Once In A Lifetime By Freestyle

I loved eating cakes. My dad would bring me one every day after work, and my mom bought a full set of oven and baking tools, patiently learning how to bake them for me. I once thought I was the happiest little princess in the world until the day my parents divorced. The person who came to pick up my dad turned out to be the bakery owner. My mom turned to me, growling, "This is all your fault! If you hadn't asked for cakes every day, your dad never would've cheated!" She stretched out her hands, covered in burn scars, and screamed hysterically, "I slaved away making cakes for you, and these hands have never healed since. What did you do? You both think the stuff from outside is so much better!" She grabbed a baking sheet and smacked me hard with it. I bit my lip, not daring to make a sound. That night, she brought home a little girl. Ignoring the pain all over my body, I begged for her forgiveness. "Mom, I'm sorry. Please don't throw me away. I swear I'll never eat another cake!" She slapped me across the face, but that wasn't enough to quench her anger. She tossed me into the big oven. "I'm not your mom! You love cakes so much? Stay in there and reflect on what you've done! You and your worthless dad both deserve to die!" After she slammed the door and stormed out, the little girl skipped over to the oven, grinning smugly as she hit the switch. "From now on, your mom is gonna be mine!" The oven kicked on, and the temperature began to rise. I smiled bitterly. At least this way, my mom could finally be happy.

To hide the secret of her bloodline, Hazel White endured the rejection of her fated mate, but fate made her marry her friend out of desperation to save her adoptive mother. She left her first mate's pack after being humiliated by the present Luna and went to her now husband's pack, where her mother got the necessary medical aid and Hazel got a home. What she didn't know was that fate still had something twisted in its basket for her. Her world turned upside down when she met her husband's elder brother, and the alpha of that pack, Alexander Nickelson. Her wolf screamed "Mate" inside her, making her feel dizzy because her second chance mate was her brother-in-law too. What she would do? Would she give in to the mate bond and divorce her husband, who had always been with her when she needed a shoulder to rely on? Would she reject him too because he was also an alpha, and she didn't want to be a puppet in the hands of an alpha because of the secret of her bloodline? Would Alexander be able to seduce his stubborn mate or would he accept her rejection just because she is wolf-less omega to everyone?

Married to the don of the dark mafia empire, Sancia Alekseev was living her best until one tragic incident left her broken, widowed, and with so many unanswered questions. Determined to take the empire in her charge, Sancia wished to work alone but the Mafia was run by blood. She was forced at a corner to take her brother-in-law as her new husband, Vincenzo Russo. Vincenzo, the other name of the devil, rumored to be the reason behind her husband's killing, was betrothed to the new Don on her birthday. Will Sancia ever accept the marriage or Vincenzo was more than just a named devil? Or will she learn that a villain will burn the world for you?

🔥She was his pack's punching bag. Now, she'll be his worst nightmare. 🔥 After years of torture, forced pregnancies, and the murder of her children, Irene is cast out by her mate-only to collide with Dante Blackwaters, a ruthless Alpha with a hidden agenda. He offers her a deal: pretend to be his lover, and he'll give her the power to destroy those who ruined her. But Dante isn't just any wolf-he's the father of the woman who stole her mate. Now, with revenge in her heart and a dangerous man at her side, Irene will make them all pay... or die trying. 🔥Dark. Forbidden. Unstoppable. 🔥

As a zombie outbreak spreads across the world, my boyfriend insists on delaying our evacuation so his drama-queen childhood sweetheart can catch the last rescue chopper. However, this is the last evacuation after the outbreak, and our team's only chance to survive. When she still doesn't show up, I knock my boyfriend out and haul him onto the helicopter. In the end, his childhood sweetheart is devoured by the surging horde, while I seize the opportunity to escape and start a peaceful, quiet life with him in the safe zone. The night before I am to take command and lead a massive counterattack against the undead, my boyfriend laces my drink with a tranquilizer and dumps me into a swarm of zombies. Thousands of zombies tear me apart, and I die in excruciating pain. He stands on the fortress wall, a cold smile on his lips. "Had you not been so selfish, Esmeralda would've survived. Now, you'll experience her suffering and atone with your life!" Given a second chance at life, I wake up on the day my boyfriend refused to evacuate on time. Since he's so determined to stand by his childhood sweetheart through thick and thin, I'll make sure they both become zombie food!

