Mourning Into Dancing

Two decades ago, the domain of courts waged battle on various types of enraged witches. Both groups lost a number of comrades during the five-year battle, but neither was willing to kneel to their feet. Until a sorcerer from one of the courts arrived with something that would put a stop to the never-ending power struggle. A stone-based octagonal crystal. It happened quickly but painfully: a light flashed in front of them, eight rays from various stones merged into one, and the crystal detonated like a bomb before they could comprehend what was going on. Their vision was being sucked out of them by the intolerable brightness, and it wasn’t only their sight that was being sucked out of them… their souls and the magic. They felt normal… and weak… when the light faded and the battlefield became dark once more, with shining dusts visibly dancing in the air. The enchantment has vanished. Both parties were defeated. The magic never came back.

One year ago, my sister pushed me down the stairs and killed my unborn baby. However, instead of mourning his own child, my husband chose to bring the murderer into our home. With her crocodile tears and fake kindness, she successfully moved in and bit by bit pushed me out of existence. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, she got pregnant. And that man — the same man who stood coldly by when I suffered the miscarriage — promised my sister he would raise her baby like his own.

For eight years in a marriage devoid of light, I had abortions five times. Every time, Sam would grip my hand when I woke up, his eyes red, and promise to find the best doctors to help me recover. After the third miscarriage, he finally hired a team of top-tier nutritionists, ensuring that every single meal was planned perfectly. He always comforted me, "Don't worry, Penny. We're still young, so we can have another baby!" When I found out I was pregnant again, snowflakes were dancing outside my window. I wrapped my fur coat tightly around my body and rushed to the company, only to hear Wren's furious voice outside the VIP suite, "Are you insane? Those five babies were your own flesh and blood!" Sam replied coldly, "Nicole needs specimen for her experiments. All I'm doing is providing her with the materials she needs." His words dug into my heart like icy spikes, and I could even hear my own bones cracking. "As for Penelope…" He chuckled. "Do you think that our marriage certificate is the real deal?" Snowflakes stung my face like needles, and I finally found out the truth about our marriage. From the very beginning, I was nothing more than a living test subject for the woman he truly loved. Sam was right. Those unborn children never even had legal identities, and were worth less than a piece of paper, just like my so-called marriage. Glass shattered from inside the room, and I could hear Wren cursing, but I turned and walked towards the elevator. Since Sam's priority was Nicole and nothing else, I was hell-bent on making him pay the price.

Queen was your typical teenager who ran away from home after a dispute she has with her family. Strapped to the slums with no relatives to depend on nor a place to live in, she finds her way into Bright's world and ends up getting employed as a housekeeper. She then lives her days working, until a spiteful event happens that has her witnessing a gruesome scene. Without knowing that she'll be dancing in the palm of her employer, Queen finds herself unable to escape her clutches. In an absurd love full of obsession and mischief, how could two women manage to fall in love and show their affection throughout the world?

He looked up at the sky filled with dancing stars "I wonder how long it will take for this realm to become extinct." The savior thought within himself. "Well, that would take a billion years, give or take." The savior heard in his head. He looked around to see who it was but he didn't see anyone, he replied anyway "Then we need to make that billion years into few years. And I know what to do." The round table was covered with a golden cloth with some strangers sitting round it "I hope we are all clear on what to do?" The savior asked.

Beatrix paused for a second to think about what Miss Lorelei had just said. "The offer was tempting. Was Paxton really going to change her life if she agrees to spend a night with him?" She had to think this through. "Well, permit me to think about it" she said after being silent for some minutes. "Okay, but you know how these billionaires are! It's hard to come by this kind of opportunity" "Yeah, I know" Beatrix nodded still thinking hard, she knew she needed to think fast before the opportunity slips away. Beatrix is a young lady who tries to balance her life between two jobs. Working in a coffee shop could pay some of her bills but that wasn't all she wanted, she had always dreamt of living a comfortable life, her quest for that kind of lifestyle and her love for dancing made her go into stripping. After so many requests by a famous billionaire, Paxton to spend a night with him, she finally agrees! Will spending a night with the billionaire change her life for better or worse?

