Replace That Box Of Medicine

What if someone is watching you? What if your friends mysteriously die? What if one day you wake up and you are inside the box? Know the perfect example of Stockholm syndrome and how it connects to the lens of the camera. Get thrilled, suspense and fall-in-love with Lady and how did she survive the pain of being heartbroken that her long term boyfriend caused her. How did she survive from all the threats that her captor caused her and who will she go to choose at the end? Her long term boyfriend who cheated on her or her captor who makes her life a living hell? find out and get thrilled, braced yourself to fall-in-love in the story of LENS

My twin sister died on her 18th birthday. She died of respiratory failure in a dark corner of a hotel after being raped. Her dearest friend, Joanne Lowe, whom she always cared for and supported, turned around and anonymously spread photos of my sister being raped. I then slowly ruined the face which had so badly wanted to replace my sister with a knife. With blood everywhere, I cradled Joanne's face as if it were a piece of art and said, "My beloved sister is gone, and you people who harmed her won't be let off so easily."

Sold to the cruel Alpha in replace of her father's debt, Isabella finds herself as Luna amid Alpha Alexander's concubines. His voice makes her tremble. His presence sends shivers down her spine. She isn't seen as Luna in his eyes, but a commodity—and so he does with her whatever he wants. She dare not think of running away, look at his face or talk back at him. Rather, she is expected to obey even the signs he gives. When Bella finds out she was bearing his child, what would be her fate? Calm the beast in him or awaken it?

Goldie wakes up in the ruins of a nightclub, with his mind empty. Amidst his confusion, he discovers that he has strange powers that are desired by the police and the government. He can only rely on his instincts as he maneuvers himself into many confusing situations. In his pursuit of self-discovery, he comes across a crime boss and a curious medicine student. Each of them gives their own efforts into solving the many mysteries that came with Goldie's existence, while also hiding from the authorities. They all come to realize that they are taking part in something much bigger than themselves and everyone else.

Joshua Thompson, Rain Zimmer’s husband, had a deceased ex he could never get over—Lily Smithson. Rain always hoped that there would come one day where she could replace Lily’s presence in Joshua’s heart. In the eighth year of their marriage, Rain accidentally destroyed a bowl Lily had bought on a whim for Joshua, and Joshua yelled at her, “Get out! I don’t want to see you!” At that moment, Rain finally came to realize that she could never win against Rain’s ex. This time, she quietly drafted the divorce agreement and left, but Joshua panicked.

I am the daughter of the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, my parents are very rich, but I have nothing. When black magic was eating away at me with a month to live, I asked to borrow ten dollars and they said I was "not worthy." I dragged my sickly body to buy the cheapest herbal medicine, but I saw them spending billions of dollars to celebrate my foster sister Vivian's 18th birthday. Tears streamed down my face, I just wanted to spend ten dollars on a piece of fabric and make my own ceremonial robe, even though I wouldn't live to be eighteen.

Ruby receives a strange request to replace another woman as bride. Besides the hefty payment, the prospect of marrying a handsome man makes it tempting for her. However, the offer turns into a nightmare when Eduardo—her supposed husband—not only looks unpleasant but also behaves extremely cruelly towards her. He's not an ordinary man, but a cartel that rules north Mexico. It's too late for Ruby to escape this trap. She can only endure to earn money and treat her sick mother. Can Ruby withstand Eduardo's brutality and get her money? Will Eduardo discover that Ruby is not the woman he intended to marry? How will he react?

After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots. The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way. I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love. Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw the long stick, you can only blame your bad luck." So I began practicing every day, shaking the box diligently, over and over, in hopes that one day, it would help me earn my parents' love. Unfortunately, for ten years, I never once drew the long stick. Until my birthday. Asher wanted to go to the amusement park, and Mom once again told us to decide by drawing lots. I secretly glued the two short sticks together and handed them to Mom, hoping to keep her with me. She slapped me hard across the face, screaming that I was cheating and disobedient. Then she stormed out of the house with Asher. When I fell to the ground, the short stick stabbed deep into my neck. 'I'm sorry, Mom. Next time, I'll work harder. Next time, I'll definitely draw the long stick.'

After Azalea gave her Alpha title to her fiancée, the Beta, he betrayed her by impregnating her sister. He broke their bond and chose Azalea’s sister as his Luna. It was the most painful and horrible experience for Azalea. And as if that wasn’t enough, Azalea was forced to replace her sister, who was supposed to marry the ruthless Lycan prince, Federico, by tradition. Both of them didn’t want the union, so they agreed on a contract marriage. The deal was to be discontinued after Federico got his heir from her, but things didn’t play out as easily as they’d bargained.

I receive a mysterious parcel on my fifth wedding anniversary. Inside the box are photos of my husband, Luke Madden, being intimate with his assistant. The photos go back a long time—they seem to start from over five years ago. The latest one was taken half a month ago. He, his assistant, and their daughter are playing by the seaside. They smile brightly in the photo and look like a happy family of three. I suppress my devastation and take medication to terminate my pregnancy. Then, I pull out my phone to text my mother. "I'll do as you say and get a divorce, Mom. I'll be back next month to take over the company."