Mere Christianity

..Saw my hubby, but I was in another woman's body, and this time he wasn't my husband, his uncle was. ~ A voice suddenly cut through the silence. “Oh my goodness, you're finally awake Mrs. Blackwood!” Mrs Blackwood? That was.. I tried to speak, but my voice was a mere whisper. The nurse, a kind faced woman with a warm smile, helped me sit up and handed me a glass of water. As I sipped, fragments of memories began to resurface. A car crash.. screams? and Kenneth's face? But why couldn't I put two and two together? "Can you help me to the toilet?" I asked the nurse, my voice still weak. The nurse nodded and assisted me out of bed and my legs trembled beneath me as I walked, unaccustomed to bearing my weight after such a long time of bederiding Once in the bathroom, I stared at the mirror, expecting to see my own reflection but the face staring back at me was unfamiliar, younger and prettier. A jolt of fear immediately coursed through me. Who was this person? "Mrs. Victoria Blackwood?” I heard the nurse call out from behind and it dawned on me.. that name belonged to Alexander Blackwood's wife, my husband's uncle! A wave of panic washed over me. What was happening? Why was I in this body? I stumbled backward, the nurse catching me by my waist. "Steady Mrs. Blackwood. You're still recovering." But I wasn't recovering. I was lost. Trapped in a stranger's life.

***** “Just get it over with. Reject her. Your parents are waiting” My knees buckled, my legs threatening to give way, Tears blurred my vision but I kept shaking my head at him. I’m willing to forget this ever happened and move on, if he won’t reject me. “A-Alex -A-Alex, you won’t do that to me, right?!” I stuttered whispering the last part, he chuckled, Low and cruel, he closed the distance between us in two long strides, towering over me. His eyes sharp and cold. “Why?!” He snorted staring down at me intimidatingly. “You actually thought you’ll be my Luna?!” “You don’t even have a wolf!” he added his eyes depicting clear irritation. I couldn't stop the tears now-they flowed freely, hot streaks running down my cheeks. Alex's smirk deepened as he leaned down, so close I could feel his breath on my face. "I was bored," he said softly, his words dripping with mockery. "And you? You were easy." “And you know what?” He grinned, his breath warm against my skin. “I’ve always wondered what you'd taste like.” His lips brushed my ear. “What do mere humans taste like?” ****** After being painfully rejected by her mate in public. Scarlett thinks it’s best to leave her pack and start all over else where. What becomes her fate when she ventures into WILLOW BROOKE the forbidden pack?!

“Y…you?”  He stepped closer to me, each sound making my heart race. I instinctively moved back but my back was already against the wall, there was nowhere to run, I had to face him and stand up to him but how would I even do that?. I could stand up to him when he was my boss, but now he is my mate, my second chance mate. Would he even accept me? Would he even want me? His son's caretaker?. A mere omega?.

To Lara, love meant spending forty years with your partner, wading through a mountain of problems and coming out of it unscathed, together. To Tristan, love was weakness, a mere tool to exploit one's vulnerability. When Lara formed an unlikely alliance with Tristan, she could never imagine the possibilty of loving somebody like Tristan; a grumpy, arrogant jerk. But somewhere down the road, she found herself falling for a man whom she knew could never love her back.

" ahh , stop you're hurting me " , no no please stop, my stomach ,.. th..the baby please " she begged "Since when did an Alpha take orders from a mere human"? he said as he tore her dress open, revealing her white skin which already had hickeys in visible places ....Entering the car , she asked a question which she knew Peter had no answer to.." why me"? Getting to know about her sad health condition, Lara Hawthorne was devastated, coming home to meet her fiancee and think of plans to help ,she found him with her best friend, carrying his child as well Leaving her house and everything she had worked so hard for, she made a new decision, making her cross path with the most ruthless and powerful alpha king the whole less clans feared. Mistakenly carrying his child as well Just when she thought her life was over she fell into the hands of the ruthless John Crane Who thought she did all that on purpose and vowed to make life miserable for her What happens when they start exploring life together and their perspectives change and Crane sees the danger ahead?.

