Queen Maebh has much to prove in this man's world. Will she find a way to lead Ireland to it sovereignty or will she fall to the fate of so many other woman, married and fat with having to share her wealth with her husband.
Maebh face slid along the dirt, the sound of men's laughter hurting more than the skin coming off her face. She gritted her teeth and spun out her leg as she whirled around. Her foot connected with the knee with a satisfactory crunch. The man's face went from mocking laughter to agony as he dropped to the ground. The silence was deafening as Maebh lifted herself of the ground. Her face was turning a bruised purple with raw bloody streaks where she had slid along it. She stood over the fallen man.
"Yield?" She inquired as she watched him whimper beneath her. He sneered at her, so she placed her foot upon the twisted knee. His scream ripped the air. "Yield?" She offered again. This time he nodded desperately wanting release from her cruel foot. "You must speak aloud, for all to hear" Maebh said putting more pressure on his knee. The man turned ashen but choked out "I yield!" loud enough for the company of fighters to hear. Maebh stepped back releasing the pressure on his knee. She turned and collected her weapons, and without saying anything word she left the warriors fighting ring.
Eochaid Feidleach, her mother came to find Maebh at the well. She had heard about the fight at the warrior ring. Her daughter face was still beautiful despite the ugly bruises that marked it. Always so much to prove, her Maebh. She supposed it was what had come from raising her in Rathcroghen, the warriors den. The site of Rathcroghen stretched 8 miles wide and bristled with Ireland's finest army. At the age of 14, her Maebh had been taught by the finest warriors Connaught had to offer. Still though, she had to prove herself daily, pitting her skills against men twice her size. Stroking Maebh's fiery hair, she enticed her daughter to speak to her, "Tell me what happened, a chroi?'.
Maebh looked up at her mother. Her eyes filled with tears, 'He had grabbed me by the hair, and he forced his fingers between my legs. I could do nothing but spit into his face, mother. That is when his fist connected with my face. I wasn't supposed to fight in the warriors ring today. But I began to fight, I lost because I was enraged. I lost because I wanted to hurt him. The anger marred my judgement. Suddenly I found he had thrown me across the ring. It was the laughter mother, that hurt the most. But the laughter reminded me of all my training so I took him at the knees and showed no mercy until he submitted to me." Maebh's voice quivered as she told her mother the details. The softness of her mother's hand stroking her hair allowed her to feel the vulnerability that she felt. Tears dripped down her chin.
Eochaid Feidleach patiently wiped her daughter's tears. "You my girl are meant for the greatest of lives. They will write stories of your deeds and you are to shake this island when you come to rule. These things are your forging, these things are your strength. These things will remind you that you will not show weakness, especially in the face of a man. How I wish for you a softer life, but that is not your path. When you were still in my womb, the mighty druid Cathbad foretold blood painting the picture of your life. This is why you've been raised in Rathcroghen among the fiercest of warriors. It is too make you strong enough to live your life painted in blood. You will fight till the day you die Maebh, and maybe even after death will your fight continue. But know this, I wrap you in a mother's love, and with me you can show your colours of vulnerability." With that, she took her daughter to her bosom and held her as Maebh's sobbing shook them both.
Billionaire Bennett Graham urgently needed a wife to close a business deal but his fiancée wasn't ready to tie the knots yet. So his grandmother picked the most unassuming maid for him. Everything was supposed to go incredibly well, and all he had to do was wait until he divorced her a year later. But after seeing Maliyah's ocean eyes.it wasn't looking simple anymore. *** Before I could get her up, it was as if she felt the light and an uncomfortable sound came out of her mouth. "Uh-huh..." She raised her hand to cover her eyes. But I didn't have time to wait for her to wake up, so I told her to "Get Up." My voice seemed to scare her, and her light-fearing eyes suddenly widened and she kept moving to the corner. The only voice in the quiet art room was her fear-filled voice, "No...please...go away...don't come close to me." She was afraid of me? I hadn't even spoken to her before, what was she afraid of? This was definitely not going to work, I couldn't talk to her if she couldn't calm down. Then I moved closer to her, my hand on her trembling shoulder, and I whispered soothingly "Calm down.I'm not going to hurt you.I'm not going to hurt you."I assured and then she moved her hair away from her face as if to stare at me properly. Our eyes met.It was that moment. It felt as if I was enchanted for a moment. Those ocean eyes were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
When they met again, Jason cast aside his paranoia and pride, warmly embracing Chelsey. "Please, come back to me?" For three years, she had been his secretary by day and his companion by night. Chelsey had always complied with his requests, like an obedient pet. However, when Jason declared his plans to marry another, she chose to stop loving him and to let go. But life took unexpected turns. His unyielding pursuit, her pregnancy, and her mother's greed gradually pushed her to the brink. Eventually, she endured tremendous suffering. Five years later, when she returned, she was no longer the woman she once was. Yet he had spiraled into five years of chaos.
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.
RATED 18+ (WARNING) - EXPLICIT SCENES. "Strip for me" the beastly alpha called, his voice echoed from his dark cell, causing a shiver to go down her body. She couldn't fight the way her body reacts to him. Her nipples harden from his touch. "I can smell your wetness omega" he mutters, his hands tracing under her skirt till he feels up her wet jeweled folds, causing a hiss from her lips as his fingers push in. He whispers to he ears, a voice filled the dangerous promise "you are mine" .******. Elise Aldermen is the daughter of the Silvernight Pack's chief alpha. She has waited her whole life for her marriage ceremony, hoping it would be the best day of her life. However, she gets the shock of a lifetime when her betrothed coldly rejects her and makes her a slave after finding out her true origins, even though they were already bound. Not Not only is she claimed to be a bastard on her mating day, but she is also disowned and rejected by her pack and mate. Elise's life turns into a nightmare as she is thrown into the dungeons as the cruel alpha's slave, only to be handed off to his greatest beastly champion, who dwells in the dark cells. Elise soon discovers that the beast she is now forced to be marked and bound to is more than a monster; this beastly alpha could also be her fated mate.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.