Romans & histoires What Not To Do In A Lucid Dream

On the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, Michael Robertson ghosted. I sat outside the County Clerk's Office for hours. Instead of him, I got a pic from his secretary, Kallie Clunt. She was in his lap, arms wrapped around him, making out like it was the hottest scene in a drama. [Sorry, Elsa. Michael said he had to comfort my broken heart. You don't mind, do you?] When I asked him about it, he just looked annoyed. "She gave me blood once. What's the big deal if I hang out with her? Can't you be a little more understanding?" My stomach dropped. I turned away and called his older brother. "Leon, do you still want to marry me?"

The youngest billionaire in town with looks of Adonis and everything at his feet desired just one thing more in life. His perfect match. He wished for a wife whose beauty would turn heads, a smile which would lighten up his world and figure which would curve perfectly under his fingers. A beauty who spoke with etiquette and made him proud. But he got her A mediocre girl with average looks, fierce personality and no curves. Outspoken and downright rude. She was everything he didn't want his wife to be like. But who could defy when their souls were bound by threads of fate. She was insecure And he fueled it further She considered herself inferior to him And he used every chance to make it a belief. She had a beautiful delicate golden heart And he made sure to taint it black and crush it under his Gucci shoes. She was his not so beautiful wife And he made sure that nothing left of her could be ever considered beautiful. "I will taint every damn fibre of your body my dear Elle...every bit of it till you beg me to divorce you" -Ashton "I will love every flaw of you my dear husband ...each and everyone till this heart beats for you" -Elle BEAUTY SERIES: Book 1 His not so beautiful wife Book 2 His Scarred Beauty

Warning! 18+ Let's put her in the golden cage." He suggested. A smile formed on Jackson's face when he heard his twin brother's insistence. It doesn't seem like the solution to the problem, but it would give them enough time to figure out their new sex slave out. "Then bring her out when we want to fuck her or when she needs our dicks inside her." Married, sex-deprived Anna didn't expect that her sexual fantasies will be fulfilled to the peak when she decided to accept the invite of the Twins sibling she met on Tumblr until she got to their mansion and she was caged and prisoned after signing a legal consensual form. "Why did you accept our invite? Tell us again, " Jacob asked Anna as he slapped her already, red swollen cheek. "Because I want you guys to treat me like a sex slave, " Anna gulped. Anna Walson, 18 years old virgin and high school dropout who was maltreated by her father after her mother's death was sold to his creditor, got entangled with the Michealson brothers whom she met on an online platform. She had sexual relations with them, which in turn made the twins run a background check on her because they NOW wanted her to themselves ONLY.

I was a wedding planner, and I personally designed my husband's wedding to his mistress. I had been with Victor for five years. Three of those years were swallowed by the pandemic. The remaining two were spent married, pregnant, and raising a child. The wedding I had always dreamed of existed only as "next time" whenever it came out of his mouth, until the day I received a new wedding planning request. The client was a young woman, her eyes curved with laughter, her smile bright and full of hope. "This is the venue my boyfriend chose himself," she said softly. "He insisted the wedding had to be held here." I took the file from her, and my gaze stopped on the venue name. The church in Clairmont. The very church I had mentioned to my husband countless times, the place I had dreamed of more than anything else. I was just about to smile and marvel at how someone in this world shared my taste so perfectly when the groom's name leapt into view. Victor Langford. My fingers froze on the page. Across from me, the girl was still wrapped in her happiness. She added gently, "We've only been together for two months, but he said he wants to give me the best wedding possible." I curved my lips into a smile and fixed my eyes on that familiar face—the man I had lived with for five years. After all this time, the day I planned Victor's wedding had finally arrived. Too bad the bride wasn't me.

On the day my mate's dying first love went into labor, his parents posted ten warriors at my door. They did it only to stop me from storming the delivery room and ruining the birth of Alpha Kaelen's heir. However, I never showed up, not even after the cries of a newborn filled the air. His mother, the former Luna, held the other she-wolf's hand with a sigh of relief. "Liana, with us here, that barren Elara will never harm you or the pup!" Kaelen dabbed the sweat from Liana's brow, his eyes filled with adoration. "Don't worry, my father has men guarding the pack borders. If Elara dares to cause trouble, we will exile her forever!" He finally relaxed when he was sure I wasn't coming. He couldn't understand. All he wanted was to give his dying first love a child, a legacy. Why couldn't I be more understanding? Looking at the sleeping pup, a satisfied smile crossed his face. He thought that if I would just show up and apologize to Liana, he would forgive all our previous fights. He'd even be willing to comfort me after the birth, maybe even let me be the pup's mother in name, so I could keep my title as Luna. But he didn't know. I had just submitted my application to the High Council. In one week, I would relinquish my pack status, leave with the babies in my belly, and never see him again.

