Trafalgar Law Middle Finger

Megan Blanc expected her bachelorette celebration to end with laughter, hangovers, and regretful memories. What she never imagined was waking up in a stranger’s bed with a ring on her finger and a marriage certificate binding her to a man she couldn’t even remember meeting. Shaken and desperate to move on, Megan convinces herself it was nothing more than a reckless mistake. One night. One stranger. A secret she would bury forever. Especially since she was about to marry Clark Sinclair, the man she had loved and chosen. But fate had other plans. On the day she was supposed to become Clark’s wife, Megan comes face to face with the truth she tried to erase. The man she spent that night with wasn’t a stranger at all. He was Clinton Sinclair, Clark’s older brother.

Returning from the military, Blake Elon has decided to hide from his enemies as a lonely delivery courier. On a faithful rainy night, Blake makes a life-altering delivery. He is forced into a three-year contract marriage to the Weston family, a prestigious family in California’s entertainment business. Marrying the granddaughter, who longs to be with another man, she and her mother belittle and abuses Blake. Little do they know Blake, the trash son-in-law, holds onto the most extraordinary power when he receives his family’s inheritance and becomes the heir of the most powerful family in the world. Blake is met with a life of cultivation with his family’s inheritance. Gaining his sister-in-law and third female cousin’s support as his living Spirit Vessels, Blake is on the road to immortality. How will he handle his enemies, betrayal, and the most incredible powers as he hopes to find his true love among all the women around him?

At sixty-five, I got served divorce papers. The same day, my husband Sebastian — decked out in his wedding suit, of all things — popped a handful of sleeping pills in a suicide attempt. For years, we were the perfect couple. The kind of pair neighbors whispered about with envy. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The divorce. The pills. None of it made sense. Not until I found the photo and letter in his pocket.

William Mackenzie married Cassandra Wood, a beautiful young woman from a notable family. But he was seen as a useless son in law in Wood Family. Because of his job as a shop keeper, he was treated like a trash in his wife's family. He even served the Woods without any complaint. However, 3 years passed, there was a man came to him. "General, we need your power. Would you come back to the Kingdom?"

Alexa just graduated from Harvard University with a law degree and a mountain of debt pulling up and after finding out that her father is sick and needs surgery and behind on her half of the rent she decides to go out to a popular club with her roommate to celebrate graduation and to blow off some steam only to be swept away in the middle of the night for a night she would never forget and left with a secret that could potentially change her life for the better or will it?

After they had divorced for 5 years, when Adina accidentally saw her ex-husband, Tyson, and Sophie, who broke her marriage, she gave them a middle finger, which made Tyson chuckle. The next morning, Adina woke up and found the man sleeping beside her was her ex-husband, Tyson. They had last night!!! Mary cursed herself and sneaked out of the room. Then she met Sophie , she threw the cash on her face and said mocked, "Thanks for your fiance's HARD work last night. Here is what he deserves."

“Who would have thought goody two shoes Tatiana Olivera is a nasty sl*t who fantasies about f*ck*ng her step brother?” Hasan continues his teasing. He inserts in middle finger in my mouth and I greedily s*ck on it, picturing it to be his c*ck. Hasan’s mouth parts open, his brows cresting as he watches me s*ck his middle finger like a kid sucking on a candy cane. I frowned when he pulled out his middle finger. He grabs my chin with a fierceness that sent me on edge. “Open your mouth.” He orders and I obey. He takes in a deep breath as though calming himself and before I knew it, hot liquid drops into my mouth. Did.. did he just spit in my mouth? It tastes divine. It tastes like him. And I want more. “Swallow.” I meet his gaze as I gulp down his saliva. A proud smile appears on his face. “There’s my good little sl*t.” ***** I hate Hasan Olivera. I can’t stand him. The way he walks into the room like he owns the place, the smug smirk that says he already knows what I am thinking. He’s insufferably cocky, sharp-tongued, insanely hot and fully aware of it. And those eyes? Dark, knowing, endlessly amused by the fact that, no matter how much I pretend otherwise, I’m completely drawn to him. I want him to f*ck me. I want him to claim me. I want him to be mine because I belong to him. But he's my step brother. And I hate my step brother. -------

I was diagnosed with cancer. After much deliberation, I called my husband. He fell silent for a long while. “Most of our mortgage is unpaid, and our children need money for school. You should go for conservative treatment.” I called my mother while weeping. “You’re so troublesome. None of my friends or family have cancer!” I stopped crying and started living for myself. God favored me and let me see reality early in my life. He even gave me a chance to start over.

You think of my love as a burden and can't see my pain and suffering. Love ensnares them in a world filled with disappointment. What will the female protagonists in the stories do once they've had enough of being let down?

Before my crazy grandmother died, she gave me three walnuts. According to her last wish, I cracked open the first walnut on my twenty-fifth birthday. Inside the walnut was a slip of paper. 'Go to the skybridge and grovel at the first beggar you meet' was the instruction written on it. When I looked at the note, I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Still, I did as told. To my surprise, the beggar turned out to be an undercover cop. Only later did I learn that I had long been targeted by human traffickers, and the bow had saved my life. As for the second walnut, my grandmother told me to crack it open before I got married. When I put on my wedding dress, ready to marry the policeman who saved me, I happily opened it. This time, there was a crumpled old photograph inside. In the photo, my fiancé was smiling as he strangled another bride.