Welcome Home Quotes

During the two months that I was away for a competition, my neighbors insulted me in the neighborhood’s common group chat. [The girl living on the ninth floor, you look like a decent girl. Why are you bringing so many men back home every day?] [Can you moan a little softer? I don’t care if you’re a sex worker, but if you keep making loud noises until midnight, don’t blame me for calling the police!] [Don’t call the police yet. I haven’t had my turn. How much are you charging, Charlene?] My heart sank. Before I left for my competition, I had asked my boyfriend, Jacob Smith, to take care of my luxury river-view apartment. That way, he could keep an eye on my expensive paintings. What was happening? I rushed home in confusion, but when I opened the door, I was further dumbfounded. My 3,000-square-foot apartment had been partitioned into 30 rooms. Meanwhile, Jacob’s childhood friend, Prissy Black, was holding a string of keys as she collected rent money. When they saw me, everyone started laughing. “What? Are you here to rent from Prissy after learning that she’s providing cheap rooms in such a pristine location? “Too bad everyone knows that you’re eyeing her boyfriend. You won’t be able to benefit from doing such a thing!” I was extremely furious as I approached Jacob to talk about it. However, he told me that it was Prissy’s dream to be a landlady. He asked me not to pay it any mind and to treat it as doing a good deed. “You’re rich anyway. Don’t be so calculative. Everyone’s happy now, so what’s wrong with that?” The keys tinkled in Prissy’s hand as if they were taunting me. “This house doesn’t welcome stray animals like you. You have yourself to blame for not having such a nice boyfriend.” The two of them acted all lovey-dovey in front of me, and I immediately called the police. “Someone’s trespassing on my property, and my painting that’s worth 15 million dollars has gone missing. What type of punishment would this entail?”

**** cover page not mine **** R rated read at your own risk After having a very hot one-night stand with a stranger, Christodia found out that the stranger is no other than the Kwame Agyapong, the heartless CEO and he now wants to own her by hook or crook. "Get the hell off me", I yelled. "And go where, baby? I want a recap of last time." And without warning he entered me fully. I scream "Yeah, scream baby, welcome to hell."

Once I became pregnant, I was hailed as the most precious woman in the underworld. My husband, the new Don of the Jenkins family, shut down an entire private hospital wing for my check-ups, while my father, the Collins Don, summoned every Michelin-starred chef in New York to the estate, just so I could pick whatever I craved. The baby I carried was destined to be the sole heir of the two most powerful mafia families. But on the day we were to sign the papers securing my child's inheritance, they both vanished. "An urgent family matter came up," my husband, Vincent, said, kissing my forehead. "We can finalize the child's inheritance when we get back. There's no rush." Shortly after they left, I received a link to an anonymous live stream. My father's voice came from the video, colder than I had ever heard it. "You're saying your marriage contract with Evangeline was never valid. Doesn't that make the child a bastard?" Vincent, lounging in a club, blew a smoke ring. Cradled in his arms was my half sister, Sarah. "Evangeline has always had all the love and affection. Her child will want for nothing." "Sarah has been mocked for her status for years. I have to make things right for her, give our child a legitimate name." In that moment, my heart seized, and I could barely breathe. Then my phone vibrated again. It was a text message: "Welcome home to the Gallo family, my queen." "Just give the word, and the child you carry will bear the Gallo name and become the most powerful heir in the American underworld."

He is obsessed, not with her smile but with her tears. She is trying to escape, not just from his tortures but from her inferno. The dark world where no one is innocent, and nothing is pure. Everyone is a villain and everyone is a hero. Here, innocence kills you, and evilness traps you; there is no way to escape. The one who survives the wickedness is the survivor, there are no rules, and the game never ends, but will rules change if vengeance turns into infatuation, where death is not allowed to be part of, yet pain is a must! Welcome to the wicked world of revenge and obsession!

Welcome to the Seven Magics Academy world! Fifteen-year-old Snow White believes she's an ordinary teen. She attends Salem Academy. Hangs with her best friends. Crushes on a cute boy. And does her best not to trip over her shoelaces. Everything changes when she's bitten by a Hunter. Suddenly her world is filled with supernaturals, including vampires, witches, dragons, gargoyles, unicorns, and more. But all Snow wants is her first kiss and possibly a date to her birthday party - that is, if she doesn't kill him first.

Julie had been secretly married to Jotham for four years, Even at work, no staff knows about their marriage. Despite the fact that her husband never made love to her, she didn't mind at all. As long as she's his wife, she will be happy. But one day, she heard on the radio that her billionaire husband, Jotham Joram went to welcome his girlfriend at the airport. How true? When her husband came home, she confronted him, "Jotham, is it true?" "Yes, Mirabel is back." He added. "and I want a divorce." Mirabel was his ex girlfriend. Tears rushed down her eyes. Her heart wrenches. "Jotham, I'm..." "I don't care. Sign and leave!" He had interrupted. Hearing that, her world collapsed. She had wanted to tell him about her newly discovered pregnancy. What's the point of staying with a man whose mind is made up, who had never and would never love her. She anguishly signed the divorce papers and left Five Years later, Jotham was severely sick so he booked the services of the best doctor in the continent at that time. When he met the doctor, it turned out to be Julie. This time, she was extremely gorgeous and was with a man but Jotham didn't care if she was with a man, he pursued her relentlessly, having insane obsession over her. "Julie, in this world, only I can be your man. And you...will be my woman!" He brutalizes any man he sees with her, stalk her every second and kills anyone who even dares to touch her, all these while, begging to win her heart. Will he ever gain her heart or is she too broken to accept love?

CAUTION: This is an R18 EROTIC DARK ROMANCE COLLECTION containing multiple RAW LGBTQIA+ STEAMY STORIES. HUNTED will meet you dry and hand you insanely vivid imaginations to leave you soaking wet, and as hard as diamond, rutting like an Alpha. Clicking on read more will definitely take you on a journey to either press your thighs together or use a vibrator; suffer in hard silence or stroke your dick faster with lubricant. Since you read everything above, and are still reading, I guess you volunteer as tribute to this world of perversion. Welcome, sinner.

She's a Half human and a half Vampire, but she didn't know about it. She only know that she's a pure human. He's a Half Vampire and a Half Elementalist. He can't control his power, he can't control his expression. Clementine Leullie Konzet, ang babaeng bibigyan ng pagkakataon upang makapasok sa Vampire high. Ang babaeng nabigyan ng pagkakataong makilala ang mga di pangkaraniwang estudyante ng Vampire High. Welcome to Vampire High, where the extraordinary Creature are studying.

The injured Shadow was thrown into the novel made by her best friend's fiance, unwillingly. When she opened her eyes, a high graphic game-like message flickered in front of her eyes. [{Welcome mortal} - Register name: Shadow - Gender: handsome lady - Code name: SS50 - Title: The Emperor of the Underworld. - Height: 150cm (short)] After she received the bizarre message from supposed trusted companions, the sense of betrayal messing up her whole system, driving her tired mind to the beyond insanity. And she knew she was done for.

I ended a pregnancy before it reached three months—and he never even knew. He was too busy rekindling things with his ex, still tangled in old flames. To make her feel comfortable, he gave her my master bedroom like it was nothing. He even turned what was supposed to be our engagement party into a welcome party for her. He let me become the laughingstock of everyone around us. So I turned away, cut up my engagement dress, and agreed to marry the man my family had chosen for me.