The S Classes That I Raised (the S Classes Monsters That I Raised)

Quentin Quandt—Shane Fuchner's uncle—killed himself. After he died, someone found a drawer stuffed with unsent love letters. Every single one had my name on it. So when life hit rewind and Mom asked if I wanted to marry Shane, my childhood friend, I said no. I picked Quentin. Here's the thing—I got reborn. Last time, I chose Shane. Huge mistake. He was hardly ever home after we got married. And when I started bleeding from a miscarriage, he ditched me because Ceryn Schuck—his first love—texted, [The power's out and I'm scared.] He didn't even hesitate. I died that night. So did the baby. And Shane? He didn't cry. Just whined that my death ruined his vacation plans with her. Then I woke up—right back at the moment Mom asked who I wanted to marry...

He owns the night of this city, so he should also possess the most delicate white rose of the nation, Serena, a girl nurtured by love and art, his pure prey. Even though his brother also desires Serena, he’s certain she’ll never escape the palm of his hand. But is that really the case? Because Serena came for one purpose; to destroy this ruthless mafia king. Who is the real prey?

Her silky hair was a mess. Her makeup, ruined. Her dress wrinkled like she slept on it. She was there, but her mind, elsewhere. Her eyes went to me. Her lips curled into a lazy smile. In every step she gave, my heart sank thinking she would fall. “What happened to you? Are you okay?” I rushed towards her. Her face twisted with disgust. “Oh, perfect Bella. The golden girl. Always correct. Always the best.” “What…” “Perfect Bella. Has the best grades. She doesn't have to fight to get into college, colleges fight over her.” “Emma, you are drunk.” “Perfect Bella doesn't drink. She is as pure as water. Saint Bella.” Her eyes glinted. “Perfect Bella doesn't sleep with her best friend's husband.” My body froze as a wave of chill ran through my spine. “What… what are you talking about?” She leaned in, her breath thick with alcohol, “Where do you think Marcus is? Why do you think I can barely walk straight? Is it hard to believe he took me and not you to that bad that was supposed to be yours?” My heart clenched. Tears started forming in my eyes. It didn't take long till they gave up to gravity. He… he didn't. We'd promised this morning. He couldn't. “He wouldn't.” ***** It's been a year, but the scars are still there. My past echoing in my head reminding me of everything that happened since that day. Every time I open my eyes in the morning to see... nothing. “You only get hurt by the ones you love the most.” “You only get betrayed by the ones you trust the most.” What happens when these two misbeliefs collide? ***** I hope I wrote this book good enough to make you feel it. Obrigada.☺️

My boyfriend gave me away to his arch-nemesis because he lost a bet. On the same night, I was driven to his arch-nemesis’ house. Before leaving, he expressed remorse, “Anya, just bear with it for a bit. I will come to pick you up in a month.” That night, the man pinned me to the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt. As he traced his cold fingertips against my collarbone, he said, deep and seductively, “So that’s the scumbag you fell for? Why don’t you be with me instead? I can give you everything you want.” I leaned forward and kissed him right away. “Sure.”

The next thing she knew was that she was slung on his muscular shoulder. She thrashed her legs, but he carried her as if she weighed no more than a bag of feathers. "Caelum please!" She begged him but he ignored her as he walked through the corridors and into the bedroom. And threw her on the bed. While she was busy recovering her breath, he threw his coat on the floor and started unbuttoning his shirt. "W-what are y-you doing?" she asked. Her face paler than paper. "Exactly what married couples do, love." He said dropping the shirt on the floor, His voice so full of viciousness that she almost choked on them. She dragged herself back on the bed sobbing, "no.." He grabbed her legs and pulled her towards himself. He crawled on top of her. He looked into her terrified eyes and whispered, "You make me do terrible things, my dear Rose." He wiped a stray tear from her chin before grabbing it. "I will bruise your lip and scar your knees and love you too hard.." he brushed his lips on hers, "I will destroy you. And when I leave, You will finally understand why storms are named after humans." ........................... Rosette never had an easy life, and after the death of her mother, when she thought things couldn't get worse, her life started going fully downhill. She was tortured beyond repair in her own house. She could only dream of being loved. She dreamed of getting married and finally breaking free from all these cages, but fate had other plans for her. Her life going totally downhill, turned upside down when she was married to the biggest business tycoon in the city. Will this marriage totally wreck her? Would she ever be able to break free?..

