Short Stories Of Alice In Wonderland

"Admiring you was the greatest serendepity." When Rachel Spencer realize that her life could be on the run, Alexander Morgan offers to give Rachel extra protection, in which he knew she wouldn't fully decline despite her not wanting to trouble him. Little did she know, that Alex could even help her reveal more mysteries around her, including the ones they've never seen coming.

They say there is a fine line between love and hate, but where does one end and the other begin? When does something so pure become something so toxic that even you yourself cannot fathom when things changed? This story starts on the day that my parents were killed. That was the day that I felt like my entire life had ended. If only I knew then that it was only the beginning of the storm I would be made to endure. Struggling to grasp onto the threads of my unraveling life, I found comfort in the arms of someone I didn't truly know. His dangerously handsome looks and his lethal allure consumed me, and, despite my every instinct, I fell. He became my world, the very air I needed to breathe, the only one that I thought I could rely on... but then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. When the truth of my very existence and reality was revealed, he cast me aside and lit my world ablaze, leaving me to burn in the flames of his hatred. Even then, we were still intertwined together by one fate. My name is Yileyna De'Lacor, and this is my story. For updates, character aesthetics and more follow me on author.muse on IG and author muse on

Alexa had a one night stand with a mafia boss. she was too drunk to remember the events that occured that night. All she could remember was that she had gone to clear her head at the club, and the rest was history. meanwhile, the mafia boss who took her innocence, was head over heels in love with her, and was determined to make her his own.

His eyes traveled all over my body, from head to toe. It made me self-conscious for some reason. "The dress fits you well,” then he paused and murmured, looking at the floor. "I was wondering if you'd like it or not." "Huh?" His head turned to me again as if he was freed from a trance. "So now will you tell me what I have to do for you, sir?" I said sarcastically. "What?" He looked at me with surprise. "What? You have to have some purpose for keeping me here by force," I said, pressing on the last two words. He paused for a few seconds and then the lamest thing I could have ever imagined came out of his mouth. "Yes, you are here to serve me," he stated blankly. "What? Did I hear you right? You knocked me out, kidnapped my sister, and blackmailed me into coming here just to be your servant?" I cried out in disbelief. A smirk began to settle on his face as he took in my reaction. He was enjoying this absurdity even more! "Yes, dear. You are here to serve me. From now on, you will be with me 24 hours. All matters regarding me are your responsibility from now on." This is insane! Is he really a pervert? What is he trying to pull? "But you already have a lot of servants!” I protested. “And they're always at your beck and call too! Why the hell would you have me kidnapped for this? And who gives new clothes and breakfast in bed to a servant?” This was driving me crazy. Was he playing with me? Probably, a rotten rich vampire prince playing for fun. But I was not going to play hooky with him. No way!

When my husband accompanies his childhood sweetheart to the vet to treat her pet fish, my son accidentally spills his drink on her. My husband watches as his childhood sweetheart's eyes redden. Then, he slaps my son hard and throws a stack of cash at him. "This is your chance to make up for your mistakes. Buy Wendy a dress—make sure it's white!" My son dries his tears while holding onto the money. He roams the streets, searching for a white dress in the middle of the night. When he finally finds one, he ends up getting beaten to death by some drunk hooligans. Even in death, he clutches the bloodied skirt tightly. I burst into tears of despair as I hold onto his body and call my husband over a dozen times. However, he's too busy with his childhood sweetheart's fish. He blocks my number. When he finally calls me back, he sounds icy and angry. "Wendy is still waiting for that dress! Where has the little brat gone to? Can't he even handle such a simple task?"

It was about time because my dad got a new girlfriend and said he wanted us to have a meal together to introduce the new woman into our lives. On the day we met, my college roommate saw my chat background, which had a photo of me and my dad, along with a series of transfer records. She lost her mind. She enlisted the support of our other roommates, who rarely paid me any attention and began to attack me, insisting that I was a side chick who deserved to die. I did not expect that my roommate would soon become my stepmom. Before I could explain, she accused me of trying to seduce my dad behind her back, shouting, "Shameless side chick! Going behind my back to seduce my boyfriend! All those times you said you were out studying?! Who knows if you were just meeting up with him?" I was once physically assaulted, stripped of my dignity, and forced to the restaurant for a public confrontation wearing ragged clothes. Then my dad came running to where I was hardly breathing and barely moving on the floor, bruised to the extreme. “Sweetheart, who did this to you?!”

Three days after his first love Mandy's death, my husband locked me in a steel cage and sank me into the ocean. "You vicious woman," he spat. "Stay here and repent to Mandy!" He didn't know I carried his child. I thrust the pregnancy confirmation toward him, but he walked away without a backward glance. Yet when he later saw my corpse—bloated and decomposing in the seawater—he went insane.

He was born with a mask. The mask was a result of curse that was placed on his mother when he was in the womb. Due to this mask, he has neva been granted free movement and this make him a wicked King. Nobody has seen the king except those that are living in the Palace but they all known that he is a masked king. Only "her" can lift the curse and soften his wicked heart. She is a human with crazy personalities. But something seems to be wrong when she was chosen as the Alpha mate. Who on earth will ever imagine alpha Jayden's mate will be a mere human being. Whereas, they were born on the same day, the same place and the same time but fate had it's way in their lives. This is the story of Alpha Jayden's crazy mate

Nicholas Hawk and I have been married for four years, and I've always wanted to have his children. But he never had sex with me and I always thought he wasn't interested in sex. The doctor explained that the patient had an anal fissure caused by sexual intercourse. At that moment, I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach. She's Nicholas' sister, albeit one with whom he isn't blood-related.

She entered his office looking for a future but left his bed with a past she couldn’t forget. When Raina takes an internship at one of the city’s most powerful corporations, she expects nothing more than a paycheck to fund her dreams. But then she meets him—Cazien Wolfe. CEO. Enigma. Dangerous in ways no contract could warn her about. He’s brilliant but broken, a man stitched together by ambition and haunted medication. She’s guarded but desperate, a woman with a silent past and a heart too soft for her own good. One night. One mistake. One kiss that wasn’t supposed to happen—followed by a moment so intimate it feels imagined. But when Raina sees something she was never meant to witness—a truth about Cazien that cuts deeper than betrayal—her world spins off its axis. What begins as a story of slow attraction spirals into obsession, secrets, and scars neither of them are prepared to reveal. But desire doesn’t wait for permission. And some sins… beg to be repeated. This is not a love story. It’s a war between hearts, and only the broken survive.