The Medium Is The Message

My husband woke me at 2 AM, demanding I come to the hospital to operate on Ava Foster— his first love. When I arrived, Ava was lying ghostly pale in the hospital bed. The chart showed end-stage uremia; she desperately needed a kidney transplant. I explained that her condition was critical, and without a matching donor, there was nothing I could do. My husband mistook my professional assessment for jealousy. He slapped me hard across the face. "What kind of doctor are you?" he snarled. "Are you just going to let her die? Test more people until you find a match!" I rubbed my cheek and nodded calmly. "Actually, we already found one." "Your kidney is compatible with hers. You'll be the donor."

"I only dated you because I wanted to know how it feels being with a plus size"Tim had said to me, the night he took my innocence,5 year ago. "Tim what are you saying?"I had asked confused. This is the same man who confessed his love for me and entrapped my heart. "Do you think I will ever walk hand in hand with someone three times my size" He had replied bluntly. "You are not serious,are you?"I chuckled sadly , thinking maybe he was pulling my leg. He said nothing and left. But that is nothing compared to this day,it was supposed to be the best day of my life,as Nathan asked me the big question but since he don't know my size we both went to the jewelry store to get a ring. "If you ain't so far maybe the ring would've been your size"Nathan yelled out. I tried not to cry as everyone in the jewelry store fixed their eyes on me. "Sir,we have larger sizes to try"the jewelry store owner suggested. But the problem isn't the ring but me,he is done with me, and will dump me,any slightest chance. This is the fourth time yet I kept falling victim of this false love,now Mr Bruno?,who would've believed Mr Bruno,I maybe fat but not stupid. Beauty, a 24yrs old,a plus size ,low-esteem,timid and self-conscious lady, hated herself for her looks,found herself working in a fashion company,her dream job even though she doesn't fit into the beauty standard,she was the least rated worker. Bullied and bodyshamed even in her past toxic relationships, unintentionally stole the heart of Mr Bruno. Can Mr Bruno be really hers?,or is it another heartbreak story ?

Jaxson is the young alpha of the Autumn pack when it falls to another pack, lost the same day is the beta of the pack, his best friend. Alaska was the beta female of the Autumn pack, born to the beta family and her mate moved from his birth pack to become the beta. When Alaska's mate dies she wants to go with him. Jax helps Alaska through and they only have each other in the world with no pack and no where to go they struggle from rock bottom up and try and take back what was originally theirs and punish the traitors in the process. Through all the heart break, the hard work and the forces trying to pull them back down can Alaska and Jaxson make it through, can love blossom out of the friendship and reliance they share?

"What's your name?" He asked, making the managers go shut at once. They followed his gaze and it landed on Mallory. Mallory felt her soul being pierced. Did he just ask for her name? Her Wilder didn't even know her name? "Uh... her name is..." "Let her speak for herself, Arlo" Wilder raised his hand at his cousin who zipped up at once. Then, reluctantly, Mallory muttered: "I'm Mallory Harrington." Wilder said nothing, his gaze on her unreadable. Then, she asked. "Don't you... remember me?" "Am I... supposed to know you?" Wilder asked with an unfeigned doubt. This broke Mallory even more. How can her Wilder not recognize her? Her next breath came raggedly, she had to drop her teary gaze to the floor. "How can you not remember me?" She winced. "We were..." ********** What happens when Mallory goes to work one morning and discovers the new CEO who was the heir to the richest company was her ex-husband who had been missing for seven years? How does she tell him she used to be married to him and had been forced to divorce him when he went missing? How does she tell him she was still very much in love with him and wanted him back in her life, even if there was someone else? How does she tell him she had twins at home that looked like him? How does she tell him any of this when he couldn't recognize her and acted very cold towards her? What happened to her Wilder?

“Why do I feel like we've met before?” I stared at the young man standing before me, his eyes locked on mine. He tucked some loose strands of my hair behind my ears, his lips stretching into a cocky smirk, “where? In your wet dreams?” ~~~~ Selena has had the same dreams for a very long time—a young man thrusting a silver sword into her chest in a moment of weakness. She'd called it a dream, but after meeting this strange man in her college on an unfaithful day, her whole life takes the other direction. Dominic Lakes, a hot transfer student who's extremely good at playing hockey. He fights to suppress his Alpha aura with the humans around him, but with a particular girl—Selena—it felt like she could see through him with a single glance. What if they'd really met before? Not just in this lifetime but the one before? Would they uncover the truth before it's too late?

