Post Malone Getting Flashed

I returned home after studying abroad for three years, only to find that my brother’s girlfriend had brought her entire family to live in my mansion. The moment they saw me, they pinned me against the floor. "How dare you! Call him your sweetheart, spend his money, and now you're here to take my mansion? " When I saw the girlfriend’s crazed antics, I was shocked. “Who did you say owns the mansion?” “It’s my boyfriend’s, but it’ll be mine sooner or later. It has nothing to do with you.” With her parents, she yanked off the ancient pendant on my neck and crushed my heirloom bracelet. They even tied up my limbs, put me on the table, and positioned me in a humiliating pose to post online. Her brother pinned my legs down and reached under my shirt…

*Sequel of Palmer's Dance* It has been more than a year since I posted Palmer's Dance, and even though I started writing this story, I had to put it on hold. But now I will try to finish it and will post what I got so far. Updates will be twice a week for now.... Faith Hilton and Gunner Travis had it all. A beautiful relationship, a great home and a gorgeous baby girl. Being High school sweethearts, they truly believed they are meant for each other, and that their love will persist until the end. But, obstacles in their lives make them question whether they truly belong with each other. With their baby's heart condition and the threat of losing their ranch, it only gets harder for them. With their high school friends' perfect life, and theirs going downhill, their strength and love will be tested in this sweet romance that might make you tear up or even smile.

On my wedding day, my fiancé bailed. Sabina—his ex—had sent him a diary listing 77 things she'd done for him. Turns out she only dumped him because his family pushed her to. So, he ran back to her. While I was still reeling, Jacob—my fiancé's best friend—showed up. He got down on one knee, flashed a ring he'd clearly had ready, and said, "Yuna Auclair, I've liked you for a long time. Will you marry me?" I thought he was my person. But after the wedding, Jacob turned distant. Hot one second, ice-cold the next. Then I found a diary in his study. Just like the one Sabina had sent my ex. Page one hit like a truck: [Hurt Yuna Auclair seventy-seven times, and I'll break up with Gabriel and be with you.] Oh—and Gabriel? He was my ex.

“I, Helena, omega of the crescent moon pack, reject you, Liam, alpha of the crescent moon pack as my mate! I don’t want you! I don’t need you!” I screamed at him. I didn’t care that I was standing in the centre of the so-called celebrations. The slap rang throughout the room and burned my cheek. “You can’t reject me! You are nothing!” I could see the battle raging inside him and at that moment hatred won. But the words had been spoken. He could either accept them or he could try to chase after me! His Beta took a step closer and whispered something in Liam’s ear before he nodded. “I, Liam, Alpha of the crescent moon pack, accept your rejection and exile you from the pack! You will be stripped of what little rank you might have had. The warriors will make sure that you take nothing of value and they will escort you out of our territory!” His eyes flashed with hatred.

This Thanksgiving, Elmer Fuller finally agrees to go on a trip with me. But when I wake up in the hotel, I don't see him anywhere. I spend the entire day desperately searching for him, only to stumble across a social media post from his first love. It's a selfie of her and Elmer having a cozy family dinner with her parents. The caption reads, "Someone's finally meeting the parents on Thanksgiving night. Mom and Dad can stop pressuring me to get married now!" Around her neck is the scarf my mother knitted for me before she passed. I left a comment. "Stop using my things to flirt with my husband. Take the scarf off—you can have him." Not long after, she posts an update. The scarf is shredded into pieces and tossed into a dog bed, with the caption, "What trash—too filthy even for a dog!" Elmer likes the post.

After a wild college party, Isla woke up and her eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Damien Da Silva was lying beside her. He was her crush, her first love, the boy she's dare not look in the eyes because she's not in his league. When he wakes up, he said to her coldy; “Get out of my sight. And don’t tell anyone what happened, or I’ll make the rest of your life hell.” But the next day, the video leaks. He shows up angrily and spat to her face; “You’re just desperate for my attention. Everyone knows you’re not my type.” Eight years later, at a business gala, Isla and Damien bumps into each other. “Isla Pereira?” he calls out. “Khan,” “What?” “It’s no longer Pereira. It’s Khan,” she flashed her sapphire-halo diamond ring before his face. He looks surprised and disappointed. “You’re married?” Isla smirks, “You’d rather I waited for you?”

Five years after migrating abroad, my husband, Shawn Johnson, brings his true love and her son home. "Jill and Neil are new here. They'll be staying with us for a few days." He and I get into a huge fight over this. On my birthday, Shawn hands me a divorce agreement. He says, "Hurry up and sign it. Jill needs this country's citizenship, so let's divorce for show first." I frown, wanting to ask for more details. However, he points at me and calls me heartless. Shortly after, I see Jill's social media update. "Shawnie divorced his wife for me and Neil! We finally have a roof over our heads." I like the post and sign the divorce agreement. Then, I submit an application to my company to be transferred home.

Today is the sixth time my girlfriend, Shirley Lake, is supposed to meet my parents. My parents and I wait at the restaurant for four whole hours. I call her over and over again, but she never picks up. Just as I'm about to try one last time, I see Shirley's childhood sweetheart, Joshua Solomon, post a picture on his Instagram, with the location tagged at a suburban hotel. The picture shows a woman's pale back, one shoulder bare, with a striking red spider lily tattoo visible on her skin. Underneath the picture was the caption, "We'll make it from 18 to 80." A mutual friend comments, "First-love couples are the sweetest!" I silently hit the like button, then comment, "Make sure to get buried together when you die. And don't come back to haunt anyone else."

It all began with a single post about canceling a food delivery order. Overnight, I became the internet's punching bag. Thousands of vicious messages flooded my inbox, filled with photoshopped memorials urging me to die. They doxxed my family, plastered my personal details across shady websites, and used AI to create obscene images of me, spreading them in vile chat groups. They spread lies about my income, claiming it came from illicit sources, and accused me of carrying diseases. I didn't call the police or block the messages. Instead, I read every hateful word before singling out the 100 worst offenders. Every day, I sent each one a luxurious meal: Boston lobster, Australian wagyu, the works. Each delivery came with a simple note: [Thank you for your hard work.]

His eyes remained warm as he gazed at me. "I will do anything for you, don't ever forget that." He moved closer, gently tucking the rose behind my ear. "I promise you a future.." "Since when did my future switch from being a threat to being a promise?" I couldn't help but cut in looking straight into his eyes. He got paused for a moment as remorse flashed in his eyes. --- Elaine had given three months to their fateful marriage. Though it was an arranged more like forced marriage, Elaine had given her all to make it work. Only Cannon didn't reciprocate her efforts, let alone her feelings. He got blinded by anger and only used Elaine as a pawn to get his revenge. But it all changed when returning home, Cannon found the divorce papers with Elaine gone from his life__ --- Sequel of the book "Married to My Sister's Boyfriend" This one can be read as a standalone story but would be better if you check out the first one before this...