Mi Hermana Me Robó A Mi Compañero Y Se Lo Permití

Dream Brooks is a timid high schooler who hates her body and everything about her. The popular school bullies, NASTIES, uses her timid nature against her, bullying her at any opportunity they get. What happens when the school's popular boy falls in love with a nobody, the inferior one?

Con tal de salir con su asistente en Navidad, mi esposo puso somníferos en la leche en polvo de nuestra hija. Cuando, angustiada, llevé como pude al hospital con fiebre alta, me sorprendió ver cómo mi esposo subía las escaleras con su asistente en brazos. —¡Yolanda se torció el pie, la estoy acompañando a que la revisen! Mientras nuestra hija era atendida en el quirófano, él no mostró el más mínimo interés. Yo apretaba con fuerza el billete de lotería de un millón de dólares en el bolsillo. Era hora de abandonar ese matrimonio de siete años.

Rocco Falcone, que é o Don da família Falcone e meu suposto marido, desliga na minha cara pelo que parece ser a 99ª vez. Tendo sido diagnosticada com leucemia, arrasto meu corpo devastado até o escritório do advogado da família. — Estou aqui para pedir o divórcio. — Eu disse. … Quando Rocco fica sabendo, ele invade o local com a minha família dez minutos depois. No momento em que entra, ele me dá um tapa. — Você usou a linha de emergência só para arruinar a grande noite da Sofia? Você perdeu a cabeça? Lily Marone, minha mãe, arranca o diagnóstico da minha mão e o folheia rapidamente. Ela ri de forma desdenhosa. — Você fingiu estar doente só para chamar atenção? Quantas mentiras você contou desde criança, Claire? Sofia Moretti segura o braço de Rocco com lágrimas nos olhos. — Me perdoe, Claire. Eu não deveria ter aceitado o cargo. Por favor, pare de se machucar e de machucar o Rocco. Eu limpo o sangue da boca e me viro de volta para o advogado. — Eu não tenho mais família. Por favor, agilize a papelada do divórcio. Preciso que tudo esteja resolvido antes da minha cremação em três dias.

Eu entrei num jogo de terror e, por causa da miopia pesada, não enxerguei nada direito. Acabei cuidando da menina sinistra de vestido ensanguentado como minha filha, tratando o Boss final como marido, e honrando as velhas entidades como meus pais. Na primeira vez que encontrei o Boss, agarrei os músculos do abdômen dele e suspirei: — Que corpo ótimo… Pena que só é meio baixinho. O Boss riu de raiva, encaixou a própria cabeça de volta no pescoço e rangeu os dentes: — Tenho 1,86m. Olha de novo agora.

– Sra. Sterling, a senhora tem certeza de que está pronta para encerrar este casamento de vinte anos e abrir mão da custódia? – Sim. Dê entrada. Acabou. – Respondi calmamente ao telefone enquanto esfregava uma mancha teimosa de gordura na ilha de granito. Durante vinte anos, eu dediquei tudo de mim a essa família. Administrei a casa, cuidei da educação das crianças e permaneci ao lado do meu marido, apoiando sua ascensão no sindicato sem jamais reclamar. Mas meu marido, Alexander, levou sua jovem irmã adotiva, Chloe, para a entrevista, dizendo: – O sucesso que tenho hoje é todo graças à minha irmã adotiva. Até meus próprios filhos passaram a me menosprezar, chamando-me de dona de casa comum e grosseira. Eles formaram uma aliança com a "tia" sempre presente – a mulher que achava ser a verdadeira senhora da casa. Assinei os papéis do divórcio e fui embora, deixando que eles se tornassem a "família perfeita" que tanto sonhavam. Mas foi então que a família entrou em pânico…

