Tiny Kitchen Restaurant

It was about time because my dad got a new girlfriend and said he wanted us to have a meal together to introduce the new woman into our lives. On the day we met, my college roommate saw my chat background, which had a photo of me and my dad, along with a series of transfer records. She lost her mind. She enlisted the support of our other roommates, who rarely paid me any attention and began to attack me, insisting that I was a side chick who deserved to die. I did not expect that my roommate would soon become my stepmom. Before I could explain, she accused me of trying to seduce my dad behind her back, shouting, "Shameless side chick! Going behind my back to seduce my boyfriend! All those times you said you were out studying?! Who knows if you were just meeting up with him?" I was once physically assaulted, stripped of my dignity, and forced to the restaurant for a public confrontation wearing ragged clothes. Then my dad came running to where I was hardly breathing and barely moving on the floor, bruised to the extreme. “Sweetheart, who did this to you?!”

My husband's beloved lover suffered from menstruation complications. A traveling doctor claimed that a fresh placenta was needed to cure her. His gaze fixated on my seven-months-pregnant baby bump. And thus, I was pinned down on the bed as they ripped the placenta from my body. My son was carelessly tossed aside. He didn't even get the chance to cry before his tiny body fell silent forever. My husband pinched his nose in disgust, frowning as he looked at me—bleeding out, feebly reaching for my child. “It’s just a premature baby. He'll be fine after a few days of care. Why are you making such a fuss? Sandra is waiting for her medicine." He left and locked the door behind him without looking back. He claimed it was a lesson I needed to learn. By the time he finally remembered us, my son and I had long since bled dry, our bodies cold and stiff.

Latifa has given all she has got for love, and has taken it upon herself to create a favorable world ever since she lost her parent to a fatal aviation accident at a young age. she refuses to be sentimental but, she misses her mum so much, seeing herself fight a fight she may not be able to win Is dramatic. Latifa had wished for a simple life and that she could tell her mum what the other co-wife, her stepmom, and her ex-boyfriend did to her, and to show the scars she was given for being molested against her will. Her life has always been a chaotic one, as it happens over and over again, being so unfair, hard, inconsiderate just as if she was meant for the wrong side of existence. Latifa became a call girl and left her stepmother's tiny rough care to be alone and work to take care of herself. A few months later latifa came back to take revenge with another love trial on a man whose social strata were seemingly incompatible. a fun-loving filthy billionaire (Alastair), who presented an alluring deal she couldn't resist at first. Alastair who seemed to have enjoyed the first one-time experience, shortly, asked latifa to move in with him as part of the deal which she accepted but the uncertainty came unexpectedly, latifa see herself drowning in her deepest thoughts, yet another epic moment of her life. “Alastair, your uncle is familiar.......” I murmured..

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.

As Zayla Scott, my husband's first love, pushes me down the stairs, he's in the kitchen, thoughtfully making her a warm drink. When she sees I survived, she hires someone to assault me and has me thrown into the bear enclosure at the zoo. It's only after the bears tore me apart that my husband finally remembers I exist. "All I did was refuse to take time off to pay my respects to your mother with you. How could you be so cruel, Joey? You're a zookeeper—it's your job! Why would you force Zayla, who's pregnant, to care for savage creatures? "Get over here and give Zayla a blood transfusion right now, or I'll dig up your mother's grave myself!" He doesn't know that all that's left of me is my broken body.

She was the Heiress to a multi-million dollar company, he was the heir to a multi-billion dollar bronze Empire. In their five years of marriage she gave him everything, but all she got in return was a cheating and assaulting husband. When she walked in on him and saw him and her boyfriend in an intimate position, she was done being the good wife, she presented him with a divorce papers and left the country. Five years later, she's back with two gorgeous daughter, and was now the president's youngest wife At the sunshot campaign, he bumped into her with her two gorgeous daughter "Mummy, daddy is staring at us" One of her daughters pointed at him with her tiny finger.

The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected. "Who, who, who are you?" She became a heavy stutterer in an instant. The man who stood at the door to the kitchen walked forward and the light illuminated his features. He was lean and tall, very tall. Dressed in a white long sleeved shirt and dark suit pants, the few exposed parts of his body were ashen, lifeless and cold, like a bleak winter day. "Marry me." These were the two words that came from the deathly pale lips of his emotionless face... ********** Moving away from her overprotective parents, Geneva thought that she could finally lead a stress-free life. This was ruined when a ghost demands intimacy with her, his soulmate, to recover his lost memories and body.

"The Billionaire's Perfect Mate" is a captivating story of love and redemption. Ellie Edwards, an orphan working as a stripper at Cheetahs in Los Angeles, struggles to make ends meet. Edward Lion, a wealthy millionaire, was forced into a loveless marriage that ended in betrayal. Seeking distraction, he visits Cheetahs and is instantly captivated by Ellie. "Ellie, I knew you were the one who would bring my life to completion the moment I laid eyes on you. I'm not just standing here taking your hand in marriage; I'm also promising you my undying love. I promise to be your best friend, your steadfast ally, and your constant companion. I pledge to support you at your highs and lows, to rejoice in every victory, no matter how tiny, and to share in your pleasures and sorrows. I promise to be a constant source of support, a shoulder to weep on, and a rock you can rely on. I give you my heart, my soul, and everything I am, Ellie, with this ring, both now and forever." She looked into Edward's eyes and saw his unwavering love for her. As their romance blossoms, they embark on a journey filled with passion and hope. However, Ellie's mysterious past threatens to shatter their newfound happiness. Will their love withstand the trials ahead?

The tough economy forced a girl named Ivy Jovanika to work even harder. She became a waiter in the very famous Shane Restaurant in her city. Not only that, every night she also uses her time to work. "I want clarity on this relationship. Which do you choose, me or Lilyana--your legal wife?!" Ivy asked, clutching her stomach. That's right, she's pregnant because of what she did with Ed Shane--the owner of the restaurant she works for. "That's not my baby! You have a lot of men, it must be another guy's baby!" snapped Ed Shane as he left the table. While holding back tears, Ivy turned on her cell phone. She was desperate, it felt like all these secrets she could no longer keep alone. Will Ed Shane admit that she is pregnant with his child? Will Ed Shane stick with his opinion? What will happen to Lilyana if she finds out her husband is having an affair? Will Lilyana forgive Ed Shane?

*My mate turns out to be the mafia king?!* “Stop flirting with my staff.” My head snaps toward the guy I’ve run into twice today. I thought he was just an average school playboy. “Your staff?” I ask stupidly. He smiles widely. “That’s right, sweetheart. This is my club.” * “W-what are you doing?” I whisper, but the look in his eyes says it all. “Do you feel that?” He asks. It takes a second, but then I feel tiny sparks racing along my skin as his hand slips under my jacket and over my skin. I gasp, and then his lips are on mine. *** A few years ago, a series of scientific research buildings were attacked. The chemicals from those research facilities had seeped into our water supply and slowly manipulated our DNA. Last year was the first report of someone showing a hint of supernatural abilities. Then another and another until suddenly, there were people with abilities popping up all over the place. People with abilities were either feared or envied. I have tried hiding my ability for as long as I can. My ability would have me locked up and used until there was nothing left of me. The ability to heal is a gift everyone would want to take advantage of, so I never use it…ever. Until... I meet him. Julian. My schoolmate. The boss of The Hell Club. The Mafia King. My...mate. What we didn't know at the time was that these so-called DNA alterations were all werewolf genes growing inside the human body. And he, Julian... is my mate.