Sue Clearwater Twilight

Una mujer madura, con una figura envidiable y curveada, vino a buscarme para una consulta. Ya dentro del consultorio, se acomodó de espaldas sobre la camilla. Sin dudarlo, se levantó la falda y me suplicó que le hiciera una revisión completa. En cuanto terminé de ajustarme los guantes médicos, ella se movió hacia mí con urgencia. —Ayúdame, por favor... rápido, te lo ruego.

During the pandemic, to earn more money to pay my bills, I went back to my old part-time job as a blind masseur. However, I did not expect that on the top floor of the office building, there was a hidden special service being offered. My first customer when I went to the top floor to work was the beautiful CEO at my full-time job, Rosaline Dunne. She requested a special massage from me…

Renací. Volví a los 18 años, justo antes del examen de admisión a la universidad. Era el año en el que Diego Alonso más me amaba, y también el último. Porque ya había conocido a su verdadero amor, Valeria Reyes, la mujer por la que se enamoraría de verdad. Por ella, fue capaz de todo, al punto de que me pidió ser su novia, solo para distraerme de mis estudios. Así que en lugar de la universidad de élite en la que hubiera podido entrar, terminé en una simplemente ordinaria. Hasta fingió un accidente para retenerme y que me perdiera el concurso; todo para que Valeria ganara esa medalla de oro. En otra ocasión, cuando Valeria perdió mucha sangre, él me manipuló para que donara una cantidad excesiva. Esto arruinó mi salud para siempre, dejándome con dificultades para quedar embarazada. Al final, Diego se vio forzado a casarse conmigo, pero pasaba los días sumido en la depresión, obsesionado con las fotos de su amor. El día que supo que Valeria se casaba, me abandonó sin piedad y se quitó la vida por amor. En esta vida, por fin estoy despierta. No volveré a amarlo. Solo quiero ser egoísta, y amar únicamente a mí misma. Entonces cuando Diego me preguntó con arrogancia: —Renata, ¿quieres ser mi novia? Yo, tranquilamente, negué con la cabeza. —No.

When I'm seven years old, my dad turns me in to the Court Judgment of the Born Wicked because of my tendency to vomit. If I'm found guilty, my blood ties with my dad will be forcibly severed. Then, I'll be sent to prison. Everyone claims that Dad is just making a fuss over nothing. "Your daughter is still so young, so it's natural for her to fall ill. As a father, you should be more considerate toward her." But when the evidence is shown, everyone clamps up immediately. There was once when Dad drank so much to the point he suffered from gastric bleeding. The business contract that he managed to convince his client to sign was all soiled because I vomited on him as soon as he got home. Thanks to me, the contract was voided. Dad got fired on the spot. During Bryce Fuller, my older brother's birthday, I vomited onto his birthday cake in front of his classmates. Because of that, Bryce was isolated by all of his classmates. He became so depressed that he tried to slit his wrist in an attempt to take his own life. I'll keep vomiting everywhere, be it at the dining table or on my bed. Dad and Bryce have to clean me up more than 30 times every day. They suffer greatly because of me. What angers everyone the most is that after I'm done vomiting, I'll laugh at everyone in a provocative manner. The judge gives his verdict instantly, claiming that I'm wicked by nature. Bryce's eyes redden immediately. As he cries, he tells me that he can't bear to see me leaving him. I never shed any tears, nor do I throw a tantrum. Instead, I accept the judge's verdict calmly, but with a prerequisite condition that the judge finishes watching my memories. The judge is shocked, to say the least. "We'll have to crack your skull open in order to extract your memories. You'll be in a world of pain. Are you sure about that?" I nod in determination. But Bryce, on the other hand, looks alarmed. "I won't agree to that!"

The day cancer spread through my whole body, my family took me to court for being heartless and cruel. All because I refused to donate my kidney to the fake daughter, even though I was a perfect match. When they saw me lying in the coffin, my sister, who never liked me, said, “What a drama queen! Even got yourself a coffin this time.” Even my parents despised me and said, “If you want to die, at least cut out your kidney first and go die somewhere else. Don’t die in front of us and make us sick.” But later, when the memory extractor cut into my brain, it revealed all the times I had been tortured by that fake daughter over the years. The family that despised me went insane at that moment.

My stepson, Lucas Lincoln, is trapped in a fire. After calling the fire brigade, I quickly ring my husband, Jasper Lincoln. Jasper is the leader of a search-and-rescue team, after all. But to my dismay, Jasper is currently keeping his ex-wife, Yvonne Schmidt, company. Yvonne has won the "Forensic Doctor of the Year" award, and so they are out celebrating it. My phone calls are rejected again and again. Jasper never once calls me back, even after Lucas' cries for help disappear entirely. By the time the fire brigade arrives to quell the flames, Lucas has been burned to a crisp. I tell Jasper what happened to our son, but he only gleefully says, "He was nothing but a troublemaker who'd contribute nothing to society. If he's dead, then so be it. This way, he won't grow up to become a menace. "Yvonne happens to be giving a public talk tomorrow and is still in need of a specimen demonstrating burn injuries. She can use Noah's corpse for her demonstration since it's still fresh." I sneer. So Jasper thinks that my own son, Noah Green, is the one who died in the fire. I immediately send Lucas' blackened corpse to Yvonne's operating room.

Brought together by fate and a boy, Lucian and Halo battle the struggles of their everyday lives, and the bond between them that comes at a time most inopportune.

I slipped into a vegetative state because of an accident. For the next five years, my wife, Ella York, remains devoted to me. She turns down all of her admirers and has chosen to raise our child on her own. At the same time, she exhausts herself from taking care of me to the point that she suffers from stomach bleeding. Everyone advises her to find a new man to settle down with. But Ella exclaims in a choked-up tone, "I'll always be Zack's wife for as long as he lives!" When I miraculously wake up from my comatose state, the first thing I do is file for a divorce under the condition that Ella leaves this marriage without a cent to her name. All of my family, friends, and relatives are pissed off at me, to say the least. "You bastard! Ella has stayed by your side for the past five years! How dare you cast her out the moment you wake up!" As I gaze at Ella's tear-streaked face coldly, I say to everyone else, "Go ahead and check the security footage at my son's kindergarten. Then, you'll understand how Ella has taken care of me over the past five years."

My best friend’s father pinned me against the door and fucked me raw while his daughter stood two feet away on the other side and I came so hard I almost screamed his name. I know I shouldn’t want him. Chandler Callahan is twice my age, filthy rich, and completely off-limits. He’s the man who destroyed his own family, the man I should hate… but the second he growls “Who's Daddy's good girl?” my pussy gets soaked like it was made for him. He doesn’t just fuck me. He owns me. I used to be dry. Broken. Humiliated by every guy who tried. Now I’m dripping, desperate, and addicted to the one man who can actually make me wet. But secrets this filthy don’t stay hidden forever. And when the truth comes out, it’s going to ruin us both. So tell me… Is it my fault I have daddy issues… …or is it his for turning me into his perfect little slut?

Lydia is very, very good at her job. She has an uncanny ability to ask the right questions at the wrong time, and digging deep is exactly the skillset that makes her such a great journalist. When she digs a little too far into the life of Doctor Jared Huntington, exposing a background of extreme malpractice, she suddenly finds herself on the run and at the mercy of a private security firm, headed by the incredibly handsome-and dangerous- Ethan Daven. Spanning months and diving deep into a world of wealth and danger that she never imagined, this book follows Lydia’s journey as she fights to keep a low profile-and her sanity- in such close proximity to the most attractive and deadly man she’s ever met.