On my fifteenth birthday, I begged my mom to teach me how to make a cream cake from scratch. We only had cream at home. No flour. So we went out to buy some. When we came back, we didn't walk into a birthday surprise. We walked in on my father pressing a strange she-wolf down onto the dining table. Cream was smeared all over her bare body. That night ended with my parents signing the Mating Dissolution Agreement. From that day on, cake became my nightmare, a taboo I could never touch. The night I mated with Alpha Kaelen of the Shadow Pack, amidst the pain and pleasure of his marking bite, I whispered in his ear. "Honey, if you ever want to end our mating, just bring me a cake." He frowned, his eyes burning with possessiveness, and kissed the words away. "Don't talk nonsense, Seraphina. You are my fated mate. How could I ever let you go?" Later, on his birthday, his intern secretary Elena ordered a three-tier luxury cake. Kaelen went into a rage, throwing both the cake and the intern out the front door. Back then, I was moved, even telling him not to be so harsh on a low-ranking wolf for my sake. But six months later, Elena had been promoted to Kaelen's personal assistant. On my birthday, she walked into my laboratory, swinging her hips, holding a burnt, homemade cake. I called Kaelen, asking him to remove the provocative item. On the other end of the line,his tone was casual. "Elena put her heart into making that for you. It would be cruel to throw it away. Be a good girl, don't be so sensitive. Have the grace of a Luna." The phone slipped from my hand. It turned out my mother wasn't wrong. Cake really is best served with a side of rejection papers.

All I ever wanted was to get off this damned territory and escape my abusive family. On top of that, I would have done anything to be free from him, but his icy eyes aren’t the only thing that would hold me captive. Being in love with a high-ranked soldier is already tortuous enough, but as soon as I sign the contract he is offering me, I will be officially his possession. And officially screwed. ⚠️ TW: explicit and foul language, steamy and explicit sex scenes, abuse, violence, SA ⚠️

Nadhirah Aleena yang kini hidup dengan trauma yang terus menghantui hidupnya menyebabkan terus menyesali apa yang telah terjadi, diselimuti ketakutan dan bahkan jauh dengan dirinya sendiri. Ia tidak mau siapapun hadir dalam hidupnya termasuk dari masa lalunya sekalipun. Tapi hal yang tidak di harapkan justru terjadi. Rendi yang merupakan masa lalunya datang kembali membuat Nadhirah berusaha untuk terus menghindar. "Menangislah, aku rindu tangisanmu, aku rindu semuanya tentangmu. Dan aku tidak pernah membencimu dengan keaadan sekarang.” Direngkuhnya tubuh Nadhira kedalam pelukan Rendi. "Aku tidak tahu apa arti kehidupan, aku lupa cara tersenyum, aku lupa bagaimana rasanya mencintai dan dicintai. Ini seperti bukan diriku. Aku mati, ya hatiku telah mati bahkan aku sangat membenci ketika melihat orang tertawa bahagia. Untuk tertawa saja aku sulit melakukannya apalagi untuk bahagia. Aku hidup dengan penuh rasa bersalah, penyesalan, dan tidak ikhlas dengan takdir yang telah digariskan. Apakah aku kejam? hahahaha sepertinya itu bukan pertanyaan tapi pernyataan. Tolong jangan tinggalkan aku.”Pinta Nadhirah dengan lirih diiringi isak tangis yang mengalun begitu menyanyat hati Rendi.

Eliot Hale had it all: grades, charm, and an enviable future. The whole campus admired his girlfriend. His life was picturesque...Until an anonymous message snatched it all away. One party. One betrayal. One moment that saw the shattering of his glass-laden golden world. Eliot, now the joke of the university, has been stripped of any last semblance of support, in whispers mocking him, asking his name, and wondering in his moment of awe, "Who do I trust when those I loved the most were the first to destroy me?" And just as Eliot spirals into isolated boredom, a stranger people would wish they had in their lives, begins texting him. What starts off as cautious curiosity soon evolves into an intimate, heartfelt bond- the anonymous presence sees into him, all the pain he hides beneath the surface; making him feel something for the very first time in his life. But upon finding out who actually was behind the screen… everything was changed forever. The boy who ruined him might be the only one who really understands him. The one he was raised to hate might be the one to really love him. And that forbidden love? That just might be the one thing that could save them both.

Please,  help me just this once." Jasmine panted with lust filled eyes. "Jazz, you're not thinking straight." Aaron replied even though he was fighting hard not to lose control. "Take a cold shower or something,  it'll help you feel better,  I promise." "No!"Jasmine argued, grabbing a fistful of his shirt in her hand. "It won't help,  trust me I've tried." "Yeah but..." "Aaron please! I need you, can't you see that? Or do you really hate me that much that you can't stand the thought of touching me?" They hated each other alright, that much was certain. But seeing Jasmine trapped in the heat of her own passion had Aaron's body reacting in ways that he could neither explain nor control, and also in ways that had him wondering if it was alright to suspend their feud for just one night. "You know what? Fuck it!" Aaron declared at last, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. "We can go back to hating each other tomorrow, but tonight, I'm going to make love to you like no one ever has."