skyline epic

Modern

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten.

Fantasy

Every hundred years, ten Zhan ghosts are released. They were sealed inside characters called vampires. Dante was the victim of the tenth ghost. On the day of his birth, this ghost was sealed inside him by his father before his death. Dante had a rough childhood and was hated by vampires. In order to

Romance

Outline for "Beneath the Skyline" Introduction Opening Scene: Ethan Blackwood, a 34-year-old tech billionaire, is introduced in his penthouse overlooking a vibrant city skyline. Establish his character: successful, isolated, and disillusioned with his luxurious lifestyle. Hint at his inner conf

Romance

WARNING: This Book Contains Explicit scenes And Adult Languages 🔞 Do you like reading steamy, naughty, dirty, and filthy romances?? If your answer is yes, get ready for the ultimate erotic excitement that will get your blood pumping and your ovaries twitching. This novel is a collection of shor

Romance

"I'm sure you want to have a taste of it. Now gently open your mouth and do what I'm sure you does best." He said and Julie's heart began to race. They were going too far now. "What are you doing? We never discussed this." "Yeah, and I won't force you. It's either you do it or I keep bullying you

Literature

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Short stories

(WARNING: 100% MATURE CONTENT/ NO FILTER) "You want daddy to fuck you like a slut that you are?" "hmm... aaarrgh.. yes daddy" "Now get on fours and open your cheeks for daddy" "ooo daddy! I want you all in me..." Prepare to indulge yourself in a space where lust, sin, and sexual debauchery have no b

Modern

I used to be the "Princess of Cohen Pharmaceuticals," but now I'm just a girl in a soaked coat trying to hide the rolls of fat that came with the stress of my family's bankruptcy. My fiancé, Kody, was the only thing I had left to hold onto. I walked into Kody's office looking for a shred of comfort

Fantasy

- Being the strongest does not guarantee him success. Can she rise on top and be with the girl he loves?

Modern

Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice

Literature

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