Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

"Uncle Garrett's extreme rage detected! Aunt Cassia's resentment points level off the charts! +200 rage points! "Rewards include an apocalypse safehouse upgrade card with instant door and window reinforcement unlocked. 100 fast food family meals added to the system inventory!" That was so generous. With the supplies, I could keep my parents safe for a long time, even if the apocalypse hit. Crossing my legs, I leaned back and checked my loot in the inventory while enjoying the chaos in the living room. Cassia had left three bloody scratch marks on Garrett's face, while my cousin, Ronnie Wayne, cursed as he tried to break up the fight, only to end up getting splashed with grease himself. It wa

Favorability had ten levels: 1-10: Acquaintances 11-20: Friendly 21-30: Companions 31-40: Close Friends 41-50: Soulmates 51-60: Intimate Friends 61-70: Like Family 71-80: Closest Companions 81-90: Unbreakable Bonds 91-100: Lifelong Devotion These levels represented the depth of your relationship with an NPC. Achieving the "Intimate Friends" level, especially with an NPC of the opposite sex, could lead to physical contact, which the NPC wouldn't resist. The same applied to same-sex relationships. Reaching the "Like Family" level allowed players to establish a partnership similar to being boyfriend and girlfriend, starting a mutual cultivation mode. The process was the same for same-sex partne

Vanilla changed her position, she sat on the edge of the bed with her legs dangling on the edge of the bed, her long wavy hair was left messy on her shoulders she only wore a night robe of thin silk cloth, and her chest looked erect even though she wasn't wearing a bra making Beck gulp his saliva because see the scenery presented clearly in front of him. Vanilla swallowed her saliva. "I'm your future wife, Beck. I'm entitled to you." Beck smiled sinisterly. “You have no right to control me, much less threaten me.” "Beck... I'm your future wife." Vanilla's tone is very low. Beck looked at Vanilla, clearly didn’t want to hurt Vanilla with his words. However, he couldn’t give Vanilla any h

She couldn't shake the feeling that her life was a lie, that she was trapped in a marriage that was suffocating her. As the evening drew to a close, Julian took Rory's hand and led her out of the ballroom. "I'm so proud of you, Rory," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're always so poised and elegant. You're the perfect wife." Rory felt a surge of resentment at his words. Perfect wife? Was that all she was to him? A trophy to be displayed and admired? But she pushed the feelings aside and smiled up at Julian. "Thank you, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You're always so charming and handsome. You're the perfect husband."

Jared's never broken a promise to Alice. [Total legend. Lucia stole Alice's spot as the Lynch heiress, so Jared faked the whole marriage. His parents forced it, but it was all part of his plan.] [Yeah, marry Lucia, wait it out, then dump her. Make her look used and tossed.] [Now that Dawson Corp's yours, time to cut her loose?] The chat paused. Then Jared's reply, sent right before he hit the shower: [Soon.] Just one word. Lucia went ghost white.

"Keep two men on quiet surveillance around the facility. Do not approach him. Do not make a scene. Just ensure the timeline remains fragile." "Understood. You want to use the brother?" "People are remarkably cooperative when the things they love are held over open flames," I replied smoothly. "He isn't a person. He is leverage. Treat him as such." "Yes, sir." I hung up the phone without another word and placed it neatly back on the desk. Isabella Hart thought she had built a second life. She thought an alliance with the weak, groveling husband who had once signed her freedom away would be enough to stand against me. She thought she was a warrior now.

"Six days. The first quake. Then the power. Then the collapse. You remember it differently than most—you lived it once already." The air left my lungs. "How do you—" "Because I'm like you." He leaned forward. "Not exactly. I didn't come back the same way you did. But I know what you are. And I know what's hunting you." I stared at him. "What are you talking about?" "You're a Hell Maiden, Emma." The words hung between us. I laughed. It came out sharp and disbelieving. "A what?" "Hell Maiden. The apocalypse doesn't just end the world. It opens doors. And women like you—who've been through fire and come out harder—you're the ones who walk through those doors changed."

She complained with every step she took forward. With a look of exhaustion on my face, I rolled my eyes before turning away from her. It was just as I had expected, and quite frankly I wasn't in the mood to endure her tantrums. "She's my wife now, what do you want me to do?" "You're the alpha, you can do anything you want! Marry me! I might not give you the true heir you want, but I can at least satisfy you." She suggested before inching even closer. Her suggestions weren't exactly meaningless, I was allowed to have a second wife, however my true mate must be the one to bear me an heir. Marrying Maeve wasn't exactly a bad idea, however, with the relationship she had with Lisa, I would only e

I've never even imagined myself getting in a serious relationship, talk more of getting a fucking wife. But getting a fucking wife was the only way to prove to my grandfather that I was a competent grandson. And no one, not even the fucking HR would come near my inheritance. Operation get a wife, before two fucking weeks. I exhaled and thought about it. I couldn't do this alone. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a number.

Meanwhile, Upstairs, behind the walls…Amber frowned deeply, “Mom…I don’t understand what’s going on.” Grandma Marie’s eyes narrowed, agreeing with her daughter, “We need more answers.” She said as they leaned closer, still eavesdropping. Few minutes later, The conversation ended… but the tension didn’t. Ava stood up slowly with a soft smile, “Thank you for seeing me,” she said politely. Jonathan nodded once,“Take care of yourself.” She turned and walked away, feeling relief that she didn't expose anything. While upstairs, Amber pulled back slightly,Her brows furrowed.“Did father just agree my son's wife should marry Damien? I don't like this,” she muttered.