Three days into the silent treatment, Derrick—my fiancé and CEO—greenlit his assistant's pitch for a self-driving road trip. He expected me to flip, like always. I didn't. A month later, he came back and saw it—I wasn't the same. He backed Molly, stole my project, and thought I'd explode. I didn't. I just helped her draft the proposal. He trashed everything I built, just so she could snag her year-end bonus. I didn't fight back. Took the blame, took the hit. Molly was all smug. "See? Told you. You can't go at Yara head-on. Give her the silent treatment—she folds. She's scared of losing you. That's why she's playing nice." Derrick ate it up. Called her smart. Then he pulled me aside—offered a raise, a promotion, even a fancy wedding. First time he'd ever brought it up. But he missed one detail: he'd already signed off on my resignation while he was off playing road trip king. And I'd already dumped him. That was it. Clean cut. Nothing left.

Forced to marry in place of her older sister to pursue her dream of becoming a supermodel, Laura Brown lives in an empty marriage with William Anderson, a handsome CEO who has only Michelle Brown in his heart. For two years, Laura played her role as a wife to William, always trying to accept the marriage, even though William never appreciated everything she had done for him. Then, one night, while William was drunk, something unprecedented happened that would change everything. When Laura found out she was pregnant, she chose to keep it quiet because she thought William wouldn't admit it. So, Laura tried to make William love her. But everything changed when Michelle returned and played her dirty games to reclaim her position. Betrayal, slander, and divorce led Laura to leave, along with wounds and sincerity that were never considered. Will William find out Laura is pregnant with his child? Or... Will William still trust Michelle, the woman he loves?

When 20 years old Ella Hart loses her father in a mysterious plane crash, she’s placed under the guardianship of James Callahan, her father’s best friend, a powerful man with dark eyes and even darker secrets. Who had been there for her for eleven years she lost her dad. At first, James is everything she needs: stable, protective, and oddly comforting. But as weeks turn into years under his roof, Ella begins to feel a pull she can’t explain. The air thickens between them glances turn into touches, and innocence burns into obsession. What starts as forbidden passion quickly spirals into something deeper and more dangerous. Ella finds herself caught in a web of emotional addiction, surrounded by luxury, lies, and a man who will do anything to keep her even if it means rewriting her past. But just when she thinks she knows the truth, a single discovery changes everything. Her father's death? Not an accident. And the child she’s carrying? Might not be James’s after all… One house. One secret. One man who swore to protect her but may have destroyed everything she ever loved.

Melody Sullivan's ex-husband had always been a cold, distant man. By day, she worked as his secretary. By night, she was his wife. In their two years of marriage, she never received even a hint of real affection from him. The day his childhood sweetheart returned to the country, they calmly signed the divorce papers. No one expected that six months later, Melody would find out she was pregnant. She had loved him in secret for years, but now she was done. Without hesitation, she left with his kid and cut him out of her life. He made his relationship with his childhood sweetheart public? That had nothing to do with her. He proposed to her? Melody congratulated them and wished them a happy life together, But then, the man rumored to be getting married showed up outside the delivery room the very day she gave birth. He asked to get back together! Melody shook her head repeatedly. "Mr. Hunt, the baby isn't yours." Caleb Hunt looked at her, his voice firm. "Even if the kid isn't mine, I still want both of you."

I wasn’t even pregnant, yet I ended up popping abortion pills like they were candy. It was all because in my past life, the moment my widowed sister-in-law got pregnant, every single side effect of her pregnancy became mine. She strutted around happily with her big belly, consuming spicy tamales, while I was rushed to the hospital for violent nausea and stomach pain; she showed off her flawless skin in crop tops every day, while my stomach broke out in hideous stretch marks. When I told my husband what was happening, he just shoved me away impatiently. “Enough with the jealousy! My brother’s dead, and she’s carrying his only child. Of course, I should look out for her. Do you really have to put on such an act?” After that, my sister-in-law went even further. She kept testing her limits during pregnancy and even ate a mango she was allergic to. And me? I went into anaphylactic shock, landed in the hospital, and nearly died. Doctors couldn’t explain it. They just brushed it off, saying I was overly jealous and it was all psychological. Later, my sister-in-law tried to brand herself as a “hot single mom”. She went live, belly and all, to show off her weight-loss workouts. She jumped around for three straight hours. And me? My uterus literally gave out, and I hemorrhaged to death. When I opened my eyes again, it was the exact day she first announced her pregnancy.