Mitchell Park Library Palo Alto

After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots. The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way. I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love. Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw the long stick, you can only blame your bad luck." So I began practicing every day, shaking the box diligently, over and over, in hopes that one day, it would help me earn my parents' love. Unfortunately, for ten years, I never once drew the long stick. Until my birthday. Asher wanted to go to the amusement park, and Mom once again told us to decide by drawing lots. I secretly glued the two short sticks together and handed them to Mom, hoping to keep her with me. She slapped me hard across the face, screaming that I was cheating and disobedient. Then she stormed out of the house with Asher. When I fell to the ground, the short stick stabbed deep into my neck. 'I'm sorry, Mom. Next time, I'll work harder. Next time, I'll definitely draw the long stick.'

Dos dez aos dezoito anos, meus pais me obrigaram a escrever duzentas e noventa e nove dívidas. Cada centavo que eu pedia a eles era considerado um empréstimo — algo que eu teria que pagar quando me tornasse adulta. Até que sofri um acidente de carro... Na hora de pagar a cirurgia, ainda me faltavam três mil no cartão. Sem saída, fui implorar ajuda aos meus pais. Mas eles apenas sorriram friamente: — Júlia Monforte, você já tem dezoito anos. Não temos mais obrigação nenhuma com você. Escreva uma nova dívida! Com lágrimas nos olhos, escrevi minha tricentésima dívida. Após a cirurgia, abri o Instagram e me deparei com uma publicação da minha irmã adotiva. Na foto, ela estava em um cruzeiro internacional, celebrando seu aniversário de dezoito anos como uma princesa, cercada de gente a bajulando. O presente dos meus pais para ela? Um apartamento de alto padrão no centro de São Paulo... e a chave de um Maserati. Até meu amigo de infância... olhava para ela com olhos cheios de amor. Ela agradecia: "Obrigada às pessoas que eu mais amo, por me darem o melhor que eu poderia ter." E eu, segurando aquela dívida toda amassada nas mãos, simplesmente sorri. Depois que eu quitar essa dívida... uma coisa é certa — não preciso mais de uma família assim.

No meu aniversário, eu e minha irmã adotiva sofremos um acidente de carro. As chamas já lambiam meu corpo quando meu noivo apontou para o banco do passageiro e disse: "Salvem a Isabela primeiro — ela tem problema no coração." Quando acordei, meu rosto estava destruído. Eu tinha, no máximo, um mês de vida. Para preservar os interesses das duas famílias, todos decidiram que minha irmã adotiva ocuparia meu lugar no casamento. Meu noivo, com um olhar cheio de pena, acariciou as ataduras que cobriam meu rosto e me fez uma promessa: — Quando você se recuperar, o lugar da senhora Monteiro ainda será seu. Sorri e concordei. E então lhe dei tudo: minhas ações, meus imóveis e minhas pinturas inéditas — tudo como presente de casamento para minha irmã adotiva. Com as minhas obras, ela se tornou uma grande artista, admirada por todos. Em entrevista, minha mãe chorou emocionada: — Ainda bem que não foi ela que se acidentou — senão teríamos perdido uma gênia! Meu ex-noivo anunciou em alto e bom som que Isabela seria a única e legítima senhora da família Monteiro. Mas o que eles não sabiam era que a verdadeira gênia os observava em silêncio, de um canto escuro. E tudo o que eu havia entregue com as próprias mãos... desde o início, não passava de oferendas preparadas para a vingança.

After transferring into an elite high school, I was bullied. However, it was not my classmates that bullied me; it was every object in the school. The private bathroom in my dorm only ran icy cold water when I showered, forcing me to trek to the public bathhouse in the dead of winter. When I begged the dorm supervisor, Mrs. Linda Mercer, to submit a repair request, she rolled her eyes and said, "The students who lived here last year never had this problem. Why is it suddenly broken when you move in?" My student ID card never worked in the library or the cafeteria. Every single time, it failed to scan, and I had to register manually. The multimedia equipment in the classroom froze whenever I touched it, dragging down the entire class schedule. I went to the teachers for help. They frowned and complained instead. "Everyone else can use it just fine. Why does it only malfunction when you do?" Even my deskmate rolled her eyes and mocked me. "You put on such a show every day. You are the only one who's so special. Are we supposed to stop studying just for you?" One strange incident after another completely isolated me at my new school. I cried and begged my parents to let me transfer again. They said, "The college entrance exam is right around the corner. Stop making trouble. Just endure it, and it will pass." I listened. I decided to grit my teeth and push through. Then, on the day of the college entrance exam, the security gate malfunctioned and started leaking electricity. Everyone else was fine. I was the only one who was electrocuted to death on the spot. Until the moment I died, I could not understand why the entire school seemed to be pushing me out. I was just a newly transferred student who had no grudges with anyone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I arrived to register at the new school.

