The Body Flicker

Conrad Galvan ruined Beatrix Lucena's life when he forced her to become a captive wife With a single stare, he claimed her and forced her to become his. In his own bed she ruined her! Her body is his. To do whatever he wants. Anywhere he wants. Whenever he wants to. At the altar, Conrad promised her that she would be loved and protected. In private, he makes her do things that are against her will. But what can she do? She is one of his toys. He owns her. Night after night, she surrenders her body to the longings of the cruel Mafia Lord. Her suffering and pain were Conrad's joy and pleasure. He took over her body and continued to crush her heart. All she wanted was to escape from the claws of him buried in her whole being. But worse, Conrad's cruelty to her resulted, she was carrying his baby, and it's growing in her womb!

On the third day after my death, my body was sent to the police station in different packages. Jonathan Walsh, my husband, and Frank Stone, my junior at work, saw my corpse and frowned. “If only Elena were here, she would have been able to find some clues.” Frank sighed as he stared at my horribly mangled remains. “Don’t mention her. She’s not even worthy of being a forensic scientist!” I stared at my husband with a conflicted look. He analyzed each part of my body and deduced the manner of my death with familiar ease. “The murderer is a monster…” Frank’s face turned pale, and he sighed again. Jonathan calmly used all that I had taught him and perfectly pieced out the entire process of my death based on the clues from my dismembered body. I could not help but feel proud. Unfortunately, he was still a little off the mark. He did not manage to figure out that this body belonged to me, his wife.

“ Fuck the rules, Diana!” He snapped. “ Everyone knows the prophecy about you. You will never have a mate. That is your destiny. Besides, isn't that one of the reason we got together?” My heart sank when he mentioned the prophecy and I couldn't help the sting in my eyes and the pang I felt in my heart.“ We’ve been together for months now, and you were not convinced that it is appropriate for me to touch you and do things to your body?” He sneered and took an intimidating step forward, bridging the gap between us. At this point, I could feel his breath on my face, my heart palpitating in my chest. Something just doesn’t seem right.I feel my body temperature rising, heat emitting from my body, and sweat breaking out of my skin.“ I know you want me, Diana.” He coerced and tilted my chin upward with his gaze boring into my eyes.“ It’s all over you,”

"This is the body donation agreement, Mr. Lewis. Please sign here." Joel Lewis looks at the paper before him. His hand trembles as he grips a pen. The other party can sense his hesitance. They say considerately, "Body donation is a big thing, and it's normal for people to change their minds at the last minute. You can go home and discuss this with your family—" "I've already signed it." Joel smiles bitterly. "Family" is a term that's beyond him. There's no longer any space in his wife's heart for him, after all.

I stared wide-eyed at the body in front of me. A girl. She was probably at seventeen years old wearing a school uniform. Like what I wear. Her body is contorted in an angle I couldn't quite describe but I know would be painful. Her face is covered with her long dry hair and her own blood. The thing that made me wide-eyed is.... I am that girl. ******************* This is the story of a wandering ghost as she also met one. And the two fell in love... The story and ideas is my own~ Don't plagiarize~ Enjoy!

Roxanne Harrington, a College junior with one goal in mind, to slut out her professor. She has always had everything she ever wanted as the daughter to the most powerful family in all of Maine and beyond. Unfortunately for Roxanne, Professor Vaughn Walker is a sucker for love. Despite his devilishly handsome face and the body sculpted by the gods, he believes his body should be shared with someone he loves. Will this stop Roxanne who does not believe in love? Or Will Professor Vaughn cave into his immoral feelings for his student?

I'm going to die. In the eyes of the underworld, I was a sinner. My death would be a final, cursed dishonor. But even with the Ricci family in ruins, I was still the noble Principessa. The Ricci pride in my blood would not allow my body to fall into the hands of a rival Family. Humiliation. Desecration. Photographs flaunted for all to see. I didn't much care if my body became a trophy to celebrate their victory. But if the world knew the last of the Ricci bloodline had become a plaything for our enemies, it would be a disgrace to the entire Family. After weighing my options, I dragged my broken body to the turf of my ex-boyfriend, the man I'd left seven years ago, now the Don of the Falcone family. "After I die, I need you to handle my body." He was silent for a long moment, then let out a cold laugh. "Of course. I'll sink you in the Hudson River with a tombstone tied to your feet, engraved with the name of your filthy family."

After six years of bloodshed, the emperor returns. With this strong body of mine, I can defeat ruffians. I can protect damsels...

Three year after my death, my former mate returned— not to mourn me, but to make use of me one last time. It was the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year—the night when wolves whispered to the dead. “Where’s Mira Thorne?” Rowan demanded as he strode downstairs into the tavern beneath the den. “Her lived here—Gavin’s sister. I need to find her.” Dorian, the tavern keeper, glanced up slowly. “Mira?” he repeated, wiping his hands on a cloth. “She’s gone, Doctor. Died three winters ago. Same night the Moon rose red.” Rowan’s brows knit. “Dead? That’s impossible. There’s no record.” Dorian’s voice softened. “The family from that healing case—remember them? They found her in the alley behind this inn. Tore her apart before dawn. The healers couldn’t even retrieve her wolf.” Rowan froze, a flicker of disbelief passing across his face before irritation took over. “No. She’s pretending. She’s doing this to make me feel guilty.” he said sharply. “She’s hiding. She always was weak. Tell her if her doesn’t come out within three days, I’ll stop sending money for brother’s treatment.” He turned abruptly and left, the tavern door slamming behind him. Dorian sighed after him., shaking his head. “brother? Her brother died before the healers even arrived… there was never any money for treatment.” The silence that followed was heavier than snow. Dorian watched the falling snow and murmured to the empty air, “No one pretends death, Doctor. Not when they’ve already lost everything.”

I slid under his arms, seeking a safe place to catch my breath. I noticed a playful smile on his lips, but I chose to ignore it. "Will the transformation hurt?" I lowered my gaze and whispered. "First, your bones start to break, sending you to the ground," his eyes were closed. "Then, thick fur will grow all over your body. The limb stretching, I think that's the most thrilling part of the pain." The Alpha teased with a flicker of his tongue before continuing. "Next comes the shortening of the snout and the development of sharp claws and fangs." "Will I become irrational?" I covered my mouth, trying to control the knot that had formed in my throat. "How do you control it?" Laughing, he had already reached me and pulled me close, digging his claws not too deeply into my hip, causing a painful moan. "It takes strength, training, and having the goddess on your side, human..." He withdrew his claws, leaving only a long scratch, and returned to my chin, scratching it and collecting a drop of blood. He licked it and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be here throughout your trial..." "To make sure I die?" With tears in my eyes, I took a few more steps towards his dangerous game, realizing that his breathing was slightly heavier. "You remind me a lot of her," he murmured, pressing his forehead against mine. "To ensure your transformation doesn't get out of control and to witness the deity's choice." With more pressure on my forehead, he forced me to take a few steps back in pain.