Three Rex Birthday Invitation

Ever since my mom gave birth to her second child, everything in the household is tied to drawing lots. Everyone has to draw lots in order to decide whose favorite food will be served for each meal. We have to draw lots to see who among us gets a hug from our parents. Every time, I end up drawing the short end of the stick, so everyone automatically assumes that my younger sister, Anabelle Madden, gets the better lot. She easily reaps my parents' love without having to do anything at all. Whenever I feel like crying because of the injustice, Mom will scold me instantly. "I bought the lottery box because I was worried that you might feel upset about this. I'm doing this just to be fair to both of you. "If you want something, you have to be the one deciding who gets what. Your father and I won't interfere with your decision at all. Since you can't draw the better lot, that just means you have bad luck." Hence, I keep practicing my lot-drawing skills every day, hoping that I can eventually draw the better lot in order to obtain my parents' love. But for ten years, I never get to draw the better lot. Not even once. On my birthday, Anabelle wants to go to the amusement park, so Mom tells us to draw lots once again. I secretly glue two short lots together before giving it to Mom in an attempt to get her to stay with me. Instead, she slaps me and berates me for being a disobedient child who cheats in lot-drawing. Then, she leaves the house with Anabelle. When I fall to the floor, I feel the short sticks piercing through my neck.

This is the story of two stone-hearted souls. Rex — the most powerful man in the world. And Julie — a voiceless girl fighting the cruelty of her stepfather. After losing his first love in a tragic accident five years ago, Rex began to hate the very idea of love. And five years ago, an incident shattered Julie’s life so deeply that she couldn’t even grasp the meaning of love anymore. One day, fate brought them together — and Julie ended up in Rex’s bed. Will Julie bear the burden of Rex’s hatred for the rest of her life? Can she become his second love? Will Julie melt the heart of a man as cold as stone? What kind of relationship will blossom between them?

On the road, I met a woman unlike anyone I had ever seen before. Her name was Janet Smith. She seemed slow and almost childlike, yet she had been wandering alone for two years without ever going home. Even with one leg crippled, she had forced herself to climb the Highveil Mountains. This time, however, she was caught in a blizzard. Injured and stranded, she could no longer make her way down. As her vision blurred and her strength slipped away, tears covered her face. She placed a pair of small handmade clay dolls in my hands. "I'm probably going to die here," she murmured. "Please give these to my adoptive brother, Chester Graham." She was clearly at death's door, yet her smile was soft and unexpectedly serene. "Tell him I've seen enough of the world. I don't love him anymore. And tell him he doesn't need to worry. I'm not so foolish now. I won't cause trouble for anyone again." Chester? At the sound of his name, I stood rooted to the spot. In Riverton City, everyone who worked at the harbor knew him, the so-called Ship King. Right before I left for the mountains, news of his engagement had been everywhere.

Willow got bitten by a wolf and was rescued by an arrogant wolf who trained her and she fell in love with him not knowing he was her mate. But the secret kept from her turned out to be the reason an evil alpha werewolf desperately seeks her.

Roses are red. His love I dread. He owns me. And my body too. Daddy's little princess, mummy's favorite but the mafia lord's little toy. He bought me, claimed me, made me his; body and soul. He tainted me. I'm now his obsession too. I belong to him. And he never let me forget. I'm his prisoner, his medicine and pain. The thirst to escape runs through me like a wild fire. But the toxicity of his voice tattooed in my mind and his touch imprinted on my soul kept me grounded. I'm addicted. But with him, it was something dark and crazy.

Where desire burns and nothing is off-limits. Forbidden lust, stolen kisses, and passion so intense it can’t be tamed. Whether it’s a dominant lover who knows just how to break you or the sweet surrender of a love so intense, these are the stories of lovers who crave, fight, and fuck until lust becomes obsession, control becomes surrender, and desire remakes them both—forever. From sizzling encounters in the dark to the sweet torment of knowing they’re everything you shouldn’t want—each story leaves you breathless, craving more. These are the lovers who burn with a hunger so deep, it consumes them. The kind of love that’ll make you surrender to every whispered command, every touch that has you begging for more. Can you handle the heat, or will you fall into a love that’s too hot to handle? In this steamy collection, desire takes no prisoners.

