Rush Hour Palmerah

On the night of our eighth anniversary, I cooked everything Ethan loved. He didn't come home. I sat alone at the table until the food went cold. Then I did what I always did. I opened Selene's profile on the pack network. New post. One hour ago. A photo of Ethan, shirtless, building a fire in her den. Her hand on his shoulder. Her face turned toward the camera with a smile that showed too many teeth. The caption read: Grateful for old friends who drop everything when you need them. Even their marking anniversaries. I stared at it until my eyes burned. Then I liked it. Filed the bond-dissolution request. And started packing the trunk I'd kept ready for months. Ethan didn't believe it when he found out. "She's throwing a fit," I heard he told his packmates. "Give her three days." "I'll crook my finger and she'll come running back." "She always does." What he didn't understand was why I always came back. It was because I loved him. That was gone now.

On the tenth day of my postpartum recovery, my husband, Deputy Commander Harvey Wyatt, uploads a photo of me breastfeeding my newborn in a disheveled state to the department's group chat. Obviously, that photo was taken without my knowledge. "See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight." A few female colleagues send sweating emojis to the group. The majority of the chat, however, consists of the male colleagues' perverse silence. While I continue to burp my baby with one hand, my tears land on the screen. In order to give birth to this baby, my pelvic bone was sawn in half, which causes me so much pain that I can't even walk properly. But all I get in return is my own husband body-shaming me in front of hundreds of people. I don't bother arguing with Harvey at all. Half an hour later, I drag my broken body all the way to the commander's office with a divorce agreement as well as the chat history over the past ten days, which has been printed out, in my hands.

In the third year of my engagement to Jack, he found himself a pureblooded, sharp-fanged huntress up in the Northern Territory. The night before my birthday, he brought her to me—just to call off the bond. He looked at me, cold and distant. “Bethel and I both live for the thrill of the night hunt. You're just a greenhouse wolf—soft and sheltered. You’ll never get what makes it all so addictive.” I asked, holding back the hurt, “Did it really have to be today?” He chuckled, “Did breaking a bond require a date on the calendar?” I nodded without arguing. But the next month, we ended up in the same Blood Moon Trial up north. What he didn’t know was—I tasted the rush of the hunt, the heat of blood, and got the champion long before he even came of age. Later, on his birthday, I sealed a life bond with another powerful wolf. He looked at me, red-eyed and hoarse, voice barely his, “Did it have to be today?” I smiled back, “Life bonds need good omens. The moon’s just right tonight.”

His eyes didn't move one inch from my body. He had that look that made me weak. "If you're going to kiss me do it and stop taunting", I whispered. he bit his lips and smirked. "Beg me", he said running his hands slowly through my hair. "And beg me to fuck you too, because I know you want me to", he whispered behind my hair making me shiver. The adrenaline rush was making me shake. "please", I choked out. "Please what?". "kiss me", I said breathlessly. "and what?". "Fuck me", I finally said. he smirked and then smashed his lips on mine. * * Sebastian Greenwood and Asher Peterson find out that they were being played by the same woman and this brings them closer as friends... Friends? No lovers. But their love is forbidden as it will ruin Sebastian's life If society hears that he's in an affair with a man. They will have to fight for a forbidden love, handle the betrayal, jealousy, regrets and even a blackmail just to keep that forbidden fire burning. Burning for a love pure and genuine. A story of Temptation Seduction Love and betrayal

Warning! This book contains explicit scenes. Do not read if not above eighteen :) ——- *(Age Gap)* “Oh! Nayla! You’re the best thing I have ever fucked! I love how sweet your pussy feels!….I love how tight you are for me. I love fu—fucking you,” Roy whispered softly against my ear, his breath so hot and intoxicating, it sent a rush of shivers down my spine as he rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting harder against my p*ssy. S—so much pleasure! ********** It’s been a growing feeling she’s had for years. A feeling she has desperately tried to get rid of. She knows it’s wrong. It’s forbidden. He’s her big brother. Worse, There’s no way Roy Donald could ever look her way. Not when he’s too proud, too pompous, too charming!……too much for her. But what if she’s wrong? What if he wants her more than she could ever imagine? Read to find out….

