Pots Blurry Vision

Behind the heavy mahogany doors of the courtroom and within the cold, and world of legal transcripts, a war is being waged that no textbook can explain. It is a battle of intellect, a clash of egos, and a dangerous dance between two people who were born to be each other’s downfall. Atty. Danah Elise Laureano is a woman forged in the fire of perfection. She is sharp, undefeated, and carries her reputation like a suit of armor. But that armor has a single, jagged crack—a memory of a bitter defeat during her senior year of college. It was a loss handed to her by the only man who ever dared to look her in the eye and call her a "loser." Atty. Lucas Sebastian Salazar is that man—a brilliant, arrogant strategist who turned Danah’s world into a perpetual second-place finish. For years, they were parallel lines that only met to clash, until one reckless, rain-soaked night altered the trajectory of their lives forever. Broken by a fiancé’s betrayal and suffocated by the pressure of her own name, Danah sought refuge in the shadows of a local bar. That night was supposed to be an ending—a way to drown the pain in the arms of the man she hated most. Instead, it became a haunting. Now, as they stand on opposite sides of the Sovereign Legacy Case—a conspiracy involving blood money, power, and high-level corruption—the stakes have shifted. The rivalry is no longer just professional; it has turned into something visceral and dark. Lucas has become a shadow in her peripheral vision, a silent observer of her every move, and a man whose obsession has overruled his logic. He doesn't just want to beat her in court anymore; he wants to own the very air she breathes.

My father, Benjamin Ward, was bedridden, paralyzed, and unable to move. The AI model he spent his entire life developing—a model powerful enough to cure terminal diseases—had been stolen and published under someone else's name. Humiliated beyond endurance, he suffered a stroke and collapsed. He couldn't speak. He couldn't even write. I swore I'd find the thief who destroyed him. My girlfriend, Maris Dawn, wept and promised to help me uncover the truth. But at a dinner party, when her first love proudly announced that he'd been specially recruited by a national research lab thanks to that very model, she immediately grabbed my arm, whispering, "Don't make a scene. Grayson just wants a good future. Don't ruin his life." Grayson Vale smirked with disdain. "The old man was about to retire anyway. Think of it as recycling waste." My vision went red. I charged at him, ready to make him pay for what he'd done to my father. Maris tripped me before I could reach him. She threw a check for ten million in my face. "Here's for your dad's medical care. Don't be shameless, alright? Grayson is a rising star. You're just a broke grad student. You should learn your place." I tore the check apart, piece by piece. That check could never buy the Dawn family a future in the world of science.

Adrian Moretti’s adopted sister—She knew perfectly well that I suffered from severe asthma and could not be exposed to smoke or strong scents. Yet during the yacht reception, she deliberately dragged me onto the open deck, where cigars burned nonstop and the wind howled. Within seconds, my chest tightened. When I reached for my inhaler, my blood ran cold. It was empty. I collapsed against the railing, gasping violently, my lungs burning as if they were collapsing in on themselves. She crouched beside me and smiled. “You’re always so dramatic. It’s just a little smoke. You don’t need to act like you’re dying,” she said softly. “You’re too weak. You need to build some tolerance.” I looked toward Adrian, my vision already blurring. “Adrian,” I choked. “Give me my inhaler. If I don’t use it right now, I’m going to suffocate.” He frowned slightly. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” he said coldly. “I’ve never heard of anyone dying from a bit of smoke. She’s right—you’re always seeking attention. We finally gathered tonight, and you’re ruining it.” My heart dropped. I fumbled for my phone and called my mother. “Mom,” I sobbed, barely able to breathe. “I’m being bullied… and I can’t breathe.” My voice shook violently.

