Sob Cry

Night Stalker Series 1 It all started with a hit on my face. You see, I’m rich, a club owner and women fill in line to have a little taste of me. Until a certain devastatingly gorgeous brunette shows me that I won’t always get what I want. She challenges me that no woman ever did. The fact that she’s off-limits, I should have stopped with my little games, but I took things too far. Eventually, she becomes my addiction. I start to feel something—something so deep that I’ve never felt before, but I just couldn’t help myself. One night with her is not enough. I need to have her again. He’s an arrogant, narcissistic, and condescending SOB who gets under my skin. There's no denying that he’s attractive. But things have to change now—he shouldn’t always get what he wants because he says so. I also can't deny the fact that I’m deeply drawn to him. I start to feel something that scares me. So I give in and one thing leads to another. Until I realize that despite being a pretty face playboy, Pyke has flaws with a huge heart that capable of caring for someone like me.

Before my wedding, my vision which I lost after saving Bruce unexpectedly returned. Overjoyed, I hurried to share the wonderful news with him, but as I stepped into the living room, I froze. Bruce and my cousin, Kerry, were in a passionate embrace. "Bruce, the baby is perfectly healthy now. The doctor said we can sleep together again! Why don't we do it right here in the living room? Also, isn't it thrilling to do it here while Nancy is asleep in her room?" "Shut up! Don't joke about my wife like that!" Bruce snapped at her, but his reprimand was accompanied by a kiss. I stood there, watching in shock as their movements grew more intense and their breathing became heavier. Only then did I piece it all together. Their sudden shared enthusiasm for indoor workouts six months ago wasn't about fitness at all. Covering my mouth to stifle a sob, I turned back to my room and shut the door. I decided then and there: Bruce didn't need to know I had recovered. Reaching for my phone, I dialed my mother. "Mom, I'm not marrying Bruce anymore. I'll marry the comatose heir of the Blakes instead. I don't need Bruce in my life."

"Whose child is this?" His voice was cold and icy, blood shot eyes drilling holes in her watery ones. Scared, she cowered back only for her back to met the wall. A sob of pure horror left her parched throat, her hands lifting up to shield her already bruised face. "I asked," He stepped dangerously closer to her, his hot breath fanning the back of her hands. His sandalwood scent which used to calm her nerves in past, today did nothing other than heightening her fear. "Whose." His rough hands yanked her soft ones from her face, before clasping her jaw tightly, his fingers digging in her bruised skin making her wince. "Child" He whispered deadly, leaning down till his stern lips were brushing over her quivering ones. Tears after tears dripped down her cheeks. "Is in your stomach?" His already tight hold had tightened in bruising manner, making her flinch hard. Her head began to spin in fright, darkness invading her vision. Her heart pleading for some miracle. That wasn't the first question, her husband was supposed to ask her on her wedding night.

I plan a family trip at my mother Lucia Sweeney's request. While avoiding the danger zones, my sister Linda Harper and I are ambushed by rogues. To protect her, I throw myself in the path of their claws and get driven into a silver mine. As I fall, my back is slashed open to the bone, and shards of silver embed deep into my right leg. The searing silver poison spreads quickly, burning through me and my wolf. My wolf is whimpering—she's close to death. However, as the pack's chief healer, Mom gathers all the healers around Linda to give her a full check-up over a few minor scrapes. I sob and beg her to save me first. "Mom, the poison has almost reached my heart. I can't hold on anymore." She turns around impatiently and yells, "Are you seriously still fighting with Linda now? Do you have any idea how close she came to getting clawed in the face by a silver claw? Our pack doesn't have a wolf as heartless as you!" And in that moment, I hear my wolf's final whimper, saying goodbye. I finally fall asleep in the cold wind, never waking up again.

“Say my name, baby. Tell me who this pus sy belongs to.” “Damian…” she moaned softly as I curled my fingers, hitting her just right. “Louder.” “DAMIAN!” Inside the bathroom, Henry let out a wrecked sob, as if her screaming my name had just carved his heart out all over again. Perfect. I pulled my fingers out, brought them to my mouth, and licked them clean while she watched over her shoulder, her eyes glazed. Then I dropped to my knees like a man ready to worship his god. Because yes, I would worship this pus sy like it was my god. **** After sacrificing her legs and her freedom to save a stranger, Cindy Hart becomes the crippled wife of a man who only loved her out of guilt. When he brings his ex into their home and throws Cindy aside, she decides she is done being the victim. With her billionaire identity hidden and her brother’s dangerously hot best friend pretending to be her lover, Cindy begins her revenge. But when the lines between fake and real blur with the playboy she once rejected, Cindy finds herself fighting not just for power but for a love she never saw coming.

