Novel & Cerita Mahou Shoujo Site

I was always flying for work, so I left the whole renovation thing to my husband, Daxton Pruitt. This time, my flight got scrapped last minute, so I swung by the house to check in. The second I stepped inside, some woman named Mona Scambley, who claimed she was the designer, chucked a stack of invoices at me. Couples' lingerie display case: $15,000. High-end waterbed: $40,000. One glance at that pile of overpriced tacky nonsense made me nauseous. My brows pulled tight. "Ms. Scambley, this is a private house, not some couples' motel. What is all this?" Her face flipped in a heartbeat. She jabbed a finger at me. "The owner gave those orders. You're just the site supervisor. Disobey me again, and I'll have Mr. Pruitt fire you!" Then she spun around and called Daxton right there. I laughed, cold and low, about to ask what kind of clown show designer he'd hired—until I heard his voice. Gentle. Doting. "This is Mona and my love nest. We'll do whatever we want. Don't like it? Get out." I smiled, snatched the list from Mona, and nodded. "Sure." One week later, that overpriced waterbed showed up—Daxton, very much not smiling.

Since I was running late to pick up my son, Kyrie Stone, from school, I did not have time to change out of my work clothes from the construction site inspection. Right at the preschool entrance, I ran into one of his classmates' parents. The man, Adam O'Neil, looked me up and down and asked, "You're Kyrie Stone's father, right?" I nodded politely, about to introduce myself. However, he suddenly scowled and snapped, "No wonder he acts so poorly behaved at school. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!" I frowned immediately. "What nonsense are you talking about?" He scoffed, getting even more aggressive. "Nonsense? Kyrie shows up to school wearing weird clothes and brings all these ridiculous toys. It's distracting my daughter, Sarah, so much that her grades are slipping." I was speechless, wondering how Sarah O'Neil's declining grades were Kyrie's fault. When I stayed silent, Adam got even bolder. "Just look at those dusty clothes you're wearing. Do you even have the money to send Kyrie to an elite preschool like this, or are you just some laborer trying to keep up appearances?" I thought Adam was insane. After all, Kyrie was attending our family-owned preschool. How was that trying to keep up appearances?

“Watching my brothers now, are we?” “I heard strange noises. Turns out that it's your brothers who are up to no good again.” “The no good is called a threesome," he replied casually as if we were talking about the weather, "If I should join them, it's going to become a foursome.” I refused to focus on the mental image his words conjured in my mind, refused to think about how my core was dampening. ******** They're boys that she loathes the most. Trained to be rivals from a very young age, Human Heiress Hazel has always dismissed the Alpha Princes called Rossi Brothers and has always deemed them nothing more than misfits, useless, and arrogant. Until her whole life crumbles and she's forced into a marriage with a man twice her age by her father despite working hard to be above that. In a desperate act of rebellion and an act of gaining control over her life, she signs up on a sex site she has always wanted. It's supposed to be a night of secret, of passion, of her getting pleasured by the men whose faces she couldn't see but it turned out to be her greatest undoing. The men are the Rossi Brothers and now that they've had a taste of the princess they've always been obsessed with, they want more and they'd risk everything to make her theirs. A dark and erotic reverse harem story!

After the Ig publication S.H.I.T Journal goes viral, I search its website out of curiosity. The satirical journal bills itself as a home for all things academic garbage. The moment I open the site, the top trending article catches my attention. It reads, "A Research on How to Deceive a Gullible Foster Mother With Face Blindness and Trick Her into Raising Me as Her Biological Daughter for Twelve Years". "Keywords: deception, face blindness, self-delusion, false family bonds" I freeze and click into the full article with trembling fingers. The more I read, the more terrified I become. "1.1 Definition of face blindness and how to swap daughters to deceive the foster mother" "2.1 Practical uses and drawbacks of the foster mother" "3.1 How to profit by exploiting the foster mother through her face blindness" The content sends a chill through my entire body. The comment section is already in chaos. "Does this mean the author is actually the daughter of the mistress, and her father swapped her to be raised by his wife for twelve years?" "That's not all. Didn't you read 2.1? The wife had her own daughter, and the husband deliberately handed her over to traffickers!" "What the hell… In 3.1, it even says that because the wife has face blindness and can't tell people apart, the author makes deals with single fathers of classmates and sends the wife to…" At that point, my phone slips from my hand and crashes to the ground. The screen shatters instantly. I have severe face blindness, and I have a daughter who was kidnapped and only found again after three years.

After ten years studying interior design overseas, I came back to my hometown to do work that mattered to the people who raised me. I offered the full package, from site survey to soft furnishings. The materials were chosen by hand. The price was fair to the bone. The town had just gone through a redevelopment. Everyone was getting new units. With the new family policy, every family wanted a third bedroom too. My business was good. Customers from the next county were driving in. Then a girl just back from a city college kicked open my studio with her phone on a livestream and her neighbors at her shoulder. "This is the dishonest one. Look at her. She has been ripping the village off." "In the city, an eighty-square-meter unit can be done for twenty thousand dollars. She is charging eighty." "That's a sixty-thousand-dollar margin. Sixty thousand. Right out of our pockets." The village fell in line behind her. They demanded the difference back. When I refused, they smashed my studio. They beat me into a coma. The pile-on online killed me. When I opened my eyes again, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I would refund every single one of them. And then I would tear out every single thing I had installed. Let's see what twenty thousand dollars actually buys you.