Aliyah is a werewolf hunter. During a mission, she was harmed by a teammate, so she fell into werewolf territory. She became the slave of Charles, the strong werewolf at the moment. But he is also the most ruthless werewolf. Aliyah ran away several times and was recaptured. After many events, Aliyah discovers that she is not just an ordinary person; it seems her body also flows the vital blood of Alpha. Will Aliyah find out her identity? Standing between humans and werewolves, which side will Aliyah choose? Can she and Charles get together?

In the third year of my marriage, I endure a full day of painful labor to give birth to my first child. However, my husband steals the baby to give to his true love. I try my damnedest to stop him, but all I get is a barrage of insults. "It's just a baby! I'm the one who planted the seed, so I get to decide who gets the fruit!" I'm overwhelmed by grief as I watch my husband leave. However, he shares a happy post on his social media. "Mother and daughter are safe." His true love comments, "Thank you for giving me a child, Jaspie. I'll be the happiest woman in the world with you two by my side." Clueless friends bless them and wish them well. I silently comment, "Give me back my child." All I get is another round of insults. Then, I'm blocked. I don't want to endure this anymore. I hire a lawyer to draft divorce papers before making a police report. "Officer, I want to report my husband for child trafficking."

Even though I was the one who broke my ribs in the car accident, my boyfriend Jared decided to take care of his drunk ex-girlfriend instead. When I called to ask him to spend time with me in the hospital, he berated me. “Why are you so clingy? Can’t you tell that Isabelle needs me right now? “You’re a nurse, aren’t you? What, you can’t even take care of yourself now?” Heartbroken, I suggested we break up, only to be met with anger. “I was going to propose to you, you know? Considering how influential my family business is, I need to make sure I choose my wife wisely. “Today was a test to see if you have what it takes to be the next Mrs. Carter. I thought you would be independent and selfless. I expect my future wife to have my back no matter what. “Look at yourself now. You can’t even take care of yourself over something so insignificant! I’m disappointed, Charmaine.” The next day, he posted a picture of himself and his ex-girlfriend on social media. The image’s caption was targeted at me: [You’d better think twice and apologize, Charmaine, or I’ll just date someone else.] I did not apologize. I had had enough of him, so I left the city. Three years later, I saw him again in the lobby of the Financial Tower. I was wearing a heavy onesie costume and sporting a full face of cosplay makeup, while he was wearing an expensive suit and had Isabelle hanging delicately from his arm. He recognized me immediately and laughed. “I knew you never moved on from me, Charmaine! Does it hurt to know I’ll be marrying someone else? “That’s what you’re doing here, right? You’re trying to cosplay as my favorite Marvel character to get my attention. “Maybe I’ll consider taking you back if you kneel and apologize.” I did not deign to reply. I had indeed loved him once upon a time, but today was my son’s birthday, and the cosplay was my surprise for him...

Connor's missing first love was found. When he received the police call, he lost his composure and rushed out of the office, forgetting to grab his jacket from the chair. The business partners he was discussing a new collaboration with were stunned, all of them unconsciously looking at Anne. "It's fine, continue," Anne withdrew her gaze from following Connor, offering a poised smile as she smoothly took over his unfinished words. "Regarding the investment in the new project..." An hour later, Anne personally saw off the business partners. She returned to her office, picked up her phone, and saw that there were no messages from Connor. Anne called Connor. After a few rings, the call was answered, but it was a girl's voice on the other end.

“You love the way I touch you, don’t you, kitten? You can’t hide it. Tell me to stop, and I will do that immediately?” I couldn’t say anything; I was a complete wreck of nerves. He inched his face closer, and I arched my back so that it pushed my chest towards him.  I couldn’t control myself. I just wanted him to touch me. Needed him to touch me.   “Do you still think that this is a mistake?” He asked, his lips curved in a teasing smirk.  However, I was far too gone to argue.  “I’m not going to touch you until you beg me.” He stepped even closer. “Now, kitten, do you still think that this is a mistake?” *** *** *** **** In one single day, my entire life is turned upside down when Dad is brought back to the pack, lifeless and dead in every way. However, the last thing I would have expected was my mother to show up on our doorstep after thirteen years to take me in. Or maybe not, because nothing else can beat the insane attraction that I feel to this man. This man walking down the stairs and looking every bit like some Greek god of seduction. “Olivia, my husband, André.” Wait… He’s my stepfather?