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.
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
"Miss Brown, I am the butler here at your service," the butler replied. "My master wants to buy the baby in your belly." "What?!" Does that mean the abortion didn't take place? Did they kidnap her from the operating table just to buy the baby? But why her? "You..." Alice was about to ask a question, but the man in front of her calmly continued, as if he had expected her question, "You're pregnant with his child, and he needs a child. That's all I can tell you." Alice was forced to sign a surrogacy contract and eight months later gave birth to two healthy babies. Fortunately, the man was unaware of her daughter's existence. It wasn't until five years later that fate brought them together again...
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."