Sophia Miller and Jim Brown were a loving couple that everyone envies in their high school. At that time, though they had different family backgrounds. They loved each other deeply. They had made a promise to enter the same university and get married after graduation. But things changed so fast. They were too young to resist the cruelty of life. Sophia broke up with Jim for her mother's disease. Later, they had no connection at all for seven years. Seven years later, Jim comes across Sophia who is working in a bar and is being harassed by several hooligans, he is uncontrollably angry. So he beats the hooligans severely. At that time, he knows that he still loves Sophia. So does Sophia. The seven-year vacancy is just like a dream.
"Barmaid, who do you think you are?"
Four, five men surrounded Sophia Miller. Leading them was a man with a gloomy face. "What, you wouldn't have fun with me for one night?" He looked down at her.
In the magnificent hall, people were either noble or rich, and sexy barmaids were around them. At that moment, the commotion at the center of the hall had attracted the most attention.
However, when they saw those sturdy men, they silently looked away.
Sophia exerted strength to her tray-carrying hand, "Sorry sir, I think I've made it clear. I'm a barmaid and not a prostitute."
"Don't overrate yourself!" The leader looked sullener and gripped Sophia's wrist forcefully.
Under a jerk, Sophia staggered and fell to the ground. The wine on the tray was knocked over, staining the man's shoes and trousers.
"Lick them clean." The man took a gloomy look at his shoes, stretched out his foot, and demanded slowly.
"You're going too far!" Sophia gritted her teeth, raised her head, and glared at the man.
"Too far?" The man narrowed his eyes, "Really?"
Following his voice, Sophia felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, grunted, and sank to the floor.
"What's going on?" A man asked from above with a tinge of impatience in his deep voice.
The voice...
As soon as the pain subsided, she found the voice familiar. Her heart gave a physical lurch, and she paused abruptly from getting up.
Was it... him?
"Mr. Brown?" The man drew back his foot, "Excuse my poor manners, I'm teaching this ignorant girl a lesson."
Sophia raised her head slightly and saw through her disheveled hair a familiar face.
Compared with seven years ago, his face now looked mature. His features became more sculpted and dashing.
Jim Brown, was it really you?
Sophia looked blankly at the face that frequently appeared in her dreams. An innocent and gentle smile was always on his face.
She hadn't expected to see him again after seven years, but... her current condition was such a mess.
"Sophia?" Jim lowered his head for a glance at the woman at his feet. A flash of amazement crossed his face, but a scornful smile followed.
He hadn't seen her face for seven years. On heavy makeup, she looked sexy and mature. A common barmaid uniform packed up her body.
A silver tube top and a Sheath dress short to the base of her thighs...
Her outfit somehow irritated him.
At such a place, she dressed up like this. Didn't she know her attraction to men? Or, she enjoyed it?
Startled, Sophia hastily lowered her head, involuntarily clenched her fists, and wished she could vanish into thin air.
"Mr. Brown, you know this b... woman?" The man asked nervously.
Jim sized up the girl on the floor and tittered, "No."
Sophia trembled at his indifferent voice.
No? In his eyes, she was just a stranger? Sophia gave a wry smile. It made sense since that incident happened...
"Well... Mr. Brown, I'm going to take this bitch away." The man said flatteringly, bent down, grabbed Sophia by the hair, and tried to take her away.
A painful grunt came out of her mouth and her heart sank. She couldn't let them do that!
Those men were notoriously tough. Once spotting their prey, they would spare no effort to get them. As for their fate, it was obvious to everyone.
She gritted her teeth, reached out, grabbed Jim by the end of his trousers, and looked up at him. Her dark pupils were imploring, and she begged softly, "Help me."
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, “She’s quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and you’re crossing me.” The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .