Object Show Oc Maker Picrew Novels & Stories

My wife has an emotional breakdown after being violated. She insists I'm the one who orchestrated it, but both our parents know her true love is the actual culprit. Still, they don't object to her insane retaliation. They even have me locked up in a prison abroad. As I'm tormented, she sells my company to help her true love get away scot-free. Ultimately, he's set free, but I die without even having a final resting place. When a judge informs her to collect my body, she sneers and says, "I've had enough of this nonsense. Does he think he can get away with a fake corpse? I won't even bat an eye if his body is flushed down the drain! He's nothing but a disgusting criminal!" Later, she realizes that I've truly died. She's delighted, but her laughter soon turns to tears as she holds my corpse.

By day, Rabbit Ashby is invisible. A model student draped in oversized hoodies and quiet obedience, he survives university life by keeping his head down and his secrets buried. To his peers, he is forgettable. To his notoriously strict professor, Noah Caldwell, he is nothing more than another name on a class register. But by night, Rabbit becomes Nyx—a mesmerizing dancer who commands the stage with intoxicating grace, hiding behind a mask as he sells illusion to pay for a future he cannot afford. Two lives. One dangerous secret. When Noah Caldwell encounters Nyx under the glow of neon lights, he is captivated by the dancer’s haunting presence. Cold, composed, and impossibly disciplined, he prides himself on control—until he discovers that the object of his fascination is the same timid student who sits silently in the front row of his lectures. What begins as curiosity soon spirals into obsession. As the line between professor and student blurs, desire clashes with restraint, and secrets threaten to unravel them both.

Betrayed by the man she loved the most, dejected, scoffed at and emotionally exhausted, Emily has nothing else to live for until her brothers show up like knights in shining armour. What will she do when she has all her persecutors on the palm of her hand?

The President. The Vice President. The Senator. The Congresswoman. The Mayor. Behind every power comes with great secrets no one knows about. Five women who will show how dirty and utterly pleasurable politics can be; because no matter how you will look at it... Politics will always be a dirty game.

'why does she always wear the same white top? Is she dense enough not to notice the bloodstains?’ But then he figured out the most perfect and possible explanation. She’s must have wanted to show him how much blood he spilled over each torture session.

I, Isabella Norton, once made a promise with Julian Lawson, the billionaire CEO. After 98 proposals, he vows to appear at the doors of the city hall on my 99th attempt. But when the day comes, he doesn't show up. Instead, he brings his mistress, Natalie Mayer, to a concert. The sweet kiss they share under the camera's spotlight quickly turns into a trending sensation. At the same time, I also make headlines for turning up at the city hall for the 99th time. Speculations about the mysterious groom who never makes an appearance run wild. Everyone wonders when I will make my 100th attempt to propose. Out of guilt, Julian promises to show up next time when he realizes that I have carried out my promise. But when he finally arrives there clad in an impeccable suit, all he receives is a text message from me. "There won't be a hundredth proposal. It's over between us."

I made a deal with Sonia Quindt—the billionaire CEO. After I'd proposed to her ninety-nine freaking times, she swore she'd finally show up for the hundredth. Spoiler: she didn't. She was out there at some concert with her boy toy. And, of course, someone caught them on livestream. Big kiss. Big viral moment. Meanwhile, my face was plastered all over the internet too—lonely guy number one, waiting for a bride who never existed. Everyone online started making bets. Who was the mystery woman? How long until I came crawling back for the hundred-and-first proposal? Sonia, apparently struck by some last-minute guilt, promised she'd make it right next time. Said she'd actually show up. And she did. Wedding dress. Perfect makeup. Cameras ready. She got a text from me: [Sonia, there won't be a hundred-and-first proposal. We're done.]

Ashley ran deep into the forest, tears streaming down her face. Her classmates had gone too far this time. The full moon illuminated her path as she stumbled through the woods, eventually stopping at a tree, breathless. She noticed the absence of party lights and realized she was deep in the forest. Her new dress was stained with blood, and more tears fell as she looked down at the mess. Looking up, she screamed in agony before collapsing, hugging her knees, shivering with fear. "Somebody help me," she whispered. Meanwhile, a creature with large paws raced through the forest, its grey fur ruffling in the wind. It stopped, sensing blood. Without hesitation, it followed the scent at top speed. Ashley started hearing noises and raised her head. "Hello? Is anyone there?" she called out, nervous. She noticed a blue glowing object behind the bushes, resembling eyes, and heard a howl. Terrified, she gasped… She just came in contact with a wolf!

"I didn't do that to her, My King.....I didn't!” Daisy plead with a trembling voice. His eyes glistened gold as he yanked hard on her hair. "I am not your King. You will address me as master just like my slaves. You're not even worth to be a slave, to be my slave. Since apparently you are only an animal in collar." *** Daisy is the unwanted daughter of the Ivanovich's. She was born as a Zeta werewolf, which is even worse than being an Omega. Her 18 years of miserable life finally takes a turn when she encounters her mate Alpha King Damon. But her dear sister Meridith steps in the way, ruthlessly snatching him away and framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. Daisy has now fallen as a despicable sinner, a slave, an object for everyone to despise and spit on. Her life is entering a dead-end and only by having her mate come back to her will she find her rescue.

My mother-in-law, Susan Thorne, was trapped in a fire, and her life was in grave danger. She called me for help. When I arrived, I saw a male actor, Maximus Lance, pouring gasoline onto the fire for a variety show’s effect. I tried to stop him, but he simply threw a lawyer’s letter in my face and said, “Who are you to mess with our show’s filming? I’ll sue you into bankruptcy!” I smashed the camera and yelled that someone was still inside. The male actor just lit a cigarette nonchalantly and said, “So? My wife is the fire chief. She’s the one who told them to light this fire. “Even if someone’s in there, it’s probably just a nobody. She can fix it.” I saw the ring on his finger. It was the ring I thought would be mine. I scoffed and dialed 911. “Hello? I want to report someone for deliberate arson and attempted murder at an abandoned factory.”