Aurora Blueish is not a normal daughter of her mother.
"Blue"
"Is it?" I asked mom, and then I gingerly moved over to where she was seated. When I got there, mom was facing away from me, and I was too nervous to approach her.
"C'mon, now. Mom then turned to me and said, "What I cooked was delicious, kid," and I moved back as she turned to me with blood still on her cheek. Mom was smiling at me the whole time.
He held out his hand in front of me, and I did nothing more than gaze at it.
The blood that was previously on mama's hand has now completely dried up, and her lips have a very pale appearance.
"There is no shame in you!" You are evil spirits! Please let me go! When I am finally unchained, I shall put an end to you personally! When I saw the man on the table with his wrists and feet bound, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Because of all the scars that are on his face, he is virtually unrecognizable. His face is covered in cuts and bruises.
I tried to stop the liquid from flowing out of my lips, but I was helpless.
Then she grabbed me by the elbow and seated me where mom had been sitting before, and I saw more of the man's body. When I vomited up, my mother gave me a dirty look, and then she sat me where mom had been sitting earlier.
I was able to see his inside organs, including a wriggling worm and a centipede scurrying around in there. His stomach was open.
I took another step back and ended up falling onto the chair as my mother was eating the fried pickle.
It's almost identical like pork, but it's not.
My mother feeds on the flesh of other people. Look at this.
"M-mama, I don't think I'm hungry. I said, "I'm going out," and then hurried out of the room. However, as soon as I exited the room, I heard a man screaming quite loudly before I was very far away.
"You swine! " Horrible beings! Demons of the earth! Horrible, repulsive animals! Oh, how cruel! After the man yelled, I just shut my eyes, put my hands over my ears, and exited the room as quickly as possible.
"Come here, you naughty kid!" Mama yelled and then fiercely attacked me, and the anguish of her staring eyes and holding to my little and frail arm came to me at that moment.
"I can't believe you don't want to eat what I've prepared!" I can't believe how tasty it is! My mother yelled at me before grabbing both of my shoulders and shaking my frail and feeble body.
"Mama. I mumbled, "I'm in pain," as tears streamed down my face one after the other as I struggled to take a breath because of the discomfort.
It doesn't matter to me if it stings or causes any other discomfort! You have no choice but to comply with my every demand because I am your mother and you have no choice but to do as I say. Blue, do you comprehend what I'm saying?
Mama yelled, seized the strand of hair at the end of my head, and pulled me into the living room of the home, where she tossed me on the sofa.
"You don't have a father!" they said. Since your father has passed away, you are without a home and have no other option except to remain here. Consider me. Take me, if you will. Mama insisted, and she clenched my chin extremely strongly; she didn't care if I cried or if I was wounded in any way.
He is just aware of the fact that he fulfilled his own desires.
"I-I don't want to eat people," the creature mumbled. I made the pledge with every ounce of might I have, and in return, my mother gave me a firm slap across the face. In response, I leapt at what she did.
"The cannibal is lying in our blood!" cries the villagers. The command was given by my mother with intensity and authority, and all I could do was shake my head.
I have assured my father that I will not behave in the same manner as my mother. Before my father passed away, I vowed.
"That's not what I want to do. I openly looked my mother in the eyes and said, "Whatever you make me do, just don't eat other people's food." My mother first turned her gaze away from me and left me alone in the living room when she did so.
The deeper you fall, the harder it will get. She has what it takes to fight for her love. He loves her more than anything else. Regardless of who they are in the society, they will stand for their love. Can they last after facing their future nemesis?
She is losing her senses. Falling for him is hard given that she is a nobody. He doesn’t look at her as something he can have a love interest with. But can she seduce the billionaire and make him fall in love?
She will fight for their love, regardless of her social status. She is poor, he is rich. He is a billionaire, she is a nobody. What can she do for love?
Looking out for him, taking care of him, and prioritizing him are her daily goals. She is like his slave, but little does she know that she started falling for him already. Can her love end up with something positive? Or it will end up with nothing?
How long she can tolerate all kind of abuse and harsh treatment from her own family. If writing will help her to ease all pain and save her from sadness, then why writing will also bring bad omen to her pitiful life. Can Adelrina resist it all, or she will embrace it all and let the faith do the rest. "I can't stay on this life anymore. I just want to end all of this sufferings. I am tired. Choke me, please?"
The deeper you fall, the harder it will get. She has what it takes to fight for her love. He loves her more than anything else. Regardless of who they are in the society, they will stand for their love. Can they last after facing their future nemesis?
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
To the public, Arabella was Owen's trusty secretary who catered to all his needs and served as the primary blood donor of his beloved, who was in a coma. Behind closed doors, she was Owen's submissive wife. Arabella was quiet and obedient, and she endured every humiliation without a word of protest. Rumored to be a neat freak, Owen had tossed the last woman who had dared to kiss him into the river. Yet he pinned Arabella against the wall and demanded, "Give me a child, and I’ll let you go!" Arabella pushed him away and flashed him a cold smile. "You are not worthy!"
We've been married for three years, but I've never truly had his love. When his childhood sweetheart returned, just as promised, all I was met with were the cold, glaring divorce papers. "If I were carrying our child, would you still choose to divorce?" I asked, holding onto the faintest glimmer of hope, making one last desperate plea. His response, as expected, was just as cold as ever. "Yes." I closed my eyes, choking back tears, and finally chose to let go-to honor his decision. Years later, my heart had turned to ash. Lying in a hospital bed, I trembled as I signed the divorce papers. "Alexander, from this moment on, we owe each other nothing..." What I never saw coming was the ruthless, decisive CEO kneeling at my bedside, his voice hoarse, almost broken, as he pleaded, "Vivienne, don't divorce me... please."
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
Mia's life is spiraling out of control. Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she's desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex's teasing smirk and Sean's quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn't know where to turn-or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.