"stop it! Both of you… please Stop.This is so not the time for this." Hot tears blurs my vision and burn down my cheeks. "I am here… and I can fucking decide for myself who to go with, when and where. Neither of you have the right to make decisions for me.” I feel the lust and the fury at war within Leo, just as within Chase. And that is when I realize that their bodies are pressed against mine. Their solid form, trapping me completely between them. I feel Chase’s girth hard on my back and Leo's length pressed on my belly. An overwhelming thrill run through me, turning my heavy breathing into a low moan. _ _ _ A wolfless girl, bullied and taunted by the entire pack and her peers for not having special abilities only asked the moon goddess to grant her two wishes; A loving mate and an easy life, but instead, she is cursed with two mates.The curse which is a prophecy that is said to forecast the fall of the pack, the rise of a powerful queen who will birth a new nation and all the blood-curdling stories her Mom told her when she was a little girl; Kendra seems to be roped around it all. Her life also comes crumbling down when she discovers she is the death of her fated mates, the wielder of their fate, one that decides who lives and who dies between the Alpha King and his Forbidden brother. With the whole pack depending on her, will she make the right decision or will she be consumed by her love for the both of them?

Love is a rebel that never plays by the rules. It lives to defy all odds. ~ My name is Seraphina Sterling, and Alexander Harrington is my mortal enemy. His world and mine are all about money and contracts and power. Yet, when an unexpected turn of events collided us together, an unlikely friendship sparked between us, and despite my every instinct, I allowed that friendship to blossom into love. A forbidden love that all odds have sworn to ruin. To tear apart into shreds. Despite after finding out that he is the son of my father’s fiercest rival, the CEO of Glimmering Vision, I still loved him. And he still loved me too, despite knowing that I am the sharp-tongued daughter of the CEO of Radiant Treasures. But then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed when our secret relationship came into the limelight. When the truth was revealed to our parents, I was made by my father to vow an oath never to see Alexander again, but being the defiant daughter that I am, I broke my vow to unite with the love of my life. However, every disobedience has a consequence, and my father has sworn to keep me away from Alexander, even if it means I have to be pawned off in an arranged marriage to the son of his business partner, Derrick Montrell. Now, Derrick is falling in love with me. He is getting obsessed and infatuated with me, also vowing to do anything to win my heart. But my heart already belongs to someone else, and Alexander has sworn to be damned over his dead body if he ever allows any other man to claim me.

My sister has awakened her mermaid bloodline, but it is incomplete. Her skin is her curse. A single touch, too hard, and it cracks. For her, everything hard in our house has been thrown away. I love to dance, but the hard tips of ballet shoes are forbidden. I love music, but the strings of a guitar or the keys of a piano are too dangerous. Every dream I've ever had has been strangled in its cradle because of my sister's condition. My brother, Liam, who raised us both, always looks at me with tired, pleading eyes. "Elara is fragile, Isla. You have to be understanding." But I was only eighteen the first time I truly understood. I came home from my high school graduation ceremony, the scent of sunshine and excitement still on my clothes. The moment I stepped inside, Elara's hand connected with my cheek. Hard. For no reason at all. Everyone rushed to her. Liam pointed a furious finger at me. "Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood. The curse wasn't just my sister's. It was mine, too.

"Hey, beautiful." I turned around slowly to see a guy approaching me from the party. "I'm not interested." "But, I am." He cackled. "Well, that's too bad, huh?" I laughed, leaning against the wall as my vision cleared a bit. "Shut up." "And why should she listen to you?" That's when I noticed Tyson leaning against the refrigerator with his arms crossed over his chest. "And who might you be?" The guy turned to face Tyson instead of me. "Her boyfriend?" "No, but I'm the guy who just fucked your mom, and she said I should tell you how much she enjoyed it since your father can't compare." "You're a dead man walking, punk!" The guy charged at Tyson. And next thing I knew, Tyson was pulling the guy up from the floor by his shirt and shoving him towards the exit, effortlessly. I smirked. ☆☆☆☆ Ashley, the daughter of a millionaire, moves to a new city and hopes for a fresh start. With her sharp wit, she often finds herself at the center of school drama, not by choice, but by circumstances. Intent on maintaining a low profile at her new campus, her plan quickly falls apart when she mistakenly parks her bike in a reserved spot. Tyson, the school's notorious bad boy, is not just a troublemaker, but he's the youngest gang leader to be a part of a powerful mafia, feared by many but understood by few. Despite his fearsome reputation in the streets while other leaders might see him as a mere boy, Tyson is fiercely loyal to his inner circle, showing a side of him that few ever see. What will happen when their paths cross? ☆☆☆☆ "𝑫𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎." ☆☆☆☆