Superioritas Indonesia di dunia bulu tangkis memang sudah diakui dunia. Terlebih ketika pertama kalinya Indonesia mendulang medali emas olimpiade pada tahun 1992. Tak terkecuali bagi wanita asal Pangalengan, Kabupaten Bandung, Dwi Astriani Aprilliani, juga turut serta ikut merawat tradisi emas juara bulu tangkis di Nusantara. Namun apa jadinya jika raga yang kuat di lapangan, selalu menghias podium juara dengan kecantikannya, ternyata jiwanya hancur. Seorang atlet pria dari negara berbeda yang juga adidaya di dunia bulu tangkis telah mengalahkannya dalam hal cinta. Hanya pria yang bernama Yuxuan yang mampu mengalahkan seorang Dwi. Apa yang sebenarnya Yuxuan lakukan? Lalu, bagaimana Dwi mampu bertahan di tengah sakit hatinya demi bendera Merah Putih berkibar di tempat tertinggi? Bagaimana pula Dwi mampu jujur terhadap lukanya dan berdamai dengannya?

I worked for a restaurant, and our boss loved making empty promises about giving us restaurant shares. The boss said we would start with zero shares, but we could earn 0.01% for every two hours of overtime, covering someone else’s work or saving the restaurant 1,000 bucks. I suggested she write this down in an official document and have someone track it properly. She just smiled and told everyone to work harder. She never actually put it in writing. The experienced staff did not believe her, but one prep cook took it seriously. At the end of the year, he went to the boss to claim his shares. The boss said, “Sorry, the head chef told me there’s no official document, so it doesn’t count. You can’t claim any shares.” The prep cook worked hard all year and got nothing for it, so he took his anger out on me. The day before I was going home for the New Year, he killed me with a knife. “If you hadn’t said it doesn’t count without an official document, this whole restaurant would’ve been mine!” I lay in a pool of blood. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day the boss first made those empty promises.

I had just become an adult when my neighbor, Connor Grayson, started flirting with me. We kept our relationship a secret year after year. After a wild night of intimacy, Connor whispered into my ear that he loved me over and over again. The next morning, I could barely stand as I got out of bed. Then I saw Connor bring another woman home. "Selena, this is my fiancée. We're getting married." I thought Connor would let me go. I didn't want to ruin anyone's relationship. However, he wouldn't leave me alone despite my shameful predicament. "Yes, I'm getting married, but did I say you could go? It took a lot of effort to make you fall for me."

My husband, Commander Jonathan Shelby, was leaving for the military. During his farewell dinner, our neighbor, Mrs. Murphy spoke with glee, as if she was gloating at somebody else’s misfortune. “You’re truly a magnanimous woman. Commander Shelby gave his military spouse quota to Anna instead of you, and you’re still sending him off!” I found her statement ridiculous. “Impossible. My husband hates pulling strings. In the past, he also had a quota on hand. Instead of giving it to me, he gave it to an educated young man so that he could return to his city.” Mrs. Murphy only grew more animated. “I saw the approval report with my own eyes. Under the column of Commander Shelby’s family member, the name ‘Anna Stewart’ was written on it. “Commander Shelby has been supporting two households for a long time. Weren’t you aware of it?” I felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck me. I turned to look at my parents and Jonathan. Guilt was written all over their faces. My parents took my hand. “Anna is a widow. Being a widow alone has already spoiled her reputation. If she remains in the village, they’d judge her for the rest of her life. “Nancy, you’re Jonathan’s legal wife. You need to help her out.” At that moment, my heart ached as if someone had sliced it piece by piece. Fine. I would be as magnanimous as they wanted me to be. I would personally give Jonathan to his widowed sister-in-law.