Sneak Me In Your Closet My Prince

While taking the high-speed train home, I came across a post online. “My brother-in-law is pushing thirty, but no wedding bells so far. Would it bother you if he came back to visit all the time?” The comments were all over the place. With the post blowing up, the poster started arguing with commenters. “It’s bad enough that he doesn’t start his own family, but he took one of my yogurts. I can’t stand him. “Geez. Does he know nothing about keeping boundaries? I’ve been dying to put him in his place. “I converted his room into my walk-in closet. Well, that should show him for staying here.” At that point, I stopped reading. Since I paid for the family home back then, one room would always be reserved for me. As I stepped off the train, my mother texted me. “I booked you a room at the hotel, Miles. “You might want to skip staying home this time.”

My husband doesn't touch me on our wedding night. He claims he's too tired and asks me to wait. Then, he sneaks into the basement in the wee hours of each night. Whenever he returns, he needs to shower to wash away an indescribable smell. I ask him what he does down there, and he tells me he works out. Why would anyone work out in the middle of the night? I can't take it anymore. One night, I decide to sneak into the basement to see what's going on down there. He chases after me and grabs my pajamas, roaring, "Come back up here! I'll divorce you if you step foot down there!"

My father's adopted daughter was only locked in the cramped storage closet for around fifteen minutes, yet he punished me by tying me up and throwing me inside. He even sealed off the ventilation with towels. "As Wendy's older sister, if you can't take care of her, then you should also experience how scared she was," he declared coldly. He knew I was claustrophobic, but my desperate pleas for mercy, my terror, were met with nothing but heartless reprimands. "Let this be a lesson on how to be a good sister." As the last sliver of light disappeared, swallowed by the oppressive darkness, I struggled helplessly. A week passed before my father finally remembered my existence and decided it was time to end my punishment. "Let's hope this week served as a good lesson for you, Jennifer. If this happens again, you will no longer be allowed in this house." He would never know that I had already taken my last breath in that suffocating room. My body had begun to rot in the darkness.

I'm accidentally pushed off a cliff when my fiancé and I are enjoying the sunset. I end up with grave injuries. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I hear Eric Bartholomew speaking to a doctor. "Gamma Derrina's injuries aren't that severe, Alpha. She can be treated even without her womb being removed!" "Shut up! Do it because I say it needs to be done. Don't forget that I'm the Alpha here—all you need to do is obey me! Only if Derrina loses her womb can my and Phyllis' pup to become the wolf pack's heir. "Use copious amounts of sedatives on her. I don't want her to wake up on the wedding day. She'll be sad if she sees that the bride isn't her." I open my eyes and look at Eric standing outside the room. He's like a monster with hands that can end lives. I'll make his wish come true since he wants to marry that weak Omega. I make a call. "I agree with the thing you asked me about before." The person on the other end of the line laughs. "The Moon Goddess loves the wise."

Mercy is not very popular in her pack, no one likes her, including her very attractive twin. Things become worse whe fate presents her mate in the form of Eke Wolves, who happens to be Marcy's boyfriend. Mercy faces rejection, not that she's not used to it. After facing embarrassment from her family and her pack, she decides to run away and start her life afresh, with the wounds of her past still fresh on her mind, what would she do? "So you're saying that you want me, a villain, to help you catch another villain?" I scoffed. "Yes, that's what I'm asking for." "But that makes you a criminal by association, prince." He sighed and looked at me with weary eyes. "I'm doing it for justice."

Alexa Whittier has always been a cheerful child but sometime in her preteen years, something terrible happened to her that wiped that angelic smile off her lips. Her heart becomes a stone-cold wasteland. Will she ever smile again? Will she ever love again? Find out in this amazing, chilly, emotional and breathtaking adventure of Alexa Whittier.

"leave me you beast" she pushed him away "no never baby whether you are willing or not you should love me only me that's it you are mine only mine" "go to hell iam not your plaything" Rishi Malhotra is a handsome coldhearted playboy who never had any serious intentions towards girls he loves to play with them he treats girls as a plaything everyone thinks he is a stone hearted and ruthless person but he needs something else from people infact he too don't know what he is expecting Avishka is a cheerful and playful girl who wishes to find her dream boy she is never experienced in love what will happen when she meet Rishi can she change him or will she hate him can she able to give him what he really needs or will she also become a plaything to him when this both arrogant people meets what will happen will they start a romantic war or cold war to know follow the story MY PLAYBOY PRINCE guys this story belongs to my own fantasies and my fictional characters this story contains family,friends,love,mature content,comedy it's a mixed emotions story warning :mature content so read at your own risk 18+ so read with your own consent

On the day of my birthday, I'm burning with a fever that almost hits 104 degrees Fahrenheit. Because of that, I've called Tristan Graham more than a dozen times. He never picks up any of them. In the end, my dad has to take me to the hospital. When we walk past a corridor, he suddenly stops in his tracks. "Mr. Graham? What are you doing here?" I raise my head to see Tristan and Madison Franklin walking from the OBGYN department. Their fingers are tightly laced together. Tristan is even carrying a bag of medication. Birth control pills as well as ointment meant to be used on private parts can be seen in that bag. My mind goes blank at that moment. All I can do is stare at Tristan. As soon as our eyes meet, Tristan frowns slightly at me, though his gaze only lingers on me for a second before he turns to look at my dad. "I'll be hosting a banquet in the garden tomorrow night. Remember to decorate the garden nicely." Dad quickly accepts the order. "Don't worry, Mr. Graham. When Luna's fever breaks out, I'll deal with this task right away." Tristan is momentarily stunned by Dad's words. When he notices my unnaturally flushed cheeks, he instinctively takes a step toward me. But that's when Madison tugs his sleeve. "Stop wasting precious time on a gardener's daughter, Tristan. Let's go. I'm still in pain, you know." Tristan stops in his tracks instantly. Then, he leaves with Madison. Later on, he pays for my hospital bills. Our seven-year underground relationship that's considered a taboo is also paid off as well.

Hanna Jones Abudab is a young singer whose life is threatened by an ex-boyfriend. His father, Samir Abudab, the son of a very powerful sheikh in Dubai, fell in love with an American tourist and dropped everything to be with her. Hanna was born in the US but was conceived in Dubai. And even before being generated, she had already been betrothed to the eldest son of Mustafa Al-Madini, one of the most influential men in Dubai. Hanna grew up not knowing that her destiny was already set. After her mother's tragic death, she was protected by her fiance's younger brother, Caled Al-Madini, who also lived in the United States. What neither of them imagined was that they would fall in love with each other. Not to mention that her ex-boyfriend is one of the most dangerous men in the Italian mafia. Between international conflicts and power struggles, Hanna and Caled will have to face everything and everyone to live this love.

My older sister, Marissa Lipton, found out that I had been dating someone online. She immediately exposed the matter to our parents. Little did they realize that the person I'd been dating was actually Xander Lorne, the heir to one of the most prestigious families in Belhorn. Since then, my parents treated me a lot better than before. I successfully married into the Lorne family, too. As for Marissa, she was forced to marry the man my parents had originally picked out for me, who was infamous for being a domestic abuser. Her life had been filled with pain and beatings since then. I, on the other hand, lived a lavish and extremely comfortable life. As a high-society wife, I was also admired and envied by all. So, Marissa decided to run me over with her car. When I wake up again, I see Marissa secretly jotting down my online partner's contact number. That's how I find out she has gotten reborn as well. Haughtily, Marissa declares that she will rise to the ranks of the elite and crush me under her heel in this life. What she doesn't know is that the "elite heir" from the previous life is a gift I've painstakingly prepared for her.