Lirik Toy Block B

Marissa is a beautiful woman from a privileged family, but has no mate. Everything changes at the annual festival when her gaze collides with Justin, the devastatingly handsome and ruthless son of the Lycan King. The pull of the mate bond hits her like fire, but Justin doesn’t acknowledge her as his mate. Instead, he offers something far crueler: he wants her to be his toy, his distraction, while he prepares to wed someone else. Forced to work for him under the shadow of their bond, Marissa wrestles with her pride and desire. She won’t beg for love, but how can she resist the man who sets her soul ablaze—even if he’s the one who might destroy her?

Donovan Du Pont is not your typical rich boy toy from a wealthy family. He has big dreams and goals with his life. What he wants most of all is to break away from the mundane everday uptight lifestyle he has grown up in. Everyday it's piano lessons, dance classes, tutoring in the highest mathematics, sciences, language arts, and more. His family counts on him to carry on their legacy and get into John Hopkins to become a world-renowned surgeon. But what happens when you add in you add falling for the unattainable? What happens when the ones you trust the most cut you deepest. Some pains you never get over and you never see coming.

In eight years together, my boyfriend—Shayne Raffield—blocked me eighty-eight times. This time? Because I missed his call. At my best friend's birthday party. Usually, I'd panic-order a gift, then stand outside his office, head down, ready to beg. But today? I blocked him first. The Chat Feed popped up, loud as ever: [Nooo, Ley-Bae, don't block Shay-Shay! He's just got abandonment issues. Comfort him!] [Shay's heart = shattered; Eyes = red. Ley, go! One pout and he's yours again!] Then Shayne called. Didn't say a word. Just breathed for ten seconds and hung up. The Chat Feed freaked out. [AHHHH SHAY LOVES LEY SO MUCH HE JUST SUCKS AT SAYING IT. THIS COWARD'S GONNA LOSE HIS GIRL.]

It all began with a single post about canceling a food delivery order. Overnight, I became the internet's punching bag. Thousands of vicious messages flooded my inbox, filled with photoshopped memorials urging me to die. They doxxed my family, plastered my personal details across shady websites, and used AI to create obscene images of me, spreading them in vile chat groups. They spread lies about my income, claiming it came from illicit sources, and accused me of carrying diseases. I didn't call the police or block the messages. Instead, I read every hateful word before singling out the 100 worst offenders. Every day, I sent each one a luxurious meal: Boston lobster, Australian wagyu, the works. Each delivery came with a simple note: [Thank you for your hard work.]

Ivan hanyalah penulis thriller biasa yang sedang mengalami kebuntuan ide (writer's block) parah. Namun, laptopnya tidak pernah berhenti bekerja. Setiap kali Ivan terbangun dari tidur yang tidak nyenyak, ia menemukan bab-bab baru di dokumennya. Bab-bab yang tidak pernah ia ingat telah ditulisnya. Bab-bab yang menceritakan kejahatan Agnia—tokoh fiksi wanita ciptaannya—dengan detail yang terlalu mengerikan untuk sekadar imajinasi. Awalnya, Ivan mengira ia gila. Atau mungkin ada penguntit yang membobol apartemennya. Namun, ketika mayat-mayat di dunia nyata mulai bermunculan persis sesuai urutan bab di laptopnya, Ivan sadar. Agnia bukan lagi sekadar tinta. Dia ingin keluar. Dan dia tidak suka akhir cerita yang Ivan rencanakan.

In the fifth year of being Mrs. Cloud, my brother-in-law passed away. My mother, stressed by the thought of my older sister spending her youth in widowhood, wanted her to have a child with the help of my husband. I refused outright, but my protests were useless. My mother brought people to block the door, and I was left to watch helplessly as my husband and my half-sister entered the bedroom together. "She's your sister. What's the harm in letting her have him?" I thought that my husband couldn't possibly do anything with my sister since she was family. I thought he would draw the line, out of decency, out of respect. However, as time passed, my heart grew cold. Only then did I realize that I was the only one who cared about this matter. While I clutched our daughter in my arms and cried in silent devastation, he was going at it with my sister.

Pour gagner l'argent et subvenir aux besoins de la petite vie qui grandissait en moi, j'ai accepté un emploi à temps partiel comme mannequin de maternité. Mais à mon arrivée, j'ai découvert avec horreur que j'étais piégée dans une cage de verre, exposée comme une simple marchandise. Dans la foule en contrebas, mon ex-compagnon, Damon, me dévisageait avec un regard rempli de mépris. « De qui est ce bâtard ? » « Comment peux-tu dire une chose pareille ? C'est ton enfant, Damon ! » Les yeux de Damon sont devenus rouges — signe annonciateur d'une frénésie de loup-garou. Il a brandi un test de paternité sous mon nez. Le document indiquait que le bébé que je portais n'était pas le sien. « Non, c'est impossible », ai-je bafouillé. « Il doit y avoir une erreur ! » Avant que Damon ne puisse répliquer, un homme à ses côtés est intervenu : « Alpha Damon, la vente aux enchères va bientôt commencer. Si vous avez quelque chose à dire, vous pourrez le faire après la vente. » Une vente aux enchères ? Kelly m'avait pourtant assuré qu'il s'agissait simplement d'une séance photo.

Michelle est une jeune fille comme toutes les autres; elle est belle et intelligente; elle ne recule devant rien pour préserver sa dignité. Tout bascule lorsqu'elle fait la rencontre d'un séduisant jeune homme, Mike qui la berce d'illusions; elle y croit, et elle se retrouve enceinte. Mike la rejette, il est marié; elle perd le bébé et devient stérile; s'ensuit donc une descente aux enfers... C'est le récit poignant d'une fille prisonnière et victime de ses choix, de ses rêves et ses aspirations consentis par amour, qu'elle va tenter par tous les moyens de combattre et de surmonter.

“Spread those thighs, little one.” His voice was a low growl as his hand closed around her hips. “Y-yes, Daddy,” she gasped, trembling as he dragged her down to his mouth. “Mmmhh… Daddy’s good girl,” he muttered darkly against her slick heat. “From this moment, your body, your screams, your soul—belong to me.” **************************************** He bought her with blood money. He keeps her with chains and silk. She swears she’ll never bend, but in his world of shadows and sin, defiance only feeds his hunger. In Naples, he’s “Il Diavolo”—the devil every man fears. To her, he’s the ruthless savior who dragged her from an auction block straight into hell. And hell has never felt so addictive. Claimed by the Don is a dark mafia romance laced with filthy dominance, dangerous obsession, and a love story sharp enough to cut.

Jess stared at the thing in-front of her wondering if her eyes were playing some sick joke on her. It couldn’t be, how had this happen? When had it happen? Enlightenment dawned on her as the color drained from her face, was life not cruel enough for her, now this, this sick joke that she was thrown into. Did it even make sense for her to notify the father? “Damnit”she cursed as a twisted laugh left her lips wasn’t it already enough that she would die soon. But now because the bitch called life wanted to toy with her some more she made her pregnant. And for whom?? Her laugh quickly turned into a sob. She was now pregnant for a slave no less.