They say fate leads those who are willing but must force those who are not. But what if one's fate ends in disaster?. Will it be wrong to desire to change it or must one be forced to accept the cruelty of life? This is the story of a flower whose fate lies in a promise.
Lightning ripped through the night sky, bringing with it the promise of an impending rainstorm. All over the village of Shèngsuo, farmers sat in their beds at home, hoping for the rain to fall and bring life to their crops in the field. The streets were mostly empty, the population of the village having retired for the night. Only a few night stalls are open and the traders hung hurricane lamps inside to shed light on their wares.
A black wagon pulled by two horses rolled down a street, its wheels disturbing the silence of the night. As it passed, all the open stalls in its path quickly closed up as their owners recognized the wagon. It was over that had brought suffering on many of the traders in the village. When it went past them without stopping, many traders sighed in relief. It seemed that the heavens were lenient with them tonight despite what the weather might suggest. In front of the wagon, the rider gripped the reins tightly, his face set in a grimace. He was not supposed to be doing this right now. His normal job included exploitative raids on the villagers for food and funds for his organization.
Recently he had been tasked by his employer to transport something very valuable and had been ordered to bring the item unfailingly tonight. When the order had come, he had been surprised and scared at once. His role in the organization was not a vital I've and none of the higher ups usually cared about what he did, so long as he produced results that satisfied them. Now that he had been given such an important task directly from their leader, he would make sure he did not fail.
Not that he could afford to. His leader was not a merciful individual.
The wagon came to a halt in front of a large black gate guarded by armed guards with large sheathed swords slung across their backs. The gate was the only entrance into the wagon's destination: a large compound containing four buildings linked together to form a square. In the middle of the square, there was a tower-like structure that was obviously the most important part of the whole thing. The entire place was fenced by fifteen feet tall walls and guards stood along the walls, ready to draw their swords at any sight of an uninvited guest.
From the outside, the compound looked like a well fortified army garrison but it actually served a different purpose. It was the dwelling place of a very deadly individual, a person whose very name struck terror into the hearts of even the bravest of warriors.
The rider came down and walked up to the guards at the gate, his face so set in a frown. He rolled up his sleeve to reveal the dark jade tattoo in his forearm. It was a sign that bound all members of the association to its creator.
"I've pledged myself to fufil Her wishes," he recited the secret password to them. Two guards nodded and stepped back to open the heavy metal gate. The man all but ran back to his wagon and tugged on the reins to direct the horses inside. The gates shut behind them with a loud clang and the man shuddered slightly. He had never been into the organization headquarters before and he did not want mess up on his first time.
Thee wagon moved slowly to the front of the building facing the gate and he quickly got down and moved to the back to retrieve the precious cargo. It was a beautiful ornate chest that had good mosaic drawings imprinted on its body. The edges were smooth and several precious stones decorated the box, giving it an old but exquisite appearance. The chest sat in the middle of the dark room of the wagon atop a red velvet cushion.
The man stopped and went back to his seat to get the lamp that hung in the front of his wagon. Returning with the lamp for slightly better illumination, he took hold of the chest by its handles. The skin of his hands glistened with a light sweat as he carefully lifted the chest out of the wagon. His entire attention was on the item he was carrying, making him completely oblivious to the four dark figures hanging at the four corners of the wagon's ceiling. They were perfectly still, their chests rising every so slightly with each intake of breath. The figures were dressed in black clothing with their heads wrapped with a black cloth as well, leaving only their eyes glinting with the light from the lamp as they watched the man take the chest out of the wagon.
A small breeze blew past the man and snuffed out the light of the lamp. An indescribable fear creeped into his heart as he felt the sensation of being watched. Quickly he placed the chest back into the wagon and fished about in his pockets for a matchbox. Finding one, he struck a match and relit the lamp. Its yellow light filled the small room in the wagon again, only this time there was nothing inside except the chest. The man's actions became hurried as he took the chest and closed the wagon. He walked up to the front door of the building with the chest in hand and knocked once. A few seconds later, the door slid backwards to open and reveal a hefty muscular man wearing only a pair of loose trousers and a simple shirt that clung tightly to his form. He stared down at the delivery man hardly and the smaller man nearly cowered in fear.
