Novel & Cerita Mad Laugh

Chuck's beloved ex, Ella, got divorced and showed up with her two-year-old daughter. Without asking me, he let Ella and her kid move into our home. Then Ella posted a photo of Chuck holding the child, captioned: [My husband cheated, so I filed for divorce, gave my baby a new dad, and found myself a new husband.] The comments were full of praise: [Real-life boss woman drama!] I had to laugh—so being a homewrecker is what counts as a strong woman now? Chuck didn't see a problem. He even told the child to call me "Momma." "Ella's husband cheated on her. She's raising a kid alone. As a woman, can't you have a little empathy? I'm just helping her out." Well, I had no empathy to give—not for the mistress, and definitely not for the scumbag.

By the fifth year of my marriage to Noah Lester, everyone insisted that I, Emma Newman, was his eternal muse. But I knew the truth. Behind my back, Noah cycled through a parade of fresh-faced, eager lovers. He even flaunted them at social gatherings, swapping one for another with shameless ease. When friends teased him—"Didn’t you swear Emma was the love of your life? Why the revolving door of mistresses?"—he’d just laugh, arms slung around his latest conquests. "Once you’ve caught your muse the glow fades. Give me someone new and tender any day—at least they keep things exciting." So I began plotting my escape. What Noah never realized was that I had grown tired of him, too. Tired of this life, of these performances. I was done.

My husband, Matthew Glover, fabricates a scandal to help his childhood sweetheart, reporter Melanie Reed, boost her numbers. "Mrs. Glover Sleeps Around—Multiple Affairs Lead to Repeated Miscarriages." He uses it as a gimmick to grab attention. Next thing I know, my name's in the mud and the internet's tearing me to pieces. When I bring up divorce, Matthew says I'm blowing things out of proportion. "Melanie just started at the TV station. If she doesn't deliver, her coworkers will laugh at her. You're just doing her a favor. It's not like you're actually losing anything." I don't even bother arguing with him. I simply push the divorce agreement toward him. "If you want to help her, go ahead. But we're getting divorced!"

During the Thanksgiving holiday week, my husband, Caleb Whitman, keeps working overtime. I feel sorry for how hard he's working, so I take over all the household chores. While doing the laundry, I pull a food delivery receipt from the pocket of his coat. Everything on the order appears to be intended for a pregnant woman. It has bone broth, baked salmon, and fresh seasonal vegetables. It's obvious that everything was chosen with care. There's even a note that says, "For an expectant mother. Keep it low in oil and salt. Make sure the utensils are sterilized." The delivery was sent to a luxury apartment above Caleb's office building. I crumple the receipt, let out a cold laugh, and deliberately call him during lunch. "So, when's the baby shower for your kid? Don't forget to send me an invite."

Somewhere in the world of Arcadia, in the 19th century, Alpha Rowan doesn't feel the same way as his fated mate, Quinn. His heart belonged to Sasha, a manipulative pawn who comes between him and what could be with Quinn. In due time, Sasha's skeletons in her cupboard are brought to limelight, and she is forced to lay down her life. Quinn, hurt by Alpha Rowan's rejection, finds solace in the arms of Fenris, a gentle werewolf who takes proper care of her during her pregnancy for Alpha Rowan. Betrayal and heartbreaks follow after Alpha Rowan gets sick of Sasha. A confrontation ensues between Alpha Rowan and Sasha that culminates in a shocking twist. Something new is about to break forth but not without resistance from within. Will forgiveness and love have the last laugh? Find out in "Rejected on All Sides", a werewolf tale of love, betrayal, and forgiveness.

*Sneak peak* "You are a psycho Satan, I will run away one day" Brianna yelled from behind the closed door. *sneered* "You are my slave, and you have no right to talk back. Do what I say if you don't want punishment. Be a good girl darling" Satan laughed, a wicked laugh which shook the walls of tall mansion Brianna fell in love with the devil and that was her biggest mistake. His love and care; everything was fake. He, himself was fake. He was the nightmare that haunted her each day and each night. He was a Ruthless Billionaire and no one dared to speak in front of him. People shivered at the mention of his name. He was the SATAN of the underworld. Will Satan ever see Brianna's love for him or will he lose her for the sake of his lust? Will Brianna ever be able to forgive him and be free from this forced Relationship?

There was only one week left until my marking ceremony with Alpha Mason Wright. And this time, he was asking to postpone it yet again, all because his puphood sweetheart, Eira Padmore, the she-wolf who once saved his life, had another episode. She was in tears, begging to go to Bhador to see the snow, just like every time before, claiming she wouldn't be able to breathe otherwise. The ceremony had already been pushed back three times. All the wolves of the north had been waiting for us to complete it. But I was done waiting, and so was the pup growing inside me. If Mason refused to mark me, then I'd walk away and build my own future. But what I couldn't understand was... Why was it that the moment I left, Mason went mad searching for me, and suddenly insisted on marking me after all?

She was infertile. Her husband said he would love her no matter what. For three years, he had always been gentle to her, She was happy that she found someone who truly loved her and didn't mind that she couldn't give him a child. Until one day, She learned the fact that he's been cheating on her a long time ago, living a double life and having a baby with someone else. And that woman was someone she know. she was mad and slapped her, but didn't expect it would kill the baby. His husband was furious and sent his lawyer to force her to sign the divorce agreement. She was told not to take any jewelry he bought for her, and no property would belong to her, all she could do was just pack and leave. Three years later, She came back with another man...

“Tell me, Eleanor, do you like seeing me like this? Do you like seeing me angry with you?” he yells, banging the spot above my head. I keep my mouth shut so I don’t say the wrong thing and make him angrier. “Fucking answer me,” “N-N-N-o-o,” I stammer. “If you don't, then why don't you ever listen to me? The spanking wasn’t enough? Do you need me to unleash my beast on you before you listen to me?” he asks, and I shake my head. “Then give me a reason why I shouldn't take you across my legs right now and give you twenty lashes on each ass cheek for laughing at something Evan said,” he says, and I pause for a minute. “You shouldn't spank me because it's my right to laugh or not at what Evan said.” “You see, Eleanor, that's where you’re wrong. Only I can tell you if you can laugh or not.” “Excuse me?” I ask, looking at him confused and wondering if he’s on something. “I own your laughter, Eleanor.” “No, you don't.” “I do. And not just your laughter. I own all of you.” ------------- Eleanor Brown is a lovely lady trying to make ends meets. She lands a job after an unfortunate event happens to her. She is excited and can't wait to start a new chapter in her life. Unknowing to Eleanor, this new chapter of her life will be filled with a lot of troubles. Her boss, Jason Crawford, believes Eleanor wants to work for him for other reasons, and since he can't fire Eleanor, he decides to make things difficult for her. Will Eleanor survive working with a boss who hates her, or will she quit and back off the deal even though she needs money?

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.