Elle est allée dans un club avec ses amis pour boire un verre pour la première fois après avoir terminé ses examens de troisième année. Gabriella était une jeune fille de 21 ans qui n'avait jamais embrassé personne auparavant. Elle a rencontré un inconnu dans une boîte de nuit, l'a accompagné à l'hôtel, a eu son premier baiser et a perdu sa virginité. Elle a apprécié ce moment. Lorsqu'elle s'est réveillée le lendemain matin, l'homme était parti. Il l'avait abandonnée. Quelques mois plus tard, elle a découvert qu'elle était enceinte. Elle a continué à se rendre à l'hôtel dans l'espoir de retrouver cet homme, mais après quatre mois, elle a abandonné. Il l'avait abandonnée, la laissant seule face à cette situation. Elle a abandonné ses études pour élever son fils. Elle est retournée à l'université un an plus tard pour terminer ses études et obtenir son diplôme. Elle a ensuite vu à la télévision la personne avec qui elle avait couché et s'est rendu compte qu'il était désormais fiancé et qu'il s'agissait du célèbre multimilliardaire Javier Hills. Que ferait sa grand-mère si elle trouvait un garçon qui ressemble trait pour trait à son petit-fils ?

Is he trying to insert that thing in my… I fought back and wiggled my body to avoid his big pet when he tried to rub our sensitive part. "Aaargh!" he softly groaned. "Stop resisting me, Susana! We f*cking did this a lot of time!" he growled at me. "I'm not Suzanne! I-I'm her twin sir! Please don't!” I begged him. "Stop lying! Our f*cking son!” He stopped for a moment and looked into my eyes. "You f*cking abandoned him just because you're a slut! Don't f*cking fool me, Susana! Because you'll never fool me again!" he shouted at me, making me close my eyes. "I'm not the woman you're looking for, Mr. I have a twin. Maybe you're talking about her! Her name is Suzanne! I don't even know you, Mr. Believe me I'm not her! I'm her twin!" I insist. "Bullsh*t! Stop lying!” I caught my breath when I felt him enter my hole. I felt like I was stabbed in that part. I couldn't breathe immediately because of the pain at his first entrance. *G*damn it!" he whispered with regret. "I-I told you… I’m not her." I murmured before closing my eyes. I closed my eyes tightly and I was shaking before my vision completely darkened. But before I could open my eyes, I heard one last word he spoke. "F*ck! Shit! Call the f*cking doctor now!”

My sister and I slept for a thousand years. Tonight, we would Awaken. We would become true High-Bloods. Our Sire, Countess Lylandra, brought us two men. We had to choose a Blood Thrall. A cold, celibate priest. A young, harmless noble prince. In my past life, Lilith grabbed the prince by the neck and vanished into the shadows. She left me with the cold-hearted priest. The prince's blood was sweet, his soul pure. He was supposed to be the perfect sacrifice for the Awakening ritual. Lilith should have become a High-Blood without any trouble. But she fell for the prince's sweet words and gentle lies. She poured her ancient power into him. She forged a false blood bond to help him seize the throne. On his coronation day, he plunged a dagger dipped in blessed silver into her heart. With his own hands, he carved out her new Blood Core. He offered it to his werewolf allies. Lilith nearly turned to dust. And me? The priest helped me purify my blood. I broke the vampire curse. I no longer feared the sun or blessed silver. I became the legendary Daywalker Queen. Jealousy drove her mad. She used her last drop of power to unleash a kin-curse. It killed us both. Then I opened my eyes. I was back. Back to the night we chose our Blood Thralls. This time, Lilith chose differently. She wrapped herself around the priest, a vision of seduction. Her blood-red wings spread, ready to carry him away. My fangs slid from my gums. A choice? Why should I have to choose? The priest and the prince... Both are mine for the taking.