"Do you have it?" The hefty man asked in a booming voice.
"Y-yes, I-I do... it's in here," the man replied shakily and held up the chest. The muscular man looked at the chest in an appraising manner. Once he was convinced, he stepped aside with a grunt of approval for the man to pass. The wagon rider swallowed deeply and walked in, his mission having been without a hitch so far.
The large man put his head out to look around the compound for any unfamiliar sight. On finding none but the recently arrived wagon, he turned around to go back inside. A soft whistle cut through the silence as a long metal chain extended from the darkness behind him and wrapped itself tightly around his neck., immediately cutting off his air supply and silencing his voice. Before he could even do anything about it, the chain was drawn back sharply with enough strength to drag him as well despite his size, into the darkness outside.
The soft sound of a rapidly twisted neck sounded and everywhere feel silent one more. Then, like formless phantoms, four shadows slipped into the building quickly and silently. The encounter had been so quick and quiet that none of the guards patrolling the inside walls had noticed anything. The door that had been left open was gently pushed close by a soft breeze that merely ruffled the flower bushes planted in the compound.
They've kept the world safe for centuries. Working from the shadows, culling the numbers of those who might threaten humanity. Now asked to work alongside the very ones they used to call prey, will they find middle ground for peaceful coexistence? Or will the ever increasing forces of darkness use this opportunity to achieve their aims?
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
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."
Endless caresses, endless kisses. Clinging to him as if her life depended on it, her body ached for more and she arched into the touch to receive more, more pleasure. "Oh darling, you taste so delicious, I can't get enough." He rubbed himself against her, telling her how much he wanted her, his deep, gruff voice resonating in her head. Her body also desired him. "Come for me, baby," He gave the order, and her body obeyed, following his command. "No!" she yelled, opening her eyes abruptly. Feeling confused and guilty, she gasped and sat up in bed. Scarlett's life takes an unexpected when she discovers that she is pregnant by a stranger with whom she had a one-night stand. She was humiliated and disowned by her parents. She ran away from the pack to start a new life. Will Scarlett find her way back to the father of her kids? What happens when he finds her and does everything possible to make her his? Will they scale through the challenges that life would throw at them? ***** Scarlett wakes up in bed with a stranger and doesn't even remember how she got there. She later discovers that the man she spent that night with was the Lycan King.
"I will work for you till I pay back the amount in full.. I want to be a maid.. Please… I don't want to be a breeder" I started to plead once everyone left the ward.. He saw her begging but his stone cold heart didn't melt. "I never tasted a weak duckling Alpha.." He smirked and walked toward me.. I walked back with fear till I hit the wall. "I am not weak." I said in a low tone and tried to push him away.. But his solid body didn't move an inch.. I could not breathe properly because of his aura.. "I will make you beg me for pleasure…" His words disgusted me. I didn't talk back as his Alpha tone was overbearing.. I felt weak wherever he was touching me.. "You will be my toy till you get pregnant.." I turned my head away with disgust but he touched my cheek roughly and caught my chin. He made me look into his eyes.. His hand covered my neck and gripped it hard.. "I will come to you every night to f**k you.." His eyes became devilish as if he was looking at his prey.. Suddenly I felt scared of him more.. and my breathing became suffocating.. He is pressing my windpipe to make me suffer… My eyes become red while I shake my head slowly... "No… no.." I murmured and I forgot to breathe in his presence.. He was scaring hell out of me.. "Girl.. You will be lucky if you get pregnancy soon otherwise I will have my ways to f**k you.." I dropped my eyes not able to hear such f***y words.. Tears rolled down my cheeks when he loosened his grip.. I don't want to believe that my father sold me as a breeder.. I can't accept it.. "If you agree or not.. it doesn't matter.. spread your legs when I come to you.." He pushed me back again and the tip of his nose touched my cheek while I looked at him scarily.. He nibbled on the crook of my neck and kissed my sensitive places… "Remember I am your Alpha from now on and don't you dare to say no…" he said huskily and pushed me back fiercely.. His cruel and harsh words made me fall back on the ground..
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
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.