Zero No Tsukaima

Even on my hundredth proposal, Isabelle Cole still turns me down. We've been together for seven years. For the previous 99 proposals, she said her childhood friend isn't married yet, and she can't bring herself to break the promise they've made. Staring at the ring in my hand, I finally can't hold it in anymore. "If Ronald never gets married, are you going to keep him company forever? What am I to you?" Isabelle's expression turns gloomy in an instant. She snatches the ring and throws it into the river. "Ron and I made a promise when we were kids that we'd get married at the same time. How can I just abandon him? "And besides, is that piece of paper really all that important, Lucas? We've been together for seven years. What difference would it even make?"

My parents raised me like a princess from a fairy tale. I loved cake. Every day after work, Dad would bring home a small slice just for me. Mom bought a full set of ovens and baking tools and patiently learned how to bake, all so she could make cakes for me herself. Even later, when they adopted my cousin, a child no one else wanted, they would gently pat my head and say apologetically, "Sweetheart, it's just one more playmate for you. Mom and Dad's love for you will only grow, never lessen." But that day, when the lawyer was reading Grandma's will, I simply asked out of curiosity why my sister received more money than I did. Mom's eyes instantly turned red, and she slapped me hard across the face. "Her mother has passed away. She deserves to inherit two shares." "We've already given you all our love. Why are you still jealous of your sister?" From that day on, the parents who once treated me like a princess never smiled at me again. This time, all I did was help run the bathwater for my sister. She accidentally swallowed some water and choked. Mom grabbed my hair and shoved me into the oven. "How could I have given birth to such a vicious child? Being jealous of your sister isn't enough, now you're trying to drown her? "Stay in there and reflect on yourself. You can come out when you finally admit your mistake." Inside the oven, I panicked and tried to explain, but Dad, his face full of worry, interrupted me. "That's enough. Tanya has been coughing for a long time and it's not getting better. Take her to the hospital now." I heard their footsteps gradually fade away. But Mom, did you forget? Back then, to make cakes for me more conveniently, you set all the kitchen appliances to quick mode. They would automatically lock and start baking whenever they detected something inside. The temperature around me began to rise. The pain slowly made me lose consciousness. As my mind grew hazy, I thought to myself: If I reflect properly and behave well, Mom and Dad will surely love me again, just like before, won't they?

Aunque el Supremo regresa para pasar sus días en paz, todos lo menospreciaron. El día de su boda, con un movimiento de su brazo, convocó a los Nueve Grandes Dioses de la Guerra, quienes se dirigieron a él como su amo...

Three years into my marriage with Shawn, I found out I was pregnant. I nervously but joyfully prepared to surprise him with the news. Yet what I received was the news of Shawn’s accidental death. Devastated by the blow, I miscarried the child and killed myself in despair. However, after death, I saw him drinking and mocking me with his rowdy friends. “Samantha is so dumb. I can’t believe she really fell for that prank. Does she really think I’d be fooled by her? I’m not an idiot like her. What, she’s pregnant? If she was going to make up something to fool me, she should have at least made it more believable.” But our child really was gone, and I had really died.

La noche que le declaré mi amor, mi novia no podía parar de llorar. Decía algo sobre haber visto el futuro y que necesitaba que hiciéramos un pacto. —¿Por qué? —le pregunté. Ella respondió: —No recuerdo bien, solo sé que en el futuro me arrepiento mucho. —Rafael, pase lo que pase en el futuro, ¿me prometes que me darás tres oportunidades? ¿Sí? Claro que se lo prometí. La amaba profundamente. Pero con el tiempo, ella pareció olvidar por completo aquella promesa. Hasta que la vi meterse con su asistente y entonces empecé a entenderlo. En el momento exacto en que firmé los papeles del divorcio, una voz conocida resonó en mi mente. Era la Lorena de diecinueve años. Lloraba, suplicando: —Rafael, me lo prometiste que me darías tres oportunidades. ¿Verdad?

Mi esposo, comandante del batallón, me prometió que solo acompañaría noventa y nueve veces a su “amor de juventud”, Paula Ferrer, cuando su depresión se descontrolara. Pero cuando terminé de contar las noventa y nueve veces, lo vi abrazándola, él la sostenía fuertemente entre sus brazos. Después de eso, dejé de llorar y de intentar detenerlo cada vez que iba a buscarla. Solo le pedí un amuleto de protección como regalo para el hijo que estaba por nacer. Cuando mencioné al bebé, su expresión se suavizó un poco, era suave y tierna. —Espérame, volveré e iré contigo al hospital para el control prenatal. Yo solo asentí obediente. No le dije que, diez días atrás, ya había presentado la solicitud de divorcio en el registro civil. Ahora, estamos divorciados.

Clara Mallon experiences a moment of intense frustration after getting stood up by her boyfriend. This frustration left her emotionally charged and seeking an escape; one that she regrets after finding out who the stranger is. How can she move on from this stranger when he’s more tied to her life than she can ever imagine??

"He is no hero, but he is willing to fight for her..." Abigail fucking Howard! Typical sweet girl, a nerdy girl who always has that cute button nose of hers buried inside a book. She wants to be an author and she's got what it takes. She has also got her whole life planned out. Study, get her degree, then get an internship in some publishing company and work her way to becoming the best selling author. I could also see her getting married to some preppy rich guy who is going to be a lawyer and then they'd have two kids and live happily ever after, cool story right? Wrong! I was wrong because Abigail wants me and the crazy thing is I want her too! I have for a long time but the problem is I am not good enough for her and I am mixed up in too many fucked up shits to be the man she wants me to be. I am not the hero she reads in those romance books of hers, I am no hero and I'll never be!

I accidentally break the glass that my husband's true love gave to him. As punishment, he sends me to a place where the upper crust groom their playthings. He wants me to go there as an apology to his true love. I suffer inhumane treatment there. Later, I manage to escape and am brought to the hospital. That's where I find out I'm pregnant.

[Dark romance! R18!] “A MacKnight does not deserve anything good.” She responded. “And…” I pushed her, and she took in a deep breath and added, “A Macknight does not deserve mercy.” “And…” I pushed further, enjoying this rare moment of seeing Andromeda MacKnight breaking down in front of me. “MacKnigts are less than dogs.” Mmmmm! I’m impressed. “I would love to hear these words every morning when you wake me up” _________ Andromeda was willful but smart, intelligent, attractive, and had a powerful background to boot. Beneath those compliments lay a young girl who was just tired of everything. There was a controlling father, a jerk boyfriend she didn't dare to break up with, and a career she dared not flop. She bottled it all up until she couldn't hold it in anymore. Then she flipped. However, she chose the wrong person to pour her frustrations on. It destroyed his fragile paradise, taking so much more from him than she could ever imagine. Her carelessness brought her father's empire to its knees, and Andromeda MacKnight had to serve Luther Whitlock in every capacity he commanded. It was the only way to keep her family's heads on their necks. What would happen when Luther began to feel every pain he inflicted on her, wishing he could stop himself, but her face reminded him of every sleepless night he had had in the last five years? It seemed like love alone wasn’t enough to melt his stony heart.