Meet Alex Cooper, the bookworm and so not popular teenage girl who wishes to have the boy she could never have. But her dream started to come true when she is the only one who can see the ghost of her crush after he had an accident and went into coma. But would this dream be the kind she wants to wake up from?
It was a pleasant friday morning, the sky was blue like never before as the warm sunshine gleamed gracefully on my skin. I could hear a dog barking continuously from a distance, people chattering as they walked by and I just tapped my feet on the ground relentlessly. It felt like it was just the perfect morning for a teenager for a teenage girl like me but it really wasn't because I felt I might get to school late if my brother didn't come out of the house in few moments. I was dressed in a blue jean and a grey long sleeve shirt with a jacket over my shirt.
My hair was packed in a ponytail style but not in a very neat way and I had no makeup on but I had my glasses on. My glasses were as big as the reading glasses in the 80s, which made me look more nerdy. I patiently waited for my brother to come out of the house, while I kept wondering who was the girl between I and my brother. My brother always took forever to come out of the house everyday while I wait for him outside and stare at people going and coming especially the house opposite ours. I was already used to it that I sometimes forgot that I was even going to school or waiting for my annoying brother. I didn't have a choice but to wait for my him since he was the one driving me to school. We both owned the car because our parent could only afford one for their cute little twins but no one could ever know the car also belonged to me because my brother was always driving. He never allowed me to drive whenever we were going to school. "I told you to get more milk" A woman yelled across the street. "We have enough milk for God sake" her husband replied. "I don't care, I just want more milk in this house." She yelled again. Obviously she was heavy with a baby in her stomach and seemed to soon deliver. "I don't care, just get the milk. I don't want those milk in the fridge. My baby needs fresh milk" "Okay...I'll get the milk after work" her husband replied "No, get it nowww...." she bursted into tears. I really didn't get why she had to cry over the milk. Maybe it was because pregnant women were just like that. "Come on sweetie...." her husband moved closer to her and hugged her "don't cry, I promise to get the milk. Ok" "Ok" she became calm all of a sudden and I think I smiled that moment. "But I need to be at work now, I'll get it when coming home" he said in a pitiful way. "I hate you....go away, I don't ever wanna see your face again" she pushed her poor husband away with speed and she started to cry again. "Come on honey...please" her husband pleaded as he tried to get a hold of her. I giggled softly as I watch the two go on and on about the milk issue, it happened every morning between both of them but the husband seems patient that is why he had not been able to run away from his pregnant wife's madness. I soon got tired of watching when I felt a slight pain in my head, I gently rubbed my head with my hand like I was massaging it. I had been feeling the pain ever since I woke up that morning but I thought it would go in no time. I adjusted my glasses, looked at my wrist watch and noticed I was really getting late for school "oh no....come on Max" I whispered to myself as I bit down on my lower lip. Shortly after, my brother walked out of the house, looking cute and macho in his tight jeans; which didn't really look that good on him, his hair was dark and shinny, he sure must have spent hours on it to make it look so good. Despite looking good, it somehow irritated me. Everything about Max irritated me. Ughh!!! He smirked as he walks closer to me with his backpack over his shoulder. I slightly shook my head and raised my brow as the sight of seeing my brother walking majestically like we still had enough time to make it to school. "Enjoying the morning show?" Max asked hopping to annoy me a little more. He was good at making fun of me and frustrating me. He really didn't care that we were siblings or twins. "You know...I've been wondering who the lady is between us because I get to finish before you and even wait for years before you come out of the house" I said raising my brow sternly at him. "Wait...what?" Max placed his right hand behind his ear pretend not to hear what I just said "what did you say? So you still think you're a girl?" He scoffed "dear sister when last did you even used the mirror? 'Cos if you have been using it, you would know exactly what you look like right now" I looked at myself and wished I could really see my face at that moment. Did I really look that bad? I narrowed my eyes at him and wish I could get him for what he said "I'll make you eat your words" I furrowed my brows at him. I hated my brother but there was really no way I could get back at him. He was always two steps ahead of me in mischiefs. "Oh yeah?" Max asked knowing I just made an empty threat. "I've been winning like one thousand times and you have won zero times, so..... I don't think so" "I hate you" I yelled and kicked my feet "I doubt that too....just get in or you'll find your way to school on you own" "I also have a right to this car, you know that right?" I said "Who cares?" Max scoffed. "I'm telling dad to take the car" I threatened. Like I would really do that. "You wouldn't" Max said with confidence knowing he has something to back himself up "except you want Tia to know how you feel about her boyfriend" "Uhh..." I looked at him with disgust. He was just so evil. Tia was a cheerleader in my school and she was the girlfriend of the school soccer team captain. Well her boyfriend happened to be the boy I was crushing on and I wouldn't be too good for me if Tia found out. No one wants to mess with anyone in the cheerleading team. "Since when have you been crushing on him? Since he was born?" Max asked jokingly. He was really having fun with it that morning. "Just shut up, Max" "Oh..." he snapped his fingers "I think I know, before his dad met his mum. Yea" he laughed out loud. I stood still, staring and thinking of what to do to my brother. I wish I could shove some carrots into his throat, maybe that will shut him up. "Don't look at me like that, okay. Get into the car now" Max said and hopped into the car. I stood still on a spot without moving thinking of what to really do with my brother. He could see the hate I felt for him at that moment but he wasn't bothered "hurry up" he shouted I got into the car angrily, slammed the door and fasten my seat belt. Max fastened his seat belt too, started the car and zoomed off caring less about how I felt. That moment, I wanted to kill my brother...
It was a big day for Camilla. She looked forward to marrying her handsome groom. Unfortunately, he abandoned her at the altar. He never showed up throughout the wedding. She was made a laughingstock in front of all the guests. In a fit of rage, she went and slept with a strange man on her wedding night. It was supposed to be a one-night stand. To her dismay, the man refused to let her be. He pestered her like she had stolen his heart on that night. Camilla didn't know what to do. Should she give him a chance? Or just stay away from men?
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.
She escorted her husband to be crowned as the Emperor, but the day he took power became the day all her family members were slain brutally. She was reborn five years ago when her parents were healthy and alive, and she was unmarried. Above all, nothing started yet. Ye Muxi swore to take her revenge to eliminate all the regrets she committed in her previous life. Carrying the memories she collected for these five years, a weak Miss, who always got bullied, had transformed attractively. She protected her younger brother and stamped on the scum cheater. She took every step seriously and always took action first. However, how did she accidentally enthrall this scheming and handsome Royal Master? She killed people, and he set the fire. She poisoned someone, and he killed others. If she was willing to love only one person in the world, then he would spoil her all her life and stay with her forever. … … A couple, both invincible, held hands together. He would be loyal to her until he died.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"