Urban Online

A suspenseful, thought-provoking and erotic full-charged thriller, based on the psychological effects of being raised by a sociopath pimp and passive aggressive prostitute. From the perspective of the eldest of two daughters; successful musical A&R Edily Graham is faced with her past addictions and mental anguish after the shooting death of her abusive father. Along with a career on the rise, a new home in the beautiful Lake Shore neighborhood of Chicago, and an awkward yet sudden break-up from her “Mr. Right, Maleek, Edily finds herself slipping over the edge with countless nights of sex, drugs & hallucinations from her past.

"Who are you? , what do you want from me? Why are you doing this to us?" Nella shriek with a shaky and fearful tone. " well, since you are insisting on knowing who I am then, I might I As well tell you "Angelica replied removing her mask slowly. " Mom?" Nella asked with her eyes popping out of their sockets "no, no, no, I don't believe this ” she shakes vigorously in denial while moving away but she couldn't. ”yes, it's me, your mom " "I'm not your mom, you wretched witch, I'm not your wretched dead mother, you little duckling " she yells with a sinister gaze. "I hate, I hate all of you " Bella felt her whole world crumbling right before her eye, she couldn't believe that her entire life has been made up of lies.

Ever heard of the saying 'blood is thicker than water'...? Well that is not the case between Miranda andClaudia Cooper, two sisters who both see the worst in each other. Betrayal, jealousy, revenge, conspiracy and hatred help bring out the demons in the two sisters. Be warned, your enemies are the ones you dine with!

The financially disadvantaged student I was sponsoring secretly went behind my back and sold my small island, which was worth two billion dollars. I was furious and confronted her, but she publicly slandered me in front of the entire school. She exclaimed, "I saw you doing unspeakable things with eighteen men on that island! You're still young and you can't keep making mistakes like this. I sold the island for your own good!" I was so enraged that I kicked her to the ground and prepared to call the police, but my brother stopped me. He and my fiancé stood in front of the student, protecting her. They accused me of being violent and in need of medical treatment. Before I could resist, they joined forces and threw me into a psychiatric hospital, where I died that night from food poisoning. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I discovered the island had been sold.

To encourage overall development, the kindergarten had asked each student to create a hand-drawn poster. My daughter Holly refused my help and insisted on doing it all on her own. Little did I know, most of the other children had their parents do the artwork for them. In comparison, Holly's delicate strokes were quickly dismissed. Not only was her work discarded into the trash, but her teacher also called her out in the parent group, criticizing her for being careless with the assignment. As I racked my brain trying to figure out how to help Holly regain her confidence in drawing, I was surprised to see Holly's artwork among the winning entries in the state-level children's art competition. But the signature wasn't hers—it belonged to another student from her class.

My wife went viral by copying someone else. After some netizens shamed her looks, she became obsessed with plastic surgery. Eventually, an illegal clinic tricked her into spending thirty thousand dollars, claiming they could make her into a celebrity. She even forced me to fund her dream by feeding our daughter pesticides. However, I knew that the clinic used implants from stolen corpses. Before long, her face would start to rot. I spent ages convincing her to choose a professional cosmetic hospital instead, saving her life. Later, though, her best friend became an internet star after undergoing plastic surgery. In comparison, my wife’s appearance had only improved slightly after the cosmetic treatment. In a fit of jealousy, she burned my daughter and me alive. “It’s your fault I couldn’t make it big! You deserve to die!” When I next opened my eyes, I returned to the day my wife asked me for money.

This is the story of Swati, who dies in a car accident. But now when she opens her eyes, she finds herself inside a novel she was reading online at the time. But she doesn't want to be like the female lead. Tanya tries to avoid her stepmother, sister and the boy And during this time he meets Shivam Malik, who is the CEO of Empire in Mumbai. So what will decide the fate of this journey of this meeting of these two? What will be the meeting of Shivam and Tanya, their story of the same destination?

Having an Awakenist as my wife meant enduring her monkish attitude toward sex. We could only be intimate on the sixteenth of every month. Every detail—my position, rhythm, even my expression—had to follow her rigid rules. If I showed too much pleasure, she would immediately rise and leave. We had been married for five years. Was I ever tired of this? Yes. Still, I always gave in. I accepted these limitations because I loved her. "The Saintess loves me too," I told myself. That faith shattered the day I was sent to extinguish a hotel fire. Amid the flames, I found my wife pressed close to a man in disheveled clothes. Between their arms was a young boy.

The woman he loves marries another man on his 18th birthday. He's alone during his birthday party, and he finishes the cake himself. She deliberately pushes him away and neglects him, even skipping out on his birthday party. Unfortunately, she doesn't know that this is his last birthday ever. He's about to die, and it'll happen on her wedding day.

After Mom passed, it was just me and Dad, depending on each other. I’ve always had poor health, and people used to taunt me, calling me a “sickly, doomed child.” He kneeled by my bedside, making a promise. “I swear, I’ll get you the best treatment, no matter what. You’ll never suffer again!” Eventually, he became a powerful CEO, going so far as to buy an entire private villa just so I could recover in peace. However, his assistant assumed I was his mistress.  She came in with a group of security guards and surrounded me. “So, you’re the cripple who’s been seducing Mr. Johnson?” “Let’s see if you can still act high and mighty after I’m done with you!” She kicked over my wheelchair, yanked me by the hair, scratched up my face, and finally cut off my hand. Barely clinging to life, I lay there until Dad came back. She held up my severed hand, presenting it to him. “Mr. Johnson, this was a spy sent by a rival company. I took care of her for you.”