If the warning label could be written in red letters, it would. I'm not a soft erotic writer, so you shouldn't be a soft reader. This is a house of 50 Shades Darker Steamy Romance Compilation. ALL your taboos and kinks will be fulfilled in these 1k short stories. First five stories. 1 Marry Your Daddy & Be Your Stepmom: When the thoughts, words, and touch of your boyfriend's dad gives you real orgasms, sinning is just as sweet. 2 My Gangster Masters: Though married, you're sent to the BDSM club to hunt the notorious triplet criminals. The operation is over, but your body still aches to submit to them one more time. 3 The Church Boy Is Gay: He's more innocent than a nerd. Haven't impregnated any girl. So you make him your role model until you're trapped in a room with him and the lights go off. 4 Creampied in a crowded subway: What’s discomfort in a crowded subway when you can have a stranger’s big black cock slide beneath your dress and rub your pussy till you're wet and dripping? It gets spicier, he slips into your right cotton panties and creampies you. And when you wear jeans, his huge palm breaks your button, goes down below, rubbing your clit and finger-fucking you till you become his all your subway journey. Forever. 5 My Masked Psycho: You have a fetish for masked men, and you're just the kind of lady he preys on. Others: Beastly Alpha. Voyeurism. You're a slave to the hot cell's Don and his Capos in a prison break. Stuck and fucked. The Bulgar's cock is your new obsession. Naked stranger in the elevator. Flash your goodies. Your maid and plumber are your new toys. Sex interviews… ***** Add to library let's hit this rocky road.

The moment you saw my face, you lost your freedom. Now, you only have two choices, Be my wife... or be a corpse." — Kalix Valerio Si Isla Moretti ay isang simpleng pastry chef na ang tanging pangarap ay mapalago ang kanyang maliit na bakery. Ngunit ang tahimik niyang buhay ay magugulo nang aksidente siyang makapasok sa isang hotel suite na pagmamay-ari ni Kalix Valerio, ang kinatatakutang “Reaper” ng underworld. Nakita ni Isla ang isang bagay na hindi dapat makita ng kahit na sino. Sa mundo ng Mafia, ang mga saksi ay pinatatahimik... permanenteng pinatatahimik. Ngunit sa halip na tapusin ang buhay ni Isla, isang mapanganib na deal ang inalok ni Kalix. Dahil sa gulo sa loob ng kanyang organisasyon at ang banta ng pag-agaw sa kanyang posisyon, kailangan ni Kalix ng isang alibi, isang asawang magsisilbing “front” niya sa harap ng kanyang mga kaaway. Ang kundisyon? Magpapanggap si Isla na asawa ni Kalix sa loob ng anim na buwan. Kapalit nito ay ang kanyang kaligtasan at ang pondo para sa kanyang pangarap. Mabubuhay kaya si Isla sa isang mansyong puno ng baril at sikreto? O magagawa niyang paamuhin ang isang demonyo na ang tanging alam ay pumatay? Sa mundong puno ng traydoran, matutuklasan ni Kalix na ang pinakamalakas niyang kalaban ay ang sarili niyang puso na unti-unting sumusuko sa kanyang inosenteng asawa. ﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ Welcome to the dark, seductive world of The Mafia King’s Deadly Bargain. Follow an ordinary woman caught in a dangerous criminal empire, filled with high-stakes action and a slow-burn romance. If you love possessive alphas and strong, witty heroines, this is for you! Don't forget to add this to your library and leave a comment. Happy reading!

Em Vale Central, Felipe Fagundes e eu éramos o casal mais comentado, e mais hostil da cidade. Ele me desprezava, dizia que eu não tinha pudor e que usei todos os meios para forçar um casamento com ele. Eu o odiava. Noite após noite, ele se continha por Mônica Pimentel, reservando toda a frieza possível para mim. Durante oito anos de casamento, a frase que ele mais repetiu foi para eu sumir da vida dele. Quando a enchente chegou, Felipe, sempre tão cruel nas palavras, abriu mão do último lugar no bote salva-vidas e o deixou para mim. Ele gritou para mim: — Não olhe para trás, vá logo! — Natália Júnior, eu não te devo mais nada. Na próxima vida, só quero ficar com a Mônica. Eu quis voltar para salvar ele, mas fui impedida. No fim, só pude ver ele ser engolido pela enchente. A equipe de resgate chegou tarde demais. O corpo dele, já em decomposição, ainda segurava com força o medalhão de jade da Mônica, impossível de tirar das mãos dele. Depois disso, vendi todos os meus bens, doei tudo para a região atingida pelo desastre e me joguei do alto de um prédio para seguir ele na morte. Quando abri os olhos novamente, tinha voltado para a noite em que Felipe foi drogado.

