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Five years into their marriage, Sierra Bell never imagined her own husband would ask her to share him with another woman. "She's important to me. I want you to accept her," were his words. He even made a promise to her. "As long as you agree to this, you'll always be my wife. No one can take your place." She had met him at her lowest point. He married her, cherished her, and indulged her in every way. She always thought that no one could ever love her more than him. But now, she realized that everything was just a colossal joke. - John Henderson never expected the delicate canary he had raised to ask him for a divorce. He didn't stop her. He let her go, sure that she would eventually fail on her own and come back begging. But Sierra, soft in name and stubborn in nature, would never look back no matter how hard or painful the journey. He couldn't help but ask, "Can't you just give in for once?" Later, Sierra finally gave in. Right after that, she vanished from his world completely. John, who had never known fear, suddenly found himself terrified. Much later, she reappeared, arm in arm with another man. John, eyes red, cornered her behind a door, half-crazed. "Sierra, you really are heartless!"

before all man can remember, monsters roam our lands, special group of people named keepers has known the history of how monsters were vanquished and removed from our world. all monsters are now fiction, can be read in books and heard in legends, however, another group of people seeks chaos and want to free these monsters known only from our books and legends.

After three years of secret marriage, Reginald Thompson suddenly proposed a divorce to Elizabeth Smith. Elizabeth chuckled, took her share of the property, and left the home of the past three years—using her skills to thrive in the antique world. Some time after the divorce, the former dictator Reginald saw his beautiful ex-wife Elizabeth stunning the audience on television, regretting his past actions. He regretted the divorce and pursued her all over the world, declaring, "My dear Elizabeth, my heart is yours, my life is yours. Come back to me!" Elizabeth Smith's rosy lips parted, "I'm sorry, Reginald!" Later, she encountered the man, Mayo John Brown, who had once saved her life. On the day of their wedding, news arrived. She abandoned the groom John, holding the injured body of Reginald Thompson in sorrow. Until Reginald proposed again, "My beloved Elizabeth, can we get married again?"

Tag: Omegaverse, Mpreg, Dom/sub “You’re squeezing tight.” He smacked my ass. “Two weeks of not being touched—have you forgotten how to spread your legs?” Another smack on my butt, and my skin flared. My erection twitched, my tip pulsed And I couldn’t help but spread my leg wider. ************* Elijah Blake has always survived—never lived. An omega hiding as a beta, he clings to control. Until one desperate choice binds him to two Alphas. Zane Harrington, the untouchable hockey captain and heir to a powerful empire. And John, the swim team captain, his childhood best friend, and the one person who once saved him. Weeks later, Elijah is pregnant. And he doesn’t know who the father is. If it’s Zane, he’ll be dragged into a world he can’t escape. If it’s John… he might lose the only person he’s ever trusted. Either ways, Elijah’s life is about to be destroyed.

For the nine hundred and ninety-ninth time, the system in my mind warned me. [Warning! The lovesick part of your brain is highly active! If you refuse to leave John Miller, you’ll die an hour later!] I looked at my husband. He was scolding me for the sake of his secretary, who was his first love. I once burned down all of my award-winning drawings just because he disliked them. I calmly gave the system in my brain an order. “Since the cause of the malfunction is the lovesick portion of my brain, I hereby grant you the highest authority to remove it. Do the surgery now!” An hour later, John stopped me at the door of the ward. His eyes were bloodshot. “Grace Stone, what are you trying to pull?” I raised my head and watched him coldly and calmly. “Mister, you blocked the light. Based on an analysis, this constitutes an illegal detention. Do you need my help calling the cops?”

A 25 years old boy named John is suddenly shot by his friend, which results in his death, but is reincarnated again as the new Demon King. Unfortunately, he agains dies in a battle. This time also he is reincarnated but as a human. Follow Vis' adventure as he gets revenge, becomes a demon and makes his own harem.

My car was passing by the entrance of the office when I saw both my sisters 'wrestling' vigorously with a bum. I wasn't surprised, however, even recording a video of it and sending it to the biggest news outlet of the country, saying, "I want it seen across the world before 7pm." After all, in my last life, those two sisters were so keen to please Harold Langford that they allowed him to steal my birthright all he wanted. I bore with it because they were family, and ended up resting in pieces. But now that I had a second chance, I would return the favor. At the company gala, Harold once again took my seat as he snorted at me haughtily. "Hmph! If Ellie and Jennie didn't insist on showing you how the world works, a poor college student like you wouldn't even make it through the front door!" "Know your place and don't cause me trouble, or they will have you beaten to a pulp!" Seeing that he was still running his mouth, I kicked him three feet away as I chuckled. "Who do you think you are? How dare you strut when you're just a gigolo who only knows how to please hags!"

𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄. 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍. 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐄. John Flord Congreene has it all—wealth, power, and an empire at his feet. At 27, he reigns as the meticulous president of Congreene Allure Blue Company, a business built by his family. But beneath his carefully controlled world, a storm is brewing. His grandfather’s debts threaten to shatter the Congreene legacy, dragging everything he’s ever known into ruin. The only solution? A strategic marriage to the billionaire's daughter, a 24-year-old, dazzling, charming heiress named Garnet Marie Sytone,—the key to reclaiming their fortune. John thought he was the one hiding secrets. But he never expected that the woman he married was a masterpiece of deception. What happens when he uncovers the truth—that their marriage was never real? When every kiss, every touch, was based on a carefully crafted lie? Will he fight for a love he never believed in? Or will he walk away, letting betrayal consume them both? 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐭. 𝐀 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. Can their love survive the ultimate betrayal? WARNING: This story contains mature content and language that are not suitable for young readers. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

“For someone who’s soon to be married, you sure look miserable, Mr?” “Creed,” the man replies, his words slurred, almost like he’s absent minded. “Alexander Creed.” He completes. . . . Two days to the wedding. Two days to Alexander’s wedding, his path crosses with a girl who makes him feel like himself. Evangeline. They share a dance at a club, and that dance led to a steamy night together. A steamy night that somehow left lingering emotions. When Alexander decides not to push through with the wedding, his bride-to-be reveals a heartbreaking information. Evangeline’s and Alexander’s meeting was never a coincidence. For Evangeline, it was just a job, but for Alexander, her name has refused to evade his memory. What will happen when she returns three months later with the resulting factor of their affair? Read to find out.

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down, and my dad could not face the shame, so he killed himself, leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructor, and an entertainer to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes, and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He paid my family's debt in the banks, so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer, and on-call bedwarmer for my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband.