"Since you have already agreed to the deal you must know that being my personal killer would mean that you have to listen to everything that I tell you to do. There will be punishments if you fail to follow this," he said, mirth swimming in his eyes taking Vevina by surprise. She wasn't prepared for this new twist and glaring at him she wretched her hand out of his hold and shouted, "You never said anything about that! And why the fuck would you kiss me with your filthy lips?" ~ Vevina Yaretzi doesn't believe in love. Why would she when all her life she had only been abused by every person that she had ever met including her parents. She is so suffocated by the torture that when her brain finally snaps she decides to fuck it and just kill her parents. She doesn't have a will to live and doesn't care what happens to her future. Sinking deep in her madness, alone, she finds her hand being gripped by another man who is pulling her out of the darkest parts of her mind...towards love? ~ Alastor Tynen is a ruthless Alpha famous for his cruelty when he finds out that he has been mated to an abused weak human or so everyone believes. She is unstable, chaotic and although human she has the potential to scare away werewolves like him only if she was honed right. He knows that the only way to make this crazy woman his is to clash against her craziness. The problem was his pack wouldn't accept a 'weak human' as their Luna and neither did Vevina seem in a state where she would love him or accept them. But Alastor is set on making her his. Would this love be possible?
"Ah you are a good fuck," the man looming over her smiled, staring into her teary eyes. There was fear mixed in with some disgust. He loved to see that look on her.
"P-Please leave me alone," she said, scampering to cover herself with her blanket to somehow put a barrier against her and the man. Her limbs ached from the movement as it would after a night that she spent with him.
"Hey, now that is no way to talk to your boyfriend," the man said leaning down to kiss her forehead.
The woman was once again surprised even though it was always the same. He would fuck her until she would almost become senseless and then sweet talk to her to make her forget all about it.
"Then why do you always do this Vlad? My whole body hurts," she complained, her eyes burning from the lack of sleep and the tears in general that had not once stopped since he had started to 'fill her with his love'.
"You are just too weak, Vev," he sighed in an almost annoying voice, making her shrink and look away embarrassed.
"I am sorry," she said, believing it to be her fault. Since Vlad had always been perfect then it must be her. It had always been her; she had been such a loser that no one liked her, not her family or her friends at school.
But Vlad did, so she needed to make him happy no matter what it took her. Even if it meant that her body was used like a rag doll.
'He only does this because he loves me.'
"You should be," he sighed, weaving a hand through her hair. "You know how much effort I go through for you, right? You don't appreciate me enough."
His face was handsome as always as she peered at it in the glow of her night lamp. She didn't know if she loved him yet but he did and she wanted to love him too but there were moments that scared her.
Suddenly gripping her hair tightly Vlad jerked her head back making her suppress a yell as the blanket fell from her palm and showed a bit of her bare body. "You are so lewd, Vev. One tug at your filthy hair and you start moaning like a wanton slut again."
It was moments like these which made her question everything.
"Oh but I love you for that baby," Vlad said once, climbing over her body and kissing her. She wasn't ready for another round. Her body had been aching too much to even breathe properly.
"Please not anymore," she begged in between the rushed kiss, her voice slightly raised. She realized her mistake a little too late by then Vlad had already replaced his lips to his hard calloused hand pressing down on her mouth. Although the kiss had been suffocating it had still been better than this painful and forceful suppression of her air supply being cut off.
She wanted to thrash around but she knew she would only be making it worse if she did and so lying still she waited for him to let her go.
"Are you fucking stupid? What would happen if your mother came in now?" Vlad hissed looking towards the door in expectance. The thought scared her because her dear Mom had no idea that she had a boyfriend much less that she was fucking him under the very same roof that they both lived in.
Vlad recognized the fear in her eyes again. It was more prominent in respect to her mother than it was with him. It did make him slightly jealous but as long as she stayed submissive he didn't care about anything else. "I only worry for you, Vev. If she comes in and finds you like this then she is going to hit you again and I don't want to see that happen. I love you."
"I love you too." She sniffled, happy that he was worrying for her but she wondered why he couldn't just make it hurt less so that she wouldn't have to shout out her pain. "I'll be careful from now on."
"Now be a good girl and turn around so that you can scream into your pillow as much as you want while I take you from behind," he said smiling at the busty newly turned adult before him.
For an eighteen year old she was too innocent and weak to question him or his love for her. It helped that she was raised in an abusive environment both in and out of the house.
Doing as he had said, she turned around and closed her eyes feeling him kiss her skin. She wondered if it was supposed to make her feel itchy. She had never been loved before so she had nothing to compare but why would people perform an act that would bring them discomfort?
"Stop thinking, Vev," Came the command from behind her. "I can hear the wheels in your head moving and it's not making me happy. I need your attention on me and on what I am doing to your body."
That brought Vevina back from her straying thoughts and focused on him again.
"Vlad, why can't you take me away from here? I don't want to live here anymore. The people don't love me and they don't treat me well. I don't think I can take it anymore," she repeated the same words that she had been saying for the past two months that she had met him, the night of her birthday.
She was expecting an answer but instead she heard a disgruntled groan and Vlad disentangled from her and moved away to wear his pants. Panicking she sat up, unbothered by the naked view of her body she was giving him.
"This is it. I am done with you. You just ruined my mood once again, Vev," he said, making her worry and apologize for the mistake she had committed.
She came up to him ready to pull him back to her bed when he pushed her back and said, "I love you Vevina. You have a great body and you are good at sex but I cannot deal with your whines anymore than this."
"No, Please Vlad. Stay, I am sorry. I will never ask you to help me again. So please stay," she said scared that the only one who had come to love her was also leaving her alone. It was dark so she wasn't sure but in times like this Vlad didn't even look human to her. She couldn't understand him and didn't know what she should do.
She was shivering and vibrating from the fear that he had aroused in her mind and although he loved to see it. He didn't want to entertain her any more for the night.
When she tugged at his t-shirt again he slapped her making her go tumbling down onto her bed making it creak slightly. This hadn't been new to Vevina. She had been slapped countless times before not only by him but by many others but just like every other time tears filled her eyes from the stinging pain and dribbled down her red cheeks.
"It's over you bitch! I can't fucking love you anymore; I am so tired of your greediness. Nothing is ever enough!" He snarled and just like how he would climb up to her room through the window he went out of it in a flash and disappeared into the night.
Vevina trembled from the sight obscuring slap that she had just been gifted with and looked out of the window. If this was what love was then she didn't need it anymore.
If this was how love made her feel she was better off without it.
On her wedding night, Natalie's stepmother set her up to marry Jarvis, a disfigured and disabled man. Fortunately, she managed to escape, but little did she know that later she would fall for the man she was betrothed to.Jarvis pretended to be a poor man, but he didn't think that he'd fall head over heels for this woman.Their life went on until one day, Natalie found out her boyfriend's little secret."Huh? How could you have billions of dollars' worth of assets?" she asked in disbelief.Jarvis didn’t know how to respond.Being met with silence, she gritted her teeth angrily. "They said that you couldn't walk, but as far as I can see, you're strong enough to run a marathon."Still, he remained silent.Natalie continued, "They even said that you only have a few years to live. What about now?"Finally, Jarvis opened his mouth to explain. "Honey, this is all just a misunderstanding. Please calm down. Think about the baby.""Jarvis Braxton!"The man knelt down immediately.
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
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.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?