Meu irmão sempre me tratou com carinho e me chamava de "minha querida", além de me ajudar financeiramente. Mas a noiva dele, ao ver nossa proximidade, pensou que eu fosse uma amante que ele sustentava em segredo. Ela apareceu no meu apartamento recém-decorado, trazendo um batalhão de parentes, e começou a me atacar sem dó. — Uma garota tão nova se sujeitando a ser a amante! Vou te ensinar como se comportar, ainda mais em nome dos seus pais! — Gritou, determinada a me humilhar. Ela ainda ameaçou: — Vou postar sua história pelo site da sua escola, para que professores e colegas saibam que você é uma vagabunda que só sabe se jogar na cama dos homens! Elas destruíram minhas coisas, rasgaram minhas roupas e penduraram minha carteirinha de estudante no meu peito, fotografando cada instante da minha humilhação. Foi quando meu irmão chegou, tomado pela fúria, com o olhar chamejando de ódio. — Vocês realmente querem arriscar a própria vida ao tocar na minha irmã?

Seven days before our bonding ceremony, I overheard my mate joking with his friends. He had already moved our bonding from the snowfield altar I chose to the coastside grounds because Lyra liked the sea. But that was not the part that made them fall silent. What shocked them was that he had also prepared a Luna crown for her. One of them laughed nervously. “Changing the bonding site is one thing. Maybe Serena will forgive that. But the Luna crown? That’s different. For a woman, that crown means everything. Aren’t you afraid she’ll leave?” My mate only smiled, calm and certain. “It’s just a crown. Serena won’t care.” “She loves me. When has she ever refused me anything? She’s not going to throw a tantrum over something this small.” And for the first time, I realized he was right about one thing. I had loved him enough to forgive too much. But not anymore. So when the bonding day came and he stood at the coastside grounds calling for me again and again, I only watched the snow fall outside the window and thought: He was right. I did not make a scene. I did not demand an explanation. I just walked away without a word. He thought that meant it was nothing. He would only understand later that a woman who leaves in silence is not giving you another chance—she is leaving you with nothing but regret.

First day back in the office. I was face down at my desk during lunch when the desk next to mine started rattling under a series of hard knocks. I looked up. It was the firm's new architect, Flora Reeves. "Lunch time ended five minutes ago. You're still asleep at your desk? Don't bother coming in tomorrow. You're fired!" I told her I had just come back from a client meeting. I had been pulling all-nighters on the project for a week. She looked at me like I was something on her shoe. "All you do is take clients out, drink with them, and scribble a few sketches. "You don't even punch in. You're barely in the office. What gives you the right to nap at your desk during work hours?" I almost laughed in her face! I was the firm's chief architect. The bulk of the projects on Walsh & Co.'s books had my name on them. The firm's success was, frankly, carried by me. She saw me out of the office most days. She did not see me in another city, on another job site, talking down another client. And in our industry, most of those clients had hired Walsh & Co. because of my name and reputation. I kept my composure. "You're not in HR. On what authority are you firing me?" She said, "On the authority that my husband is the president of this company." I went still. When did my boyfriend get married?

Ce qui a commencé comme une histoire d'amour, devient vite une histoire d'horreur ! Lors de la dix-neuvième siècle Montana ranch, Ian Murray, découvre une femme nue et ensanglantée sur ses terrains nouvellement acquis et prend sa maison pour s'occuper de sa, il n'avait aucune idée de ce qui allait suivre. Il n'a pas non plus savoir que sa propriété une fois avait une colonie appelée ruisseau boueux, mais il et ses habitants ont été détruits par des hors-la en maraude et sa demeure n'a jamais eu tendance à par n'importe qui par la suite. Trouver son os éparpillés tout autour de l'holocauste, les bâtiments qu'il ordonna à ses hommes d'éliminer les choses, mais, il avait un petit problème. Non seulement l'endroit était hanté par les esprits en colère des colons pauvres, mais la femme qu'il n'avait sauvé était possédé par un succube qui était après son âme. Avec Ian pris dans un site web de lure, fantomatique mal ses hommes cherchent l'aide d'un homme médecine des Pieds-Noirs, mais cela a-t-il appel à lui à temps pour sauver leur patron d'un sort pire que la mort ?

Arabella Rossi sait survivre. Alors, quand son père disparaît après avoir trahi la plus puissante famille mafieuse d'Italie, elle n'hésite pas à sacrifier sa liberté pour sa sœur. Épouser Matteo Vittorio, l'héritier impitoyable… et sa sœur vivra. Refuser… et elles mourront toutes les deux. Pour tenter de reprendre le contrôle de sa vie, elle s'accorde un dernier avant-goût de liberté. La veille de ses noces, elle fait l'amour passionnément avec Enzo, le fils illégitime des Vittorio, qui l'a abandonnée après son mariage avec Matteo et le chaos qui a semé la discorde au sein de la famille. Cinq ans plus tard, Lorenzo change de nom pour Roman et devient plus froid, plus puissant et plus inaccessible loin de la familia. Jusqu'à ce que Matteo mette la tête d'Arabella et de ses enfants à prix. Alors que la guerre se rapproche et que les secrets se dévoilent, Arabella ne se contente plus de survivre. Elle se bat. Roman surmontera-t-il sa rancune et la sauvera-t-il, elle et ses enfants ? Parviendront-ils à surmonter tous les obstacles et à sauver leurs enfants ?