Stephanie Maverick was a poor pretty lady who wanted revenge when her husband left her for his rich second wife. To achieve her revenge, she needed money, power and fame which she didn't have. Hence, she got a job as a nanny in one of the most expensive estates in the country. The pay was very huge, but the job wasn't as easy as had hoped as the kids hated having a nanny, including their hot CEO father who was still mourning the death of his wife. The death of his beloved wife had made him so cold, he disliked his own kids as he blamed her death on them. All he cared about was taking care of his billion-dollar company. But what happens when his childrens' new nanny was too daring? Could his wife truly be dead? How would Stephanie's revenge on her ex - husband play out? And what happens between her, the un-loved kids and their hot CEO father who was the wealthiest in the city? A steamy dramatic romance.

She left him after that steamy night, and she was confident he would never look for her because he never saw her face because of the mask she wore. But what if fate suddenly pulls its strings and bring them back together? ----- Autumn Aurello did something three years ago. For the sake of money, she did pole dancing in front of someone she admired, not expecting she would give in to the way he stared at her, and to the way he caressed every inch of her skin. After that steamy night, she left him, moved on from that night and got herself a boyfriend. She became a successful painter in those three years and went to Manila. When she came back, she planned to surprise her partner, waiting inside his room only to witness his adultery. Taking her broken heart with her, she hurriedly left his unit but accidentally broke his flower vase. She didn’t have any choice but hide in the next unit which had its door opened. And it was a decision she regretfully made. Because in front of her is Dr. Knoxx Silva, the man whom she had a one-night stand with three years ago. Now that their paths crossed, fate never separated them from each other, especially when Knoxx asked her to become her date in his parents’ anniversary and things took a turn when the supposed-to-be anniversary turned into their engagement party. Now, what will happen to them? Will Knoxx find out about their steamy night? Or will their sudden wedding make him get his mind off from that night?

To save Zander Lewis, I lost the ability to walk. As a result, my dream of dancing was shattered forever. Yet, Zander went on to marry Jenna Walsh—the same woman who stole my spot in the dance program. The betrayal cut so deep that I suffered from severe depression. That was when Jenna's uncle in name, Sean Walsh, appeared and pulled me out of the darkness. He stayed by my side for a long time, helping me heal and even working tirelessly to treat my legs.   Just when I thought I could stand on my own again, I discovered the awful truth—it had all been part of his and Zander's plan. They never wanted me to reclaim my place; they wanted to ensure Jenna's glory remained untouched. They were even planning to use the same ruthless methods to make sure I could never walk again. My heart shattered as I watched them, two despicable men plotting everything for Jenna's sake. At that moment, I gave up on love completely. I did not scream or cry. I simply played along, letting them believe I was still trapped in their game. When I finally broke free from that deceitful marriage, he came after me, begging in tears for another chance. 

Warning ⚠️: 🔞If you are below 18, please do not open this book as it contains high sexual content that could make your pant drip wet from pleasure.🔞 🔞Are you still going to read it? Alright then. Good luck, and don't blame me if you get h*rny while reading this piece🔞 "Strip, Amelie," His domineering voice sounds through her ears, and she slowly clenches her fists as she glares at the monster standing before her, with hatred written all over her. How could this man be so heartless? What has she ever done to deserve this from him? "Are you playing stubborn, Amelie? I hope you know the consequence of what you're doing. Who should pay for your disrespect? Your maid, or one of those poor things in the prison?" With a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips, he says to her and her heart sinks into her stomach. Hot tears pour down her cheeks as her heart tightens painfully. She can't still bring herself to take the pain of being a sex slave to the man that snatched her parents away from her, it's still like a nightmare that she's going to be stuck with him for the rest of her life. This was the same man that stabbed her father multiple times before her eyes, the man that slit her mother's throat and spilled her mother's blood on her face. How's she supposed to cope with this? "I won't have sex with you, Sebastian. Never again!" She finally summons courage and spits on his face, but she has just made the biggest mistake of her life. Will the ruthless king Sebastian spare her for this disrespect? Will someone have to pay with her life?