Surreal In A Sentence

I suspected my husband was a detached ascetic. Every night, he'd skip to the backyard, muttering prayers under the stars instead of sharing our bed. When I slipped into something slinky, he'd frown and clutch his prayer beads like a lifeline. Now I was done with the cold shoulder, slapping a divorce agreement in his hands. That was when his thoughts started leaking into my head. "She touched me. Her hands are like silk. I'm dying to kiss her. When is she gonna be okay with me being a snake? I just want to cuddle her." "A snake?" I thought. "Does that mean he's packing two things? I have to find out." I leered at his chiseled frame, practically drooling. Before divorcing, I needed to test his things and my limits. I tripped purposefully and fell onto his toned pecs, ready to test the waters. "Whoops!" I gasped, setting the stage.

In a world where family ties and business deals are intertwined, Ivy Smith finds herself trapped in a nightmare. Her father's company is struggling, and the only way to save it is by forming an alliance with the powerful Blackwood family. The cost? Ivy's hand in marriage to Victor Blackwood, a ruthless and cunning man with a reputation for getting what he wants, no matter the cost. Ivy is devastated. She's always been a strong-willed and independent person, and the thought of being tied to someone like Victor is unbearable. But her family's situation is dire, and she feels she has no choice but to accept the arrangement. As the wedding preparations begin, Ivy's brothers - Ethan, Lucas, and Julian - are fiercely protective of her. They know Victor's true nature and are determined to keep her safe. But they're also bound by the agreement, and their hands are tied. Victor, on the other hand, is determined to break Ivy's spirit. He's cruel, manipulative, and has a hidden agenda. He sees Ivy as a trophy, a way to solidify his family's power and control. And he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants. As Ivy navigates her new reality, she must find a way to survive Victor's abuse and manipulation. She's trapped in a gilded cage, with no escape in sight. But she's determined to fight back, to find a way out of this nightmare and take control of her own destiny. The story is a dark, twisted tale of love, family, and power. It's a tale of survival and rebellion, of one woman's fight against the forces that seek to control her. Will Ivy find a way to escape Victor's clutches, or will she be forever trapped in this living hell?

My husband, Gabriel Buckner, and I had been married for three years. I'd gotten pregnant twice, but I'd lost both babies. It was all because of my in-laws' parrot that could talk. The first time I got pregnant and went to their house, the parrot stared at my belly and kept repeating, "Get rid of the baby! Get rid of the baby!" The second time, the same thing happened. It looked right at my stomach and said the same words. I thought it was just nonsense, but to my shock, my in-laws actually took the parrot seriously and forced me to end the pregnancy. I even showed them the prenatal checkup report from my doctor to prove that the baby was perfectly healthy and begged them not to do it. But they dragged me to the hospital anyway and made me have an abortion on the spot. When I got pregnant a third time, I wanted to be extra cautious. I went straight for an amniocentesis. The report confirmed the baby was healthy and even showed a 99.9% DNA match with Gabriel's. I thought everything would be fine this time. But as soon as the parrot saw me again, it repeated the same words—"Get rid of the baby." And just like before, the Buckners immediately tried to drag me to the hospital. I couldn't understand it. The baby was perfectly healthy, and the DNA report proved it was Gabriel's child. So why would they rather believe a parrot and insist that I get rid of the baby?

Salma’s life seemed perfect—engaged to Juan, a man who could offer her safety and stability. But when Vito, a dangerous and magnetic mafia boss, steps back into her life, everything changes. Vito’s presence ignites a fire in Salma she hasn’t felt in years, a passion so fierce it consumes her. Caught between two men—one offering love and security, the other thrilling danger and wild desire—Salma is torn. Vito’s dark world lures her in, intoxicating her senses, while Juan clings to her, desperate to hold onto the woman he loves. As tensions rise and secrets come to light, Salma must decide which man she’ll surrender to—the one who makes her feel safe or the one who makes her feel alive. But in a world of power and betrayal, every choice comes with a deadly price.

Neera Miller is a sharp-tongued criminal lawyer with one rule: never defend the monsters who tore her world apart. But when a mysterious client drags her into the orbit of Keiran Renzaro—the most feared mafia lord in the city and the very symbol of the life that ruined hers—she finds herself bound to him by a case that runs deeper than the law. As desire clashes with vengeance, and truths are revealed layer by painful layer, Neera must decide if she can be with the man who might be responsible for everything she’s tried to forget. In a game where the lines between justice and crime blur, can she survive falling for the devil himself?

Sarah Montreal has only one dream, and that is her mother to love her back and consider her as her daughter. But things went wore when her mother banished her and let her live with her dad and it's new lover. But still, in the end of the day, she came back her real home.

Mr. Rajendra Singh Chauhan got his darling granddaughter and the only heir of the Chouhan family, Krishika Chauhan, married to a lowly worker of his office knowing that Krishika will never be able to adjust in a middle class family. After all, what became such a compulsion due to which Rajendra Singh Chauhan had to get his granddaughter married to a lowly worker in his office.

“You're annoying. I can't even spank you. Get up.” “Do it.” I was dying to be manhandled by this man. “I can't. You don't want that and when we finish, you'll hate me. Get up." “Making decisions for me already as always?” I rolled my eyes. “Yes. Get. Up.” “No.” My anger reached boiling point. I did get up, but I reached for my pants instead. I'm leaving. “Oh no you don't. Come here.” He grabbed me, then pushed me to the wall. My wrists were suddenly above my head, My chest rose and fell erratically in anticipation. My face was against the wall and I had my back to him. “You want to be treated like a whore. okay. I'll fuck you so good, you'll never ask for it again. If you cry to me, I'll send you to Selena.” I breathed hard. “Accepted?” “Fuck you, Varce Bosta.” I spat, and I already knew the asshole was grinning even though I couldn't see his face. “That's it baby.” Then he pushed in, hard and deep. I saw stars. …… I infiltrated a biker den, disguised as a boy to kill the man that killed my mom. I'm her second daughter, and now the heir to my mother's wealth since my sister is also missing, presumed dead. Turns out he suddenly lost his memories and he was also the hot stranger I had a one night stand with, the same night my mother got assassinated. He gave the orders to kill her. I planned to put a bullet through his head, but I couldn't let him die guiltless with lost memories. I'll stick around till he regains it. What I didn't expect was to fall for him and the sinful orgasms he gave me when he found out my true identity.

Nova Creed is running for her life from a marriage alliance to an Alpha twice her age, one with more enemies than morals. And when her twin brother Leo is deemed missing under suspicious circumstances, Nova does the unthinkable. She cuts her hair, steals his identity, and enrolls in the brutal academy where he was last seen. She claims she can feel the fact that her brother is dead. Everyone at home believes she’s making things up. Nova knows better. She’s here for answers. Revenge. Closure. But what she didn’t plan for was him. Rhydar Kane. Leo’s former best friend. His coldest rival. His possible killer. And now… her roommate. Rhydar’s wolf is restless and aggressive, drawn to “Leo” in ways that make no sense. But then, the bond kicks in and the truth starts coming to light. Nova Creed shouldn’t be here. Not at the Alpha Academy. Not in Dorm 314. And definitely not in Rhydar Kane’s bed.

I’m the heroine in an erotic story. My specialty? Turning anything hot or cold into something steamy. On the first day I landed in a horror game, the boss told everyone to choose how they wanted to die. I smiled and said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.” Boss: “???”