Yellow Wallpaper Story Novelas e Histórias

Pemuda itu dengan mudah mencengkeram pergelangan tanganku dan mengangkatnya ke atas kepalaku. Tangan lainnya bergerak lancang di pinggangku. Lalu menyusup masuk dari balik keliman baju, meremas kulit di baliknya dengan berani. "Bu Merry, aku mohon padamu." Suaranya penuh godaan, hampir menghancurkan akal sehatku. "Pak Harvey bertanggung jawab memberikan ilmu padaku. Jadi, apa Bu Merry bisa memberiku yang lain?" Tangannya akhirnya berhenti di dadaku yang penuh. Dengan putus asa, aku menyadari bahwa akibat perbuatannya, ASI-ku yang memancar deras telah membasahi jari-jarinya...

After returning home from a flight, I realize that my bottle of hair conditioner has run out in the bathroom. The thing is, my husband, Carlos Zappa, doesn't use hair conditioner at all. Seeing Carlos through the frosted glass, I decide to probe him for answers. "Did any guests stay over lately? Or have you started doing hair care?" Carlos flips through the documents, which are stamped with the Zappa family crest, impatiently at my questions. "Maybe a maid accidentally toppled the bottle over when she was cleaning the bathroom. Also, why are you annoying me with such minuscule matters?" When I put on the bathrobe, I feel a ticklish sensation coming from the collar. As soon as I look down, I notice a strand of dried yellow hair being entangled in the collar. The moment the steam dissipates, I see two pairs of intertwining handprints on the bathroom's glass door. I never thought that my home would grow this popular during my one-week trip away from home. I've been married to Carlos for three years, and yet this is my first time finding out that he's actually this wild in bed. So, I secretly text my father, the Don of the Carozza family. "Dad, Carlos has cheated on me. Does the bet we made three years ago still count?"

At first Madison and Gavin often get into conflict. Gavin was rude to her for no apparent reason. Eventually it changed, because of Madison's qualities that he sees every time they work together on their project and she also took care of him once when he got sick. Gavin also has an issue about his past that keeps on haunting him. His hatred of his father because of what he did from the past has made him fall into depression that he keeps on fighting. Gavin had many issues in his past that he could not get rid of so it was even moody sometimes with women. But it was Madison who calmed him down. They had a good first few months together. One day someone came back, from Gavin's past, Yvonne. The woman, who ruined Gavin's world, is now in turmoil. Yvonne all worked out a way for the two to get into trouble. Since Madison still did not completely get rid of the fear, suspicion returned to Madison so her relationship with Gavin became chaotic. Since then, Madison accepted the offer of arranged marriage and only to find out that Tristan will be the man she will be engaged with. Gavin’s band mate and best friend. When Madison found out, she readily accepted it. Because he knew Tristan. But Gavin became miserable. His girlfriend and his best friend are getting married. He begged his friend because he knew he loved Madison very much. Because he was her friend, they made a way to talk to Madison and Tristan's family to stop the arranged marriage. It has not been easy but eventually stopped as well. Gavin fixed his problem with Madison and proposed it in front of their friends and loved ones

Karin, seorang mahasiswi koas yang dihantui trauma sentuhan, terancam gagal di stase ginekologi akibat ketidakmampuannya melakukan pemeriksaan fisik, hingga ia bertemu dr. Arlan Pradipta, konsulen dingin dan jenius yang menawarkan "bimbingan privat" tak etis untuk menyembuhkan mati rasanya. Di balik pintu terkunci dan di bawah otoritas yang mengintimidasi, Karin dipaksa menjalani serangkaian latihan sensorik yang mengaburkan batas antara edukasi medis dan pemuasan hasrat. "Malam ini, saya akan mulai praktek dengan tubuhmu!"