Sofia Borges sofreu um aborto espontâneo. Ela amou Miguel Castro por dez anos, abandonou a faculdade no segundo ano para se casar com ele e, ao longo de três anos de casamento, dedicou-se completamente à família sem jamais reclamar. Só quando uma planilha secreta veio à tona foi que ela descobriu que não passava de uma peça no jogo entre Miguel e a primeira namorada dele. No quarto do hospital, Sofia soube que Miguel estava pescando em alto-mar com a ex. Foi então que pediu o divórcio. A antiga dona de casa, antes desprezada por todos, se transformou em designer de uma marca de joias de alto luxo; passou a ser mentora de um pianista de nível mundial, deusa das pistas, filha do ministro das Relações Exteriores, presidente executiva de uma empresa listada em bolsa avaliada em dezenas de bilhões... Ao ver o número de pretendentes de Sofia crescer sem parar, Miguel começou a perseguir ela sem descanso. Cansada de tudo, Sofia simplesmente encenou a própria morte. Diante do túmulo vazio, Miguel passou noites inteiras sozinho, ajoelhado até destruir os próprios joelhos. Até que um dia ele reencontrou por acaso a ex-esposa que havia fingido estar morta, com os olhos avermelhados. — Amor, volta comigo para casa, por favor? Sofia sorriu. — Sr. Miguel, não me chame assim. Nós já nos divorciamos. Agora estou solteira.

Synopsis Katherine McQueen's world shattered when her father borrowed from Massimo Hollingsworth, a ruthless New York billionaire who commands the fearsome Hollingsworth dynasty. When Massimo arrived to collect his due, a tragic accident left him in a coma. Desperate and cornered, Katherine was forced into a marriage she never wanted. His powerful relatives plotted his death, certain he wouldn’t survive, eager to erase her as well by throwing her out once she becomes a widow. But Massimo did survive. When he awakened, the ice in his gaze was nothing compared to the fury in his heart. He recognized Katherine as the daughter of the man who orchestrated his accident. Hatred replaced reason. Cruelty became his weapon. “I heard you might be pregnant with my child already? Abort it. I don’t want a child from your wretched bloodline.” Devastated, Katherine fled, building a new life far from his shadow. But seven years later, fate played its cruel hand again. At a bustling amusement park, her brilliant young son, a boy who looked like a miniature Massimo, pointed to a man on stage. “Mom, why does that man look so much like me?” “Because he’s your uncle. But remember, never cross his path. He’s dangerous… he even threatened me while I carried you.” Yet her son was no fool. Taking matters into his own hands, he wrote a letter to Massimo. "You are my dad, but you terrified my mother while she was pregnant with me. What kind of father does that make you? I hate that I look so much like you. But guess what? I’ve come to stay and suffocate you.”

My name is Mara Park, and I am a twenty-three-year-old fresh graduate taking up business administration from a public school in my province.  I don't know that when you graduate from a public school, especially when your school is unknown to anyone in a big city, even though you have a diploma, it is hard to find a job, most of all when you don't have any work experience. I am an orphan and living alone. No one will provide for my needs if I don't find a job. I know no one in this place. No, I have one. I smiled, Jared. He has been my boyfriend for almost four years now. I didn't tell him I followed him after my graduation. I wanted to surprise him after I found a decent job. The last time I talked to him, he told me he was working at a big company as a finance manager, and I'm so proud of him. So here I am, struggling to find a job. I disregarded my diploma and applied as a waitress in a diner near the Fernandez Corporation building, hoping one day I could snatch a job in that company, even if it was just as a receptionist. It would be a huge achievement for me. I'd been working in the restaurant for a month when I saw an older man pass out near my workplace. He begged me to bring him home because he had forgotten where he lived and his name. I couldn't bear to leave him alone in the middle of the night, so I brought him home, and my life turned upside down after that when I found that he was the grandfather of the owner of Fernandez Corporation. That led me to find out my real identity.