Rob Zombie Blossom

My sister and I were reborn on the very day we were to be sent to the Demons as sacrificial vessels. That day, our husbands, the God of Water and the God of Fire, came to rescue us. However, this time, without any discussion, we made the same choice. We refused their rescue and willingly offered ourselves to the Demons. In our previous life, after they saved us, the Demons captured the God of Water's young apprentice as a replacement. In the end, she was flayed and had her bones torn out, dying a brutal and tragic death. Because of that, the God of Water and the God of Fire came to hate my sister and me deeply. They spread rumors that we were the Twin Blossoms of Ruin, destined to destroy the world, and forced us to the point where our souls were completely annihilated. When I opened my eyes again, my sister and I had returned to the moment when the Demons first captured us. We exchanged a glance and then announced in front of everyone, "We are willing to become the sacrificial vessels of the Dark Lord and the Demon King. Take us with you." The God of Water and the God of Fire left with their young apprentice, who was completely unharmed. They were relieved that they had finally protected the one they truly cared about. Only later did they realize their mistake, but by then, they were consumed with regret.

After my husband's death, I long for him so much that it becomes a mental condition. To put me out of my misery, my in-laws order a custom-made robot to be my companion. But I'm only more sorrowed when I see the robot's face—it's exactly like my late husband's. Everything changes when I accidentally unlock the robot's hidden functions. Late at night, 008 kneels before my bed and asks, "Do you need my third form of service, my mistress?"

Every year, the village had to choose a girl of age to become the Blossom Bride. The girl who was chosen would be sent into the cave as the village god’s wife. She would spend the entire night with him. If she came out alive, she would be honored for the rest of her life as a village elder. Any child she bore was said to be blessed, destined for a life of effortless fortune. If she died, the village would simply wait for the next year, when another Blossom Bride would be chosen. The blessing of the Blossom Bride was believed to pass on to her parents and elders as well. However, no one wanted to be chosen. To escape the ritual, families quietly left the village, one after another. I was the only one who volunteered. I had a lust problem, and I had always wondered what it would feel like to be with a god.

Mi prometido era el neurocientífico más brillante del país. Pero su amiga de la infancia, enferma de cáncer terminal y solo tenía un mes de vida, por lo que, para acompañarla en ese último tramo del camino, él me obligó a tomar una dosis experimental de un fármaco que borra la memoria, una creación suya, aún secreta. Durante ese mes en que yo lo olvidé todo, él organizó una boda con su amiga, la llevó de luna de miel, y juntos, prometieron reencontrarse en otra vida, en medio de un campo lleno de flores. Un mes después, bajo una lluvia que calaba hasta los huesos, él cayó de rodillas frente a mí, con los ojos llenos de desesperación y la voz hecha trizas: —La droga solo duraba un mes... ¿Por qué me olvidaste para siempre?

My sister accompanies me when I go for my premarital medical checkup. When I'm preparing a urine test, I hear embarrassing sounds coming from the cubicle next door. I'm about to leave when I hear the conversation. "Keep it in you, Willow. We're doing this again if it slips out." The voice belongs to my fiancé, Zachary Hilton. The woman to whom he's speaking is Willow Langley, my sister. I dial his number hysterically to see whether it really is him, but my calls go unanswered. All I hear is the incessant ringing of a phone next door and moans alongside it. I'm rooted to the spot, too stunned to do anything. Zachary once vowed to love me for life, yet he's doing something like this with Willow prior to our wedding. The moans and pants next door take a long time to subside. Once I hear them leave, I call home, my face wet with tears. "Mom, change my husband-to-be to Thomas Hilton, Zachary's youngest uncle. I don't want to have anything to do with Zachary anymore."

On the eve of our wedding, Trevin Hoffman's childhood sweetheart, a mercenary who had vanished for five years, was struck by a deadly love spell during a mission. When her teammates dragged her back to him, she was covered in blood, barely clinging to life. Trevin, usually calm and composed, lost control. Ignoring my protests, he locked himself in with her for the entire night. I sat outside that door, sleepless until dawn. The next morning, when I demanded an explanation in hysteria, he shielded her with his body and snapped, his mask completely gone. "I couldn't just watch Wren die. One wild night before marriage, what's so wrong with that?" At that moment, I was disillusioned. My love for him vanished in an instant.

