Malevolent Kitchen Meme

"Natalie," he whispers, his body edging me closer to the wall. "Damien," I murmur back. I can't help the urge. Ever since my eyes fell on him that morning, all of my nerve endings have been on edge, craving him. My mate. "I want you," he groans out as his lips trail a path up and down my neck, nibbling on the spot where the mark is supposed to be. "You have a chosen mate." "You are my mate," he growls out. "Mine." And then he clamps down on my neck. Damien's life takes a wild turn when a curse prevents him from finding his true mate, marked by a cursed wrist tattoo. He rises as the strongest alpha, but everything changes when a stranger, Natalie, enters his life, claiming to be his mate. Together, they embark on a quest to break the curse, uncovering secrets that bind them. With love and destiny at stake, they face a final battle against the malevolent witch. Will their bond be strong enough to defy the odds and rewrite their fates? Who will Damien finally choose- his long-awaited mate or the woman who stood by him all through his life?

After my parents passed away, Uncle Mike took me in. When greedy relatives tried to snatch away my inheritance, he chased them off with a kitchen knife. “As long as I’m here, nobody lays a finger on this girl!” Aunt Rachel doted on me, calling me her precious baby and making me nutritious meals every day. My cousin Pete secretly slipped me pocket money and made sure to pick me up and drop me off at school, afraid I might get bullied. The neighbors all said I was lucky and to repay their kindness someday. On graduation day, I cooked them a lavish meal to show my appreciation. Every dish was laced with rat poison. I didn’t spare a single soul, not even the neighbors. I killed them all!

One casual visit to her father's study; an unplanned collision with the malevolent Russian Bratva mafia boss plunged her life into a downward spiral. Forced to marry him for an alliance that bordered on keeping her family's business stronger, she had no choice but to accept her fate after an unsuccessful attempt at absconding right before the wedding. But with each new discovery about him, she realized that the masked husband she despised so much had several layers that tugged at her heartstrings, giving her no choice but to fall deeply for him. However, what happens when the dreary and dark secrets from his past resurfaces and threatens to disrupt not just their blooming relationship and his position as Capo, but their existence as well?

The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected. "Who, who, who are you?" She became a heavy stutterer in an instant. The man who stood at the door to the kitchen walked forward and the light illuminated his features. He was lean and tall, very tall. Dressed in a white long sleeved shirt and dark suit pants, the few exposed parts of his body were ashen, lifeless and cold, like a bleak winter day. "Marry me." These were the two words that came from the deathly pale lips of his emotionless face... ********** Moving away from her overprotective parents, Geneva thought that she could finally lead a stress-free life. This was ruined when a ghost demands intimacy with her, his soulmate, to recover his lost memories and body.

My mother-in-law is extremely frugal. She reuses paper others have discarded, carefully saving the unmarked portions. She even takes the black waste oil from the kitchen range hood and uses it to cook our meals. She says, "Frugality is a virtue—it brings blessings!" I try tirelessly to convince her otherwise, throwing out all her filthy items to protect my family's health. But while she praises me to my face, behind my back, she uses my baby's food scissors to clip her grimy toenails. My child eventually dies of a lung infection, leaving me heartbroken. My mother-in-law, however, points her finger at me, saying I'm unlucky and that I've brought misfortune to their family. Even my husband blames me. In the end, they use a knitting needle to pierce my throat and stab me to death. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day I first see her picking up dirty paper. The first thing I do is hide all the high-quality tissue paper I had stocked up on before my pregnancy, pretending I knew nothing. She calls these blessings, right? Fine. The blessings of this miserly frugality—she can reap them all herself!

I was on the verge of unbuckling his belt when he pulled away so forcefully I stumbled forward, disoriented by the sudden loss of contact. My core throbbed, my nipples could cut diamonds, and my skin was so sensitive even the brush of air caused me to tremble. But when the fog of sensation dissipated, I realized Alex was glaring at me. “Fuck.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, his scowl fierce enough to make grown men quake. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “Alex—” “No. What the hell were you thinking?” he bit out. “Did you think we would fuck in the kitchen while your friends are in the other room?” Heat scorched my cheeks. “If this is about Josh—” “It’s not about Josh.” Alex pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled a slow, controlled breath. “Not entirely.” “Then what is it?” He wanted me. I knew he did; I felt it, and I’m not just talking about the massive bulge straining his pants. Yes, Josh would attempt to murder us both if he found out what happened, but he couldn’t stay mad at us forever. Besides, he didn’t return to D.C. until Christmas. We had time. “It’s me. And you. Together. It won’t work.” Alex’s glare intensified. “Whatever fantasies you have of us swirling in that pretty head of yours, kill them. That kiss was a one-time mistake. It’ll never happen again.”

I could've sworn I was in sanity but everyone thought I wasn't. The same thought whirled through the heads of my parents who specifically gave birth to me. With that, I found myself falling in love with my own solitude. I fought my demons alone. I chose to live by myself and isolated myself from the people I love. I'd been searching long and hard for a hand to hold. Then suddenly, a small light hidden in the depths of darkness flashed before me and the wall that I've been unconsciously building to protect myself vanished in an instant. Once again, I felt the affection and I was desperate to keep it. However, little did I know that a lot of malevolent eyes were keeping track of what I do. I am not who I think I am. The other world has confirmed it. But my past won't allow me to change. Will I keep on choosing love? Or will I accept my destiny that has been long engraved in the prophecy?

Rosebella Verdejo, a young woman who fled from her malevolent aunt, made a firm commitment to herself to care for her brother unaided. However, her world was shattered when her brother received the devastating news of a brain tumor. His health deteriorated rapidly, and it became evident that immediate surgery was necessary. In a fateful twist, Xavion Nero, the nation's most affluent and eligible bachelor, extended a helping hand to Rosebella. But his assistance came with a challenging stipulation - she must agree to bear his child in return.

Ava Coleman was always looked down upon as a mistress's daughter in her family. Her father Jackson ignored her existence and never said a word to her. Her stepmother Bianca treated her like a maid. Even worse, as she grew up, she started to feel a dirty gaze on her body from her stepbrother, Jonathan who wanted to have her first time at all costs before she found her mate. The only hope for Ava is to find her mate and escape from hell. To celebrate Jonathan finding the Alpha's daughter as his mate, her family held a big Party, and they invited many well-known Alpha families. But Ava was not allowed to attend, she had to cook in the kitchen though that day was her 20th birthday, Her stepmother forces her to serve a drink to a furious man -the ruthless Alpha Thorne, the Alpha of the Black Mountain pack. People said he turned into a cold-blood Alpha since he lost his Luna years ago. Unexpectedly, he turns out to be her mate. Alpha Thorne has no thoughts of taking a mate despite his pack's persuasion to take Agatha, the sister of his beta as his mate. But when he sees Ava for the first time, he's overwhelmed with the desire to have her. A cold man and a broken girl. Will they heal together and find love or will misunderstandings and enemies break them before they even know how to love again?

My husband’s friend’s widow uploaded a picture of her pregnancy report. [Thank you for letting me have my own baby.] I responded with a question mark when I saw Jake Green, my husband’s name, in the husband column. Jake immediately called me to yell at me. “She’s a widow and is living alone. All she wants is to have a baby to keep her company and give her life a little more cheer. How could you not show her even this bit of pity? “You know that Henry is my friend. It’s only right for me to take care of his wife after he died! This is called friendship, don’t you understand?!” Soon, Henry’s widow uploaded a photo of a loft apartment. [Thank goodness you’re by my side to let me experience the warmth of a family again.] When I saw Jake busying himself in the kitchen in the photo, I thought it was time to end the marriage.