Laura Thompson watched her marriage crumble when her husband abruptly asked for a divorce. She had always suspected that he never truly loved her, but she had decided to win him over gradually. However, everything fell apart when her husband's ex girlfriend reentered his life and persuaded him to leave Laura. Completely disheartened after putting so much effort into a marriage that ended in failure, Laura decided to agree to the divorce and start her life anew in an uncertain place. However, Jason Davies realizes that he made a mistake by separating from Laura due to his ex girlfriend's influence. He now recognizes that he loves Laura, even though he didn't realize it before. Jason intends to reunite with Laura and win her back. The lingering question is whether Laura will forgive Jason and return to him after being hurt so deeply by him.

“This marriage is nothing but a farce. The sooner you know that, the better.” “I despise you, printsessa.” “And I despise you even more.” ********** Anastasya Volkov's life is turned upside down when she has to marry the young don of the Italian cosa nostra, Massimo De Luca, a man she despises with all her heart. Massimo, a man who isn't used to letting women into his heart, also loathes the idea of having a woman so close to him. However, they have to come together to form a strong alliance between their families. In the midst of their mutual dislike for each other, the seeds of attraction starts to bloom. But a series of unexpected events start to occur, will their new found love thrive? Or will they be crushed by the weight of the lies and betrayal that surrounds them?

️21+ sesuaikan usia kamu sebelum membaca tulisanku yang pasti bukan untuk anak remaja apa lagi anak kecil."Vanilla, kau tahu apa yang kau lakukan?" "Tentu saja aku tahu." Ia menggesekkan area sensitifnya di benda berotot milik Nick. Bibirnya mengulas senyum penuh kemenangan yang terkesan jail. "Jangan salahkan aku jika... argh!" Nick menggeram, putus asa. "Fuck off!" "Jika apa?" "Jika benda itu tidak sengaja masuk, kau tahu itu risikonya, Vanilla," geram Nick jengkal karena Vanilla semakin menggodanya. Gadis itu terasa lembut, licin, dan hangat, Nick bisa merasakannya. Vanilla semakin menggoda Nick, menggesekkannya dengan lembut sambil mengerang dan menciumi sudut bibir bibir Nick berulang-ulang. "Nick... aku... sepertinya berubah pikiran."Nick mengatur napasnya. "Vanilla, jika kau terus bergerak ada kemungkinan benda itu akan tersesat masuk ke dalam." "Dia tidak akan tersesat kecuali kau menuntunnya." "Vanilla, it's not fucking jokes."

Extremely crazy and confusing night, she was slept by her stepfather's son. Her young and tender daughter's body blossomed underneath him, being watched carefully and desecrated with abandon, so shy that she couldn't help herself. He is a powerful and domineering CEO, arrogant and unrivaled in authority. With his cold and aloof demeanor, he impulsively confines the daughter of his stepmother, gradually developing the habit of protecting her and nurturing an obsession to dote on her. The deep-seated infatuation leaves her with no escape. He says, "I allow you to be willful, but you must be willful within the limits I set. When you gave yourself to me as a birthday gift, you became mine for life! From head to toe, you are all mine!"

On the way to the airport, a Valterra tried to cut me off. After overtaking, he kept blocking my way. Since I was running late and did not want trouble, I chose to tolerate it. However, my tolerance only made him even more aggressive. In less than a hundred meters, he cut me off five times. I could not take it anymore and decided to call the police. But as I was reading his license plate to the officer, I snapped and slammed my foot on the gas. Blood rushed to my face when I realized that this Valterra was the birthday present my wife had asked me for just last week.