Ako si John. Dalawampu't dalawang taong gulang. Kasalukuyan akong nagtratrabaho bilang isang Nurse. Isang taon pa lamang akong naninirahan dito mula nang kunin ako ni Uncle Robert. Siya ang nagpa-aral sa akin mula Highschool hanggang Kolehiyo ko kaya malaki ang utang na loob ko sa aking Uncle. Ang mga magulang ko kasi ay isang hamak na magsasaka lamang sa aming probinsya. Kaya naman ang kapatid ng Papa ko na si Uncle Robert ang nag-alok na pag-aralin ako dahil nakakaluwag naman ito sa buhay. Isang Pulis si Uncle dito sa Maynila. Mayroon siyang asawa na si Auntie Mabeth at mayroon na rin silang anak. Aaminin ko, isa akong bakla. At alam iyon ni Uncle dahil noong bata palang ay nakitaan na nila ako ng pagiging mahinhin. Hindi naging handlang iyon kay Uncle para hindi ako pagtapusin ng pag-aaral. Nasa edad trenta'y singko na si Uncle Robert. Pero makikita mo parin ang kakisigan nito kahit na nasa ganoong edad na siya. Matipuno si Uncle. Ang baitang nito ay nasa 5'10" kumpara sa akin na nasa 5'5" lamang. Malaki ang katawan nito dahil kailangan niya iyon dahil sa uri ng kanyang propesyon. Aaminin kong may pagtingin ako sa aking Uncle. Alam kong mali ito, pero hindi ko lang talaga maiwasan na pagnasaan siya sa tuwing makikita itong hubad kapag inaayos ang kanyang sasakyan. O, kapag nakasuot ito ng kanyang uniporme at bumabakat ang batutang tinatago nito. Pero nitong mga nakaraang araw, nag-iba lalo ang tingin ko sa kanya nang umalis si Auntie Mabeth para mangibang-bansa. Mas lalo akong nagkaroon ng pagnanasa sa Uncle ko. Mas naging malawak at mapusok ang imahinasyong binubuo ko sa tuwing makikita ko si Uncle. Sa mga sandaling ito, hindi ko alam kung hanggang saan aabot ang pagnanasa ko sa aking Tiyuhin.

The end of the world is coming, and the zombies are surrounding the city Charlotte Devlin found a handsome boy, but she didn't expect that the little boy was actually the king of the zombies? Charlotte doesn't know what secrets are hidden, nor how he will affect the fate of the world. However, Charlotte knows one thing, that is, she cannot leave the man who has grown into a war god beside her. Even if the world has become so cruel and merciless, the strongest king of the zombies in the world will be beside her, braving all obstacles for her.

A doomsday blizzard hit just before Christmas. The zombie virus exploded. Our fortress was a top-tier ski resort. Now, it was about to fall. My husband, Ethan, was a former Navy SEAL. Our head of security. He swore his defense system was foolproof. The blizzard knocked out the power. But he’d sent all the backup generator fuel to the summit. Just to light up a Christmas tree for Chloe. He even had a few guards up there with them, throwing a party. In my last life, I fought him. I herded everyone into the last bunker. But Chloe whined. A crowded Christmas was boring, she said. She stormed out of the safe room and ran right into the jaws of the horde. Ethan carved a path through the horde to secure the walls. Then he sat in silence, cradling Chloe’s bones. He pretended he wanted to start over with me. He let me get pregnant with his child. The day I gave birth, he knocked me unconscious and dumped me into a nearby zombie nest. He always rescued me just before I died. He’d inject me with a serum that kept me from turning. Nineteen times, he threw me to the zombies. I died in agony as they tore the flesh from my bones. "If you hadn't sabotaged my defenses," he’d hissed, "if you hadn't crashed our party and led the horde right to us, Chloe would still be alive!" I opened my eyes. I was back. Christmas Eve.

Even after five years of marriage, Benjamin Lane continues to maintain his image as a devoted husband. He's the scion of the Lane family, yet he strictly adheres to curfews and comes home on time. He drives me to work every day and goes all out to prepare gifts for me on various anniversaries and holidays. His social media is also all about his doting love for me. The online community calls him a hopeless romantic; countless people ship us together. However, he's logged in to his WhatsApp account on his tablet. I see a video another woman has sent to him.