She was trapped in the darkness. He ruled over it. Zarya Rogov, born to be a sacrifice. Always kept in the dark, she learned to live along with it. To the world, she was just another spoiled princess but only the walls of the Rogov's mansion knew the true tale of her unending sorrows. She thought escape would mean freedom. She thought the world outside would save her, only to realize she loved the mansion walls that trapped her more than to be caught by the actual beast out there. But it was too late, she was trapped again and his cage was cruler, colder and reeked of wrath. Sergei Morozov, the Pakhan feared by all. The man who walked over those he crushed mercilessly. His next target was her father, and to crush that old man, he captured his daughter, made her his wife, and decided to keep her as just a mere accessory in his mansion, just a mere caretaker for his son. That was his plan, until he found himself unable to look away from her, he found himself craving her, loosening his tie in her vicinity just because she was just too hard to resist. He hated the feeling because he promised himself that he would be the one to take her life and no one else, not even god. But one thing he knew for sure, he craved her more than he craved to sin, and she was worse than a sin, she was addiction, and he was hooked. WARNINGS: FORCED MARRIAGE. NON-CONSENSUAL RELATIONSHIP. POWER IMBALANCE. PSYCHOLOGICAL MANIPULATION. OBSESSIVE/POSSESSIVE MALE LEAD. GORE.

I stared down at the contract, a wave of defiance bubbling up in me. I turned back to him, meeting his gaze head-on. "I never asked for your help," I said, "I would've found a way to save my mother on my own. You may think you own me, but I'd rather die than marry you." A slow smile crept across his face, a smug, knowing look that sent a chill down my spine. He knew exactly what I was thinking, as if my resistance only entertained him. "Look at me," he commanded. I reluctantly turned back, locking eyes with him. His face had shifted, his expression darkened, and for the first time, true fury was etched in his eyes. "I’ll count to ten," he said, "If that contract isn’t signed by the time I reach ten, I’ll make the same call I made to pay those bills. Only this time, the instructions will be different. Your mother... your sister…they’ll both be gone." He took a breath, settling back as if the threat were a mere matter of routine. "So… ONE!!" I swallowed hard, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Could he be bluffing? No, I'd seen him kill before, seen how casually he turned life and death into sports. "FOUR," he counted. My hands started to shake. What could I do? If I signed, I'd be bound to him forever, trapped as his wife. But if I didn’t... my mother and sister’s lives hung in the balance. "SEVEN." I closed my eyes, fighting the panic rising in my chest. He wouldn’t do it, I told myself. He couldn’t be that monstrous. But even as I thought it, the doubt crept in. I wasn’t sure. Then, he hit "TEN" himself

Lilian's life shattered on their third wedding anniversary when she walked in to see her husband, Chris, embracing his ex-girlfriend, whom he had promised to move on from, passionately. The injury worsened upon discovering that she was carrying his child. Chris had secretly ensured that Lilian remained on birth control because he didn't want to have a child with her, despite being ready for parenthood, a decision that devastated Lilian, who longed for a family. She was not treated as a partner but rather as a mere convenience and placeholder in his life. During an intense disagreement, Chris slapped her causing her to tumble down the stairs. The fall completely shattered her emotional and physical well-being, challenging her views on marriage, love, and trust. However, determined and steadfast, Lilian vowed to protect herself from his lies and control, ending her connection with the man who had brought her great pain. Chris returned with a strong determination to regain her love just as she was beginning to rebuild her life. He refused to let her go, expressing his realization of his deep love for her. His newfound passion for her was both confusing and infuriating. At the same time, a mysterious stranger entered her life—a man whose quiet admiration for her had endured from the shadows. He offered a love untainted by deceit, a fresh start filled with genuine respect and devotion. Now, Lilian faces an impossible choice: Does she risk her heart again on the man who shattered it, believing his promises of change and redemption?

When my cousin died, my aunt forced me to marry her husband in order to take care of the child she left behind. She said that it was a way to pay her back for raising me after the death of my mom. For eight years of being in the marriage, I was bullied by my cousin's son, accusing me killing his mom in order to take over her home. And my husband? He never defended me. To them, I was nothing more than a mere house help. And the day I had looked forward finally came, when I could walk away from the marriage. But fate had other plans—I died in pain that very day. Now, with a second chance at life, I made one thing clear: I was done with that miserable family, for good.

Elijah Juarez, 25years old , born into poverty was destined to marry Lejandro Ferman, 'the son of a billionaire and owner of a hacienda in Velegas. Their land was the largest in the area. But what if the comfortable life she enjoyed after marrying Lejandro suddenly changed? Would Elijah cope? She would become a servant, a slave, mistreated by many. The cruelest twist? Lejandro, husband, would return to the Philippines, not as her protector against her tormentors, but as the architect of her suffering. He would no longer recognize her as his wife, but as mere help on their vast hacienda. Where would this lead? Would she leave, or uncover the truth behind her beloved husband's sudden change? What if one day, Lejandro's memories returned, but he couldn't recognize his wife's face, a consequence of Furtiza's actions? And the devastating truth? The former Furtiza is now Elijah, the wife of the man she loves!