The words echoed, a promise she wore like a blindfold. “Give me a chance to prove to you that love is beautiful.” Kensington Darley had believed him. At twenty-six, she was the beautiful, trusting daughter of a gilded cage, and she had willingly traded her own life’s map for the one drawn by her boyfriend. His choices became her destiny; his whispered needs, her sacred law. Until the moment his love demanded her degradation. He didn't ask her to empty a savings account. He didn't ask her to sell the family jewels. He asked for her body, for her dignity, to be sold piece by devastating piece. The debt. It was a cold, unforgiving beast, and the only currency powerful enough to silence it was Kensington's unwilling performance in front of a camera. Every forced smile, every feigned moan, was a knife-edge decision she made in the name of love. She despised the spotlights, the sterile sets, the shame that clung to her like cheap perfume—but she did it. Because she loved him. But as she watches the man she is saving—the man who allowed her to be lost—a single, poisonous question begins to bloom in the darkness of her despair: Does he love her back? If the answer is no, what becomes of a woman who has sacrificed everything for a lie? And how will Kensington Darley ever learn to trust a single word, let alone love, again?

After being chosen by a horror game, I took over a food stall in a small town. A ghoul tried to eat me, his huge, bloody mouth a gaping maw, but I quickly shoved a focaccia sandwich into it. He chewed and then said, “Oh, forget it. With food to eat, I’ll kill her tomorrow.” The next day, I made delicious pierogies, then skewers and stews. All the ghouls who stopped by gave up on trying to kill me, focusing on eating instead. The audience watching me was shocked that I could survive all the way to the end with just my cooking.

"Why do I even want you? I don't know Michelle! i don't know why I find it difficult, to think, to breath, to be human when I'm around you! My life ended the day I heard you were kidnapped and killed, I slept by your grave every day and night because that was the only place I could find peace, everyday I begged the heavens to take me instead and bring you back, I will die for you Michelle, and I will live because of you ", he said.I sniffed, "I live for you only", I said and then crashed my lips against his. * * What do you do when you walk into your best friend and your boyfriend having an affair a day to your wedding? What do you do when you get drunk and sleep with an alluring stranger? What do you do when you change town and find out that your new boss was your one night stand?What do you do when you sign a contract to be his fake wife for e year in exchange for help? And what do you do when you end up falling for him and what happens when he halls harder?

Skye Harris, a 24-year-old with nothing to her name except an old Subaru wagon and now a gothic style Victorian home that she bought at a Memphis house auction. She is determined to rebuild her life after wasting 6 years in an abusive relationship. While working on renovations of her new home, she begins to feel another presence. Jesse Martin has been alone in his old family home for some time. Some families have come and gone. Even some businesses as well. However, when a dark-haired beauty enters through the front door of his home, he is surprised to find that she can see and touch him. The two occupants of this old Victorian home begin to form a connection that bridges the space between the world of the living and the spirit world.

“I’m s-sorry *hiccup* I won’t try to run again *hiccup*” Kayla pleaded when she saw him coming towards her like a grim reaper. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as he closed the last of the distance between them, backing her into a corner of the room. She closed her eyes and covered them with her palm, unable to endure his dark gaze. He curled his fingers around her arms and pulled them back, but a frown set on his face when he saw that her eyes were still closed. “Look at me Kayla...” he demanded, his voice thick with the need to see her golden-brown orbs. He let go of her hands and cupped her face. “Open your eyes...” he tried a little gently this time. Kayla ever so slowly lifted her eye lids, giving him the sight that he had been deprived of. A rare smile flitted on his lips when his eyes collided with the most stunning pair of pearls that adored the girl that he had become obsessed with. “Will you *hiccup* p-punish me?” she asked. “For what you did, you deserve a punishment. Don’t you think so, Malyshka?” he smirked as he caressed her bottom lip with his thumb. Even even before she could say another word, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, gaining a surprised yelp from her. “W-what are you *hiccup* doing!?” she felt scandalized to be hanging upside down on his muscular torso. “You’ll find out soon enough” he stated coldly and strode towards the bed. And upon reaching it, he transferred her onto the mattress. “And now for the punishment...” he muttered as he leaned onto the bed and hovered above her, sending a cold shiver down her spine.