— Senhorita Elara, isto confirma o acordo para a sua "morte forjada". Em duas semanas, durante a cerimônia de coroação da Luna, sua morte será forjada. — Você cairá nas corredeiras, e a causa será envenenamento por acônito. Após ser abandonada novamente pelo meu companheiro Alfa, Aiden, sob o pretexto de resolver "assuntos urgentes da alcateia", encontrei um renegado no mercado negro e assinei, sem a menor hesitação, um contrato para encenar minha própria morte. Todo o universo dos lobisomens acreditava que o Alfa Aiden era perdidamente apaixonado por mim. E ele certamente sabia interpretar esse papel, nunca deixava de beijar minha testa toda vez que partia. Mas só eu sabia que, na trigésima nona vez que ele me beijou, também havia passado a noite embriagado nos braços da modelo Ômega, Cassia. Mas nada disso importava mais. Ele era um Alfa corrompido, e eu estava farta dele. Na coroação que ele mais prezava, eu garantiria que ele recebesse o mais perfeito cadáver de todos.

“I, Logan Miller, Alpha King of Crystal Fall Pack along with the majority of the elders in the present. Have agreed to reject you, Seraphim Breckinridge as my mate and Luna Queen of this pack...” He growls in a low voice. “...renounce your title as the Luna.” What was worse than death itself? It was knowing no one would miss you or cry that you’re gone and my death was a favor to everyone I ever knew. My fated mate, my step-sister, and my pack. This was exactly how I felt the day I died, everything had been for nothing. Why was I murdered by my mate? From the title of my tale, you know that I am a hybrid wolf daughter of an Alpha King and my name is. Seraphim... Deceived, betrayed, and murdered by those she deeply trusts. Her dying wish was a second chance to love and change her fate and get back at the people who killed her. What will happen when the moon goddess decided to grant the last wish of a dying Luna? Would she find the love she deserves, a second chance to love but with someone else other than her fated mate? Follow Seraphim’s journey and find out what happened in her second chance at life. This time will she succeed?

My name is Regina Chavez. The first time Carter Gresham cheats, he falls to his knees before me, slapping himself in shame. The tenth time I catch him, he smiles and tries to comfort me. "Once I get my heart back on course, I'll come back to the family." The 20th time, his patience snaps. He yanks my hand away and throws a divorce agreement in my face. I tear the papers to shreds and spend the night destroying everything in the house. By the 30th time, Carter simply sends a signed divorce agreement. In a desperate bid to make him come back, I threaten to cut my wrists. But even as my blood pools across the floor, no one seems to care. When I wake up, his friends are gathered around me, telling me to get a divorce. "Haven't you already spent years building a life with Carter?" "He's already dealing with enough because of your depression. His seeing someone else isn't the end of the world. Do you really need to cry and threaten to kill yourself over it?" Without thinking twice, I find myself signing the divorce papers. The following day, I quietly schedule an abortion, keeping it a secret from everyone. I'm done waiting for Carter to come back.

Years ago, I, Ella Marin, became the wife of Andrew Lorenzo, the underboss of the Lorenzo family. Sadly, my last three years were spent in prison after I caused a fatal car accident. I heard plenty of “good news” about my husband while I did my time. Andrew had officially taken over the Lorenzo family once the Don had stepped down. He then spent a fortune on a woman called Rose Gunfire and was rumored to have had a one-night stand with a rival. He was also seen acting intimately with Sophia, the Principessa of the Rossi family, and private photos of them kept appearing online. When the underboss came to warn me about Andrew, I remained calm. “The Don says that as long as you don’t cry or make a scene, you’ll still have a place in the Lorenzo family after your release.” I replied quietly, “So he has women on the side. I can handle that.” Three days before that, the church’s hospital had called to tell me that my mother was terminally ill. Since the Lorenzo family could help find a kidney donor, I agreed to a marriage in name only. All for my mother’s sake.

My name is Isabella Wright. In my fifth year of marriage to the Don of a powerful mafia family, I find out that the protection charm he gave me causes me headaches whenever I bring it with me. I take out the sachet I find in the charm and bring it to Cursley Hospital. The doctor inspects the sachet and tells me that it contains a type of slow-acting poison that doesn't just cause harm to the victim's body but also renders them infertile after a while. I cry and exclaim, "But that's impossible! My husband gave this to me! His name is Vincenzo Cursley. He's also the person who owns this hospital!" The doctor looks at me in confusion. "Miss, I think you need to visit the psychiatrist. I know Mr. Cursley and his wife. They're very close and intimate with each other. Also, Mrs. Cursley just gave birth to a baby boy not too long ago. They're both now in the VIP ward, looking at their baby." Then, the doctor shows me a photo on his phone. Vincenzo was wearing his usual black suit with the Cursley family emblem embroidered on it. He was holding a baby in his arms, and as for the woman standing next to him… I know her. Her name is Claudia Henderson. And Vincenzo has always referred to her as his adoptive sister.