My name is Ivy Lawson. At 3:00 am, I get a call from Christina McSpire, a parent of one of my students. "Hello, Ms. Lawson, I noticed Zoe only spent five dollars on her meal yesterday. Did she not eat any meat?" she asks. Pushing through my exhaustion, I reply, "Don't worry, Mrs. Street. I'll check on it tomorrow." Another half hour goes by, and she calls again. "It's supposed to rain tomorrow. Can you remind Zoe to bring an umbrella?" I can hardly keep my eyes open. "Got it," I reply absentmindedly. A few minutes later, my phone rings once more. "Please make sure Zoe brushes her teeth for three minutes. It's also important that she scrubs each side of her face at least three times." Suppressing my frustration, I calmly respond, "Zoe is in her senior year of high school. I'm sure she's capable of taking care of herself." I expect that to be the end of it, but when I wake up, my silenced phone shows over a hundred missed calls.

Simple life was to be the most beautiful place around the corner of every individual's life. Both men and women dream of the most exciting journey. They dreamt to be in a place of perfection that was full of contentment and happiness. Sindy, the unconventional woman who used to see different things and creatures. Then one day, while she was working in her daily life, someone killed her sister and she used to see who it was. Next, upon the argument between her mother she was forced to find clues for her revenge. Dammier, Sylier, Adminicous and Xhander were there. The kings of every powerful house. They played the darkest hour of life symbolized by Violet, Blue, Red and Green. They used to follow rules and regulations to maintain their obligation. All of them have a different reason. They suffered alone and tied to the shackles of the chisel. And upon intertwining them something happened that changed everything. It becomes chaotic and all of them turn into decision making. While playing chaotic scenarios something that opened up a secret in the past that changed everyone. The questions that need to be answered: Who, What, When, Why and How? COPYRIGHTS © MXGCHEF PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME. Some words and scenes may not be suitable for young readers and yet read at our own risk.

Richard Lorde’s childhood friend had just become a widow. On our fifth wedding anniversary, he brought his childhood friend and her daughter into a karaoke box and removed my ring right before everyone. “Lily needs a proper status right now. It’s no longer right for you to wear that ring. “Resign from your job tomorrow and take care of Lily and her daughter.” Everyone in the room fell silent as they waited for me to blow my top off. But I said nothing. I calmly brought out the divorce agreement I had already signed, put it on the table, and left. My best friend stood up to advise me against it, but Richard just swung the wine glass and snorted. “Let her. She’ll come begging for my forgiveness before tomorrow.” When I slammed the door shut, I heard laughter from the room. What they did not know was that half an hour ago, I had received a message telling me that my visa application had been approved. The person in charge of picking me up had been waiting at my house ten minutes ago. This time, I was not turning back.

My mother-in-law has gotten kidnapped, and yet my husband, Josiah Broadway, decides to celebrate the success of his childhood sweetheart, Vivian Spencer's performance with her. The kidnapper has requested a ten-million-dollar ransom. If he doesn't receive the money in his bank account in an hour, he'll kill the hostage immediately. But my calls to Josiah's phone never go through. When there's only one minute left on the timer, Josiah calls me back calmly. "Since that hag is already that old, she might as well die. I'm not wasting my money on her." Just like that, my mother-in-law is thrown into the sea by the furious kidnapper. The search-and-rescue team has to resort to using long hooks in order to fish her corpse out of the sea. As soon as the body is delivered to the crematorium, Josiah sends me a voice message excitedly. "Have your mom's corpse sent to the studio! Vivian's performance needs a corpse anyway! Using a real corpse will make the whole performance seem more realistic!" I'm pissed off, to say the least. So, that bastard thinks that my mom is the one who died, huh? After that, I have my mother-in-law's corpse, which is completely disfigured from all the fishing and hooking, sent to the studio without any hesitation.

Kaia has always been an obedient daughter. Following and pleasing them was her own way of earning her adoptive parents’ love and approval. But despite her unwavering efforts to make them happy, lagi itong kulang. She always feels like an outsider, lalo na nang mabiyayaan ang mga ito ng totoong anak. When her sister came into the picture, pakiramdam niya ay lalo siyang nawalan ng pwesto sa pamilya. However, a chance to prove her worth to her family comes when an unexpected proposal lands on her lap—an arranged marriage to a stranger. She is torn at first but eventually agrees to this to prove that she’s willing to go to great lengths just to gain their acceptance. But everything takes an unexpected twist when Kaia discovers the identity of her mysterious groom-to-be: the one and only Aril Verlon E. Adriatico, her first love, who she believed was buried deep within her past. Hindi niya inaasahan na muling mag ku-krus ang kanilang mga landas. The rush of emotions, old wounds, and unresolved feelings resurface. Will Kaia find the strength to confront her past, which is also apparently her future?