Laughing Box Spongebob

My wife—Nancy Valente—had been "missing" for three months after some fake skiing accident. I spotted her at a bar. She was draped over Finley Bennett's shoulder, laughing like she hadn't wrecked my life. "Good thing you came up with this plan. I almost forgot what freedom felt like." Her crew kept clinking glasses, asking when she planned to pop back up. She glanced down. "Maybe in a week. I'll show up once he's lost his mind." I stayed in the shadows, watching her bask in her little escape act. Then I grabbed my phone and called a buddy at the Vital Records Office.

On my wedding day, Levi Robbins' "close friend" Gina Fields suddenly fainted. Without hesitation, he dropped everything and rushed to the hospital, leaving me at the altar. My mother, witnessing this humiliating scene from her seat, suffered a heart attack. Yet, none of the guests bothered to help as they were too busy gossiping and laughing at my misfortune. By the time I managed to get her to the hospital, we had missed the critical window for treatment. Just then, Levi finally called, his voice urgent and demanding. "Caitlyn, where are you? Gina's condition is critical, and she needs your bone marrow!" "Levi, we're done," I said firmly, hanging up and walking away. This time, I would not look back.

Three months after my husband, Josiah Erikson, disappears in a skiing accident, I spot him in a bar. He's laughing freely with an arm slung casually around his "best friend", Monica Jones' shoulders. "Good thing you came up with the idea. I'd almost forgotten what freedom feels like." One after another, his buddies clink glasses with him and ask about when he plans to reappear. He looks down and thinks about it before saying, "In a week. I'll show up once she's gone completely crazy searching for me." Standing in the shadows, I watch him savor his freedom, then call my friend who works at the state vital records office.

My husband asked me if bras were more comfortable without underwire, and I was happy that he had finally become more mature. The next day, his assistant snatched the parcel I received in the mail, saying that it had the wrong address. That night, I saw Samantha Davis post on her social media, with the caption, “My boyfriend bought this for me. Isn’t it pretty?” It was a selfie taken in a hotel mirror, and there was a beautifully decorated box containing a bra lying beside her. So, as it turned out, it was not that men became mature later in life, it was that you weren’t the one they were willing to become mature for. Naturally, I gave the post a like and took a screenshot before sending it to my husband. "What a waste. You could have gotten an 20% discount if you bought the whole set."

The night I got back from my work trip, the drugstore called—said my rewards card got declined that afternoon. I needed to reload it. Adrian was in the kitchen, laser-focused on dinner. I asked what he'd bought. He grinned, pulled out a box of supplements. "Been working late. Heart's been acting up, so I grabbed some support vitamins." I didn't say anything. He sighed, dug out a bank card. "I know you're all about money. Used your rewards card by accident. I'll pay you back ten times. Deal?" Normally, I'd take it. This time, I didn't. I just looked at him. "Let's get a divorce."

***His hatred wraps her blood, her body, and her soul since their first meeting. She has never imagined someone like him exist, and worse still, could enter into her life with vengeance*** As a perfect markswoman and an excellent huntress, Danica never hesitated to hunt down a killer. In the city where humans and supernatural beings coexisted, she made a living by searching for monsters and taking their heads for trifling bounties. Gambled with death, lived in a shoe box, and without a boyfriend, no girl in her right mind would envy Danica’s life. The worse was yet to come when she killed a cruel and twisted vampire. There was something about the dead vampire that made her anxious. Soon, the vampire prince—who no human knew what he looked like—went missing, to the world’s surprise. And everything was connected.

My boyfriend, Harvey Seinfeld, got diagnosed with cancer and needed a liver transplant. When I found out I was a match, I didn't think twice. Two-thirds of my liver—gone. The pain was brutal. As soon as I came to, I dragged myself to his room. Right before I walked in, I heard him laughing with his friends. "Harvey, you're a genius for coming up with such an epic revenge plan." He snorted. "If I didn't have to keep it low-key, I would've taken a kidney just for fun. "It's her fault Vivi bombed her art exam and had to study abroad. Vivi's coming back next month. That's when I'll be done with her for good."

Emily Harlow never agreed to be sold on national television, until her mother signed her up for The Marriage Lottery, a ruthless show pairing society’s “undesirable” women with husbands willing to take them. Alone, in a torn gown, under blinding lights and a nation laughing, Emily opens her only offer and reads the name aloud. Damien William Hardy. The audience erupts in disbelief. A joke, they say. A mistake. Because what would a man like him ever want with a leftover woman? Damien Hardy did not choose Emily Harlow. Her presence is an intrusion into his plans, his reputation, his bloodline. He will break her, piece by piece, until he uncovers the secret she’s hiding. And yet… against all odds, she has claimed the most eligible man in the country. But can she keep him?

In a world where strength defines worth, Calla Vale was the weakest surviving wolf of her family. She had a free pass into the wolf academy because her father was once the head master, but what started as a privilege turned into a nightmare after her mate rejected her. Calla became the laughing stock of the academy, and her weakness was preyed upon. Just when she plans on running off, the academy assigns her to the territory of Alpha Garrick, the iron fisted alpha of Fangspire pack. Calla’s arrival stirs something long buried, not only in the Alpha himself but also in his son, Lucan Browler, the pack’s next heir. Trapped between two Alphas and the shadows from her past, Calla must learn that most times, fate makes us the author of our own stories.

“You’re mine, Bella. Mine to punish, mine to kiss and definitely mine to fuck.” He growled with a burning hunger in his dark eyes. *** Bella McKenzie becomes the laughing stock of her pack the night her mate and best friend, Liam, rejects her brutally and picks her sister instead. Overcome with brokenness and despair, she runs away from her pack. But that’s only the beginning of her troubles because she gets captured by the rumored devil’s son, Alpha Darius of the Darhker rogue pack. He’s brutal and merciless, but what happens when this cruel man craves Bella with a wild desire? What happens when she’s subjected to be his pleasure woman? What fate awaits Bella and her rogue Alpha, especially when the man from her past comes calling?