The dormitory entrance downstairs is completely blocked. After squeezing to the front row, a he-wolf from the physical training camp next door points and whistles at me. "Look, that's the Luminian vixen. She's famous for being a notch-collector and will do it with any Alpha." My bed is strewn with rotten meat and animal entrails. On the wall, the words "Harlot", "Floozy", and "Tart" are scrawled in bright red lipstick. Jessica Cobb, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed cheer captain, holds up her phone. "Girls, I really don't want to expose her, but she's just filthy," she says with a face filled with contempt. "She's worse than a dog in heat. On Monday, it was the little hottie with the six-pack abs in his Ferrari. "Wednesday, it was the mature Alpha who reeks of cigars and has eyes that look like they want to devour you in his Bentley. Yesterday, it was that old gentleman with the monocle who's into domination in his Rolls-Royce." She shoves the photos right in the faces of the surrounding women. "Clearly, she didn't come here to study, but to find a sugar daddy." Despite the crystal-clear pictures showing me in those cars, I can't reveal that the men with me are my obsessively controlling older brother, my hot-tempered uncle, and my great-uncle. Respectively, they are the Alpha King of Lumin, the Chief Justice, and the Chair of the Elders' Council. The surrounding male werewolves burst into laughter, their eyes roaming over my thighs. "Hey, Luminian doll, how much for one night? I'd like a taste of you too." They have no idea that these men they're fantasizing about as my sugar daddies are actually the werewolf elders they can least afford to mess with in this lifetime.

He's carrying a name no one hasn't heard of. A name written in books. A name defined by history. And no one can reject him except the girl with a yellow ribbon in her hair. Will history repeats itself? Or a new story will be written?

The ambulance that's carting a pregnant woman is currently racing down the highway. The pregnant woman's water has already broken, which means she's in a dire situation right now. As I clutch the steering wheel tightly, I make sure to press the gas pedal all the way to the maximum. But the hospital director, Corey Johnston, who has tagged along for the ride, suddenly issues an order. "Pull up at the rest stop ahead." I'm momentarily stunned by the order. But I soon protest anxiously, "The patient can't afford to wait at all! She and her baby might die anytime soon!" Corey merely waves a hand impatiently. "Who's the one calling the shots here—me or you? I've been dabbling in the medical world for 30 years! As if a driver like you know better than me!" Thinking that Corey needs to go to the bathroom urgently, I soon park at the rest stop. But I witness him strolling into a supermarket leisurely, only to come out with two huge bags of snacks a long time later. "I bought my daughter the local specialities. She loves snacks like these the most." As Corey speaks, he tosses the snacks and his phone onto the front passenger seat. His phone screen flickers to life due to an accidental contact, which reveals the wallpaper of the lock screen. It's a photo of Corey and his daughter. I frown at the sight as my breath hitches in my throat. Why do I have a feeling that Corey's daughter looks quite similar to the pregnant woman in the ambulance right now?

For five years of our marriage, Matthew Spark was my entire world. I abandoned my career, severed ties with my family, and molded myself into the perfect wife for him. I believed our love was unshakable, and that our marriage certificate was the ultimate proof of it. Until the day I saw him with my own eyes—holding another woman in his arms as he stepped into our home. “Ava, let me introduce you,” he said, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. “This is Sophie Spears, and her daughter, Ella. They’ll be living here from now on.” I froze. I had seen her face before—tucked in the drawer of his desk, in his wallet, even as the wallpaper on his phone. And in that instant, I realized the cruel truth: I was the unnecessary outsider. The interloper. The greater insult came when I confronted him. He calmly produced a marriage certificate—his and Sophie’s marriage was three months before ours. That was the moment I learned my marriage had been nothing but a farce. That I wasn’t even significant enough to be a mistress. And in that moment, I laughed. Oh, Matthew. Did you forget who the largest investor in Spark Enterprise was?

Steven Lambert claimed my mother almost killed his wife and daughter, branding me as a sinner from birth. For twenty years, he and his family tormented me in the name of atonement. I was forced into a cruel marriage with the vile Caleb Carpenter in Cindy's place, only to suffer a tragic end. Only then did the Lamberts realize I was their daughter. Yet all this time, the very existence they believed to be a sinner enjoyed their bottomless affection and adoration.

Thirty years ago, a progressive rock band called The Yellow Kings began recording what would become their first and final album. Titled “The Final Reconciliation,” the album was expected to usher in a new renaissance of heavy metal, but it was shelved following a tragic concert that left all but one dead. The sole survivor of that horrific incident was the band’s lead guitarist, Aidan Cross, who’s kept silent about the circumstances leading up to that ill-fated performance—until now. For the first time since the tragedy, Aidan has granted an exclusive interview to finally put rumors to rest and address a question that has haunted the music industry for decades: What happened to The Yellow Kings? The answer will terrify you. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing