Being a poor part-timer, Tynan could only afford a rip-off version of the i-phone called the G-phone. Never in his wildest dreams would he think of getting married to his phone - to be more precise, the thing living in his phone. She claims to be the E-Ghost residing in the G-phone who surpasses AI like Cortana simply because she possesses intellect of her own. Meet Laura, the ghost that lives in a cell phone. Part spirit and part technology, she makes the perfect life companion Tynan could ever ask for. Their problem? The G-phone is on a one year warranty. While they are busy overcoming their dimensional love barrier, G-phone calls. They want to take the phone back. Can Tynan and Laura 'live' happily ever after? ***
Tynan looked at the clock as he waved goodbye to yet another customer. Why did time go by so slowly today? There were still ten more minutes before he could clock out. Normally, the part-timer would have enjoyed working any extra hours at all. The money he earned would have been useful for paying bills and rent. However, that was any other day. Today, Tynan just wanted to head back home. He just received an SMS from the courier company that they'd left his long-awaited package at his doorstep. The convenience store cashier simply wanted to run home to unbox his latest purchase - the G-phone.
Slowly but surely, it was time to go home. Tynan threw off his apron and rushed to the lockers. It didn't matter if he toppled over a box of cup noodles, his co-workers would sort that out. Instead, the glasses-wearing part-timer apologised and ran off with his backpack. Kamie shook her head. Tynan was a great guy when he worked but he could be quite the klutz sometimes. She sighed and picked up the fallen cup noodles and wondered if Tynan had found himself a girlfriend for real this time. The technology university graduate was good with his hands but when it came to relationships, Kamie didn't think he was the brightest about what girls wanted.
As feet thundered on the pavement, Tynan felt his heart race in excitement. So what if he wasn't rich enough to afford an i-phone? The G-phone was a relatively unknown brand that could do exactly the same things the i-phone does. As a graduate of Information Technology, Tynan had faith in his technical knowledge. He read all the tech specs and researched for consumer reviews. This G-phone was godsent for poor people like him. This purchase is also probably the first thing that had gone right for him ever since he graduated with his degree.
Jamming his keys into the familiar door, Tynan let himself in. There was no need to turn on the lights as the bulb had blown a few days back. The part-timer simply didn't have enough time to get a replacement for it yet. Besides, it was late afternoon, he could make do with the sun. The light from the monitor was bright enough at night anyway, it wouldn't make a real difference.
The six feet tall man kicked his dirty sneakers off and bent down to pick up the box by the shoe rack outside. Yes, the box was addressed to him and already, Tynan could tell that G-phone's company took pride in its brand. The box had G-phone printed all over it and a small quote introducing their company's slogan on the top.
"G-phone - the revolution for lonely people... what's that supposed to mean?" Tynan frowned. According to the marketing campaign, the G-phone was like a lover. It would always be by the owner's side and basically worked as a digital personal assistant. But making such a statement... Was the company taking it too far?
Regardless, Tynan started unboxing his phone carefully, not wanting to damage it at all. He had the phone cover and screen protector ready beforehand. These were must-haves and a true man would never compromise on protection against scratches. If the phone was like the wife then a man must cherish it like how he would cherish his wife.
With gentle hands, Tynan placed on the tempered glass protector expertly. Truth be told, if the convenience store didn't pay him better, he would have worked at a mobile phone store to help people replace screens and paste protector sheets. Nothing brought him better joy than caring for products of technology.
After the protector was on, Tynan fit the leather phone cover casing and smiled. It was a perfect fit and the colour suited it perfectly. Usually, people would be satisfied with that but for Tynan, the initiation ritual would not be complete without a name. So far he'd named his computer, his laptop, his keyboard, mouse and old phone. Now that his old phone of four years was dying on him, it was time to say goodbye and welcome a new member into his harem.
"What should I call you?" Tynan blinked at the G-phone. Names like Sandy and Yuki were already used. His last phone was Ruby and the new phone needed something special. He just knew that buying himself a G-phone would be the biggest turning point in his life. Tynan never had the money to treat himself to expensive food or clothes. His computer was also salvaged from parts and built together from scratch. G-phone was the first luxury product he bought for himself so it had to be something special.
"Laura... The name means victory and I like starting the new chapter of my life on the right foot. With you around, let's accomplish great things together, shall we?"
Unknown to Tynan, something magical happened the moment he said that. The man was happy to plug the new phone in for it to charge while he went for a shower but the phone flickered to life even with zero percent battery.
On the screen, an image of a girl started to rub her eyes and look around. The girl had pink hair tied up with a bandana that was decorated with a cute skull. She wore a red tracksuit and looked very athletic. If anyone recognised her, they would know her as the Princess of the Dirt Track from five years ago who met a freak accident during one of her stunts. Her name was Laura and she was a professional dirt biker who performed stunts all across the globe before she vanished at the age of nineteen.
Laura was perplexed. She was staring into an enlarged version of someone's messy room when she woke up. The last thing she remembered doing was flying through the air before a rookie came slamming into her with the front wheel of his bike from the side.
"What the fuck?"
Amanda Lucifer is the archmage of Time Cross Academy - the best school for all kinds of species. She oversees the best kind of education for her students who are future heirs to their clans or countries as the principal but more importantly, Amanda has a job to keep the population growing. The grand archmage of Time Cross Academy supports love in all forms and mating season is the best season to catch romance in action. Every year, clans and countries will send their sons and daughters to Time Cross Academy with their children's application form as well as an identification certificate that includes their second gender traits. This year is no different and the archmage looks forward to greeting her new students and tying a few red threads. Hormones will fly, clans will get allied, mates will be bonded. Everything that happens at Time Cross Academy happens for a reason and nobody shall question the archmage. Let the mating season begin! ***
In a world ruled by criminals, civilians live a shit life. A cook gets shot to death for saving a man's life and gets an audience with God. “Civilians are humans too!” he complained. As compensation, God shoved him into the body of Zen Taro - the Taro Family’s useless third young master. Given the ability to learn at hyperspeed, Zen has to find a way to survive this crazy deathtrap of an academy. Armed with only his superior gaming, civilian common sense and cooking skills, watch him survive the crazy VR battle royale in true Zen Fashion. Advanced chapters on Patreon!
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
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Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
Jennifer Bennett, the rightful heiress to the Bennett legacy, fought hard for her family's recognition, only to be eclipsed by an impostor. Faced with false accusations, bullying, and public humiliation, Jennifer eventually gave up trying to win their approval. Vowing to rise above the injustice, she became the bane of those who wronged her. The Bennett family's efforts to break her only fueled her success, leading her to heights her rivals could only dream of. Someone asked, "Do you feel let down by your parents?" With a calm smile, Jennifer said, "It doesn't matter. In the end, power prevails."