Ukuran Trash Bag

They called her weak. They called her worthless. They should have called her Wynter. Beatrice spent twenty years as Silvermist Pack's punching bag, mocked, starved, and worked to the bone. When her fated mate, Alpha heir Eamon Riven, publicly rejected her at her first shift ceremony, she thought her humiliation was complete. She was wrong. Because the "pathetic omega" everyone sneered at? She's actually the long-lost daughter of the most powerful Alpha family in the kingdom. And her four overprotective brothers, a ruthless Alpha Lord, a gifted Healer, a cunning Strategist, and a lethal Shadow operative just found her. Now Beatrice is done being small. Done being sorry. And definitely done letting anyone disrespect her. But between her groveling ex-mate who suddenly wants her back, a vengeful enemy plotting her destruction, and four brothers who terrify every man who looks at her, reclaiming her power is complicated. Good thing Darius Veylor, the steadfast Beta with lovely eyes and a heart of gold, isn't afraid of a little chaos. Or four murderous brothers-in-law.

“Nasaan ang singsing?” “Ano?” Mabilis na binawi ng babae ang kanyang kamay. “Tinatanong ko kung nasaan ang singsing,” mariing ulit ni Stefan habang nakatitig nang masama sa kanyang kasintahan. “Ah... naiwan ko yata sa opisina. Kasi madalas akong naghuhugas ng baso ng kape, kaya tinanggal ko muna at itinabi. Baka magasgas kasi,” paliwanag ng dalagang si Natalie na bahagyang nakapagpakalma kay Stefan. “Kapag tinanggal mo ‘yan, ituturing kong gusto mong makipagbitiw sa kasunduan ng kasal.” “H-hindi naman po. Itinabi ko lang, hindi ko naman tinatanggal ng tuluyan.” “Kung gano’n, isuot mo ngayon din,” singhal ng lalaki na may halong pagbabanta. “Oo na, isusuot ko,” sagot ng babae na may bahid ng tampo. Kinuha niya ang bag sa tabi, binuksan iyon, at inilabas ang singsing ng kanilang kasunduan. Isinuot niya iyon sa kanyang daliri at ipinakita sa kanya ang likod ng kamay.

For three years, Elena endured a husband who barely acknowledged her, a mother-in-law who treated her like hired help, and a sister-in-law who sneered that she was nothing but a golddigger. All the while, her husband, Damien, pined after his “perfect” ex, like his own wife didn’t exist. Until the day Elena had enough. She signed the divorce papers, packed a single bag, and vanished. Damien was certain she’d come crawling back within a week. But the woman they all dismissed? Turns out Elena is a billionaire heiress, the CEO of the very empire Damien has been desperate to partner with and the one now signing his paychecks. Oops. Now Damien is spiraling, realizing too late what he lost. But Elena has choices she never had before. Like her childhood best friend, an NFL star who’s been in love with her all along. So who will it be? The ex-husband who finally woke up? The best friend who never left? Or has Elena finally decided she’s done with men who don’t deserve her?

One fake kiss made me his wife. Now, it might get me killed. I wanted out of my father’s mafia world. I had a plan, a bag of cash, and a new life waiting. But then I met Dante Moretti. To help him spite his ex-wife, I agreed to play his fiancée for just five minutes. It was the biggest mistake of my life. My father saw us. Before the night was over, he made it official: marry Dante in seven days, or people I love start dying. Dante is cold and dangerous, and hates my family name. He thinks I’m just a spoiled princess he can lock away. He doesn't know that I’ve been secretly sabotaging his business for months and that I’m his biggest enemy. Now I’m trapped in his house and sharing his bed. I’m supposed to hate him, but every time he touches me, the line between acting and reality blurs. This is my reality; I'm joined by the Blood Oath to a man who might be my only hope or my end.

His green eyes were shining in anger. He saw her standing there with that fucking gangster. Fury and jealousy were running through his veins. His eyes drifted down and noticed the hand which was gripping her waist. His fingers turned into a fist. He was ready to kill him. He saw them going and pulling away in car. Where the fuck is he taking her? He turned and threw a punch on the wall hardly. Grabbing his bag he ran and ran til he reached in his room but her memories came rushing in his head. Everything in his room was a reminder of her. Her scent was still floating in the air. Her tinkling giggle echoed in his ears. But why? Why is he jealous? Why is he angry? He was the one who betrayed her, destroyed her, made fun of her love. Now why her moving on with another man is killing him inside? He is the god of his own world. He is The Eric Knight. It was never a fairytale. Fate collided them and started a story full of- fight, love, romance, betrayal and hate. And in between all this, entered a Gangster, who kills people and sells drugs but is sexy like a devil. One's Obsession and other's Possession. A story full of passion, but The game spins and their fates as well.

"I wouldn't be with a monster like you even if the world was ending and you were the last of the male specie!" That is what she said to him but life took a funny turn from there. Luka Vladimir is your typical Alpha, leading the most ruthless and largest pack ever known. He is 35 and still hasn't found his mate. He was getting restless in finding his luna but when he finally finds her, he wishes he hadn't! Venus Gracia is the exact opposite of anything a Luna should be known as. No, she isn't weak, unwanted and the trash of the town. She is haughty, conceited, and a full-blown feminist human! Born out of old money her only ambiance was to seize the reins of her father's company and she would stop at nothing in this misogynist world to prove her worth. Together they could ruin empires or could lead them to novel peaks but one thing was for sure, together they were explosive!

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?

When I learned that the villain was a merman who dropped pearls whenever he cried, I took out the discarded pregnancy test stick from the trash can and headed toward the rooftop. "Well, how many babies do you merfolk have in one pregnancy? Do they eat fish food or baby formula?" Theo Atwater, who was attempting suicide, slipped and almost fell from the 18th floor. I shook my head with a sigh. "Forget it. I'll just throw the baby into the sea after giving birth." Later, when the baby was born, Theo was too scared to sleep, fearing that I would release the baby into the sea. When the female lead, Melody Carlisle, and the male lead, Reagan York, were arguing and came to see us, he was looking at our baby’s swimming results and roaring, "You're one of us merfolk. How could you be afraid of water?"

Explicit content 🔞 Enemies in campus. Obsession behind closed doors. One secret that could ruin them both. Captain worked solo until an unexpected offer came from his favorite OnlyFans creator, Anonymous69, turns his world upside down. A collab offer? Hell yes. He’s all in. But when he steps into that hotel room, ready to meet his mystery crush, he comes face-to-face with the last person he wanted to see—Andrew Parker. The smug bastard who embarrassed him in front of his friends. The trash talk gets dirtier, the tension cuts deeper, and soon, every stolen glance feels like a challenge neither of them can resist. When their hate explodes into something far more dangerous, they’re left with two choices: keep playing it safe or risk everything—including their future—for a chance at something real. The only problem? There can only be one winner. And neither of them plans to lose.

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.