The bare toes touched the cold wooden floor, creating a gentle sound. The footsteps continued past avant-garde vases and shattered sketches, approaching from behind the man. But he was too engrossed in his artwork, unaware of the intruder entering the room. Not until the naked body of a young woman pressed against his back. Her smooth, white breasts, like inviting peaches, deliberately rubbed against his back, causing discomfort, intending to disrupt his painting. The man transformed into a wild, uncontrollable beast, disregarding the pain inflicted upon the person he knocked over. He lunged forward, ripping off the girl's dress and even tearing her panties. The girl's eyes sparkled, the brutal cruelty of the man driving her to a frenzy. "Ha... ha... ha!!! Sir... you're truly pitiful... Only I pity you..." The melodic voice of anguish echoed like a trap, enveloping the man and preventing him from escaping no matter how hard he tried. His inherent brutality and wickedness continued to grow and attack. He forcefully thrust his erect penis deep into the wet vagina of the girl. Each powerful thrust and push, like waves generating fullness from excitement.
Lam Hai, a small coastal town.
Here, there is a long beach with clear blue water, rows of coconut trees swaying in the wind on the golden sand. It was supposed to be an ideal place for tourists to come and relax.
However, due to the city's policies that have not yet prioritized domestic tourism and the lack of budget for extensive advertising like other coastal cities, the number of visitors to the beach during the summer is still very sparse.
As a result, the streets are not bustling, especially now that the school summer break has started and most families have gone to larger cities for vacation.
In the midst of the sun-drenched street, at half past three in the afternoon, the sun was still scorching.
Hana wore a cap, a black t-shirt, and long jeans that wrapped around her tall and slender figure. Perhaps because of her shoulder-length hair and big round eyes, she didn't look cool at all, but rather cute.
Hana wore sandals and pedaled her old and worn-out bicycle along the roadside. She sighed and paid no attention to the beautiful beach on the other side of the road.
Currently, she had a more important issue at hand than admiring the picturesque beach as advertised on the banners. Hana felt like she was about to fall into a trap.
Looking around, she didn't see any bike repair shops on both sides of the road, so she had to park her bike on the sidewalk.
Hana propped up her bike, sat down and leaned over, grabbing the pedal and trying to tighten it into the joint. Unfortunately, her strength was not enough, so she could only temporarily fix it, hoping to find a bike repair shop up ahead.
After finishing, she brushed her hands off and stood up, pushing the kickstand back and climbing onto the bike. She adjusted the paper tube hanging behind her. Today was the first day of Hana's drawing exam preparation class.
Hana had liked drawing since she was little, but it was just a casual hobby. She would often draw her favorite characters based on the comic book templates she read.
She had never thought seriously about pursuing a career in drawing. In fact, she was currently focused on preparing for the university entrance exam in the A group.
But for some reason, when she saw those paintings, the paintings by that man, she was captivated. An intense emotion arose from the depths of her heart, as if a small plant that seemed fragile only needed a drop of rain to make it grow and thrive.
The forgotten paintings lay silently covered in dust under the bed, and she never thought that he could create such beautiful images, only to deliberately let them be forgotten in darkness.
The beautiful but faded paintings were quietly rolled up and sold as scrap by someone.
Hana didn't stop or ask the man not to sell those priceless paintings for a cheap price. She just stood there silently, like someone being acupunctured, but her loyal eyes couldn't leave the man's figure.
She wanted to keep all those images in her limited memory. Her gaze couldn't express the man's emotions when he saw her discovering those paintings.
His eyes at that moment seemed to open up a distant and painful memory, filled with regret and temporary emotional excitement, but quickly dismissed by the man, like dust on the sidelines, leaving only the calm and indifferent gaze of everyday life.
But those images were so new and vivid that they deeply moved Hana. She wanted to paint, to capture the fleeting expressions of that man that she had quickly grasped. It was different from all the calm emotions she had seen before in him.
Clang. Hana clicked her tongue, looking at the broken pedal that couldn't resist the aging of time any longer. Despite her efforts to.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.