Rosalie Walton, as a stand-in bride for her cousin sister, was coerced into getting married with Josiah Schmidt, the disfigured young master of the Schmidt family. She was willing to call him husband at their wedding night, but when seeing that hideous face and grumpy character, Rosalie became regretful. Honestly, she wouldn't be able to cope with this husband of hers. However, Josiah seemed to be sticky to her stubbornly, even though he insisted that he had no feelings for Rosalie. "Mr. Schmidt, you can take a horse to the water but you can't make her drink." She said. "Whatever, someday she will be thirsty and want some water." He smiled.
February 3, 2011
Vancouver, B.C.
I slumped as I listened to my professor's lecture about the beginning of numeracy.
The class was nothing but a bore. I never really liked history subject but I had to take the course since a Natural Science was mandatory to finish my program. For three hours, the professor would go through about fifteen slides and talk about numbers passionately.
I had known a bit about passion. I'd seen it.
I was raised in a humble home. My father was a street artist, and only because it was not secluded in an art gallery, people discouraged him because they perceive his kind of art as vandalizing.
Had it not been for wealthy socialites with too much money to spend on paying art, dad would not make ends meet.
My mom had told me stories about my dad; how excited he was to finish a mural. At that time, he had dreams and hopes for me. He even sold a piece and named it "Emerald". Unfortunately, he had passed away even before I was born.
Mom believed that dad's love and talent in painting somehow transferred to me. At age six, I begged my mom to buy me colors and small canvas at the dollar store instead of Barbie toys and new clothes. She'd even let me paint to my heart's content.
In eighth grade, I began getting compliments from acquaintances and especially my art teacher. They loved my paintings. They'd say they'd buy them for few dollars and I felt like the happiest kid in the block.
As soon as I turned sixteen, I worked part time so I could buy a better set of brush that would last longer and wouldn't break after little use, a wide array of shades of colors, and bigger canvases. It was when I realized how fervent I was with painting.
Mom allowed me to use the storage room where she kept all of dad's painting. Inside the small room which she kept locked for years, I witnessed the embodiment of hard work and perseverance. He had so many pieces that ended up in the trash; some were covered in dust and white cloth, and some were unfinished.
My heart ached every time I looked at them. I could almost envision my father's frustration to make the pieces happen. He must've ran out of inspiration while the industry pushed him to do more, to create more art.
But in the end, it cost my father to take his own life.
Mom said she was about to have me when "that" had happened. Dad's death was a taboo around mom so I never really pried some more. In fact, I couldn't imagine even the heartache mom had gone through when dad passed away.
Mom initially opposed my decision to make a career out of painting. She feared I'd end up like my dad. But I reassured her that whatever happens, I'd still stay sane and in contact with my sensibilities.
"Let's end the discussion here. I'll see you next class," everybody sighed in relief as the professor beamed and said those magic words.
I guess it's not just me who wants to get out of this class, pronto. I thought.
I glanced at my wrist watch to check the time. Noreen could be waiting in the cafeteria right now.
I wouldn't say that I considered her as one of my closest friend, but we kind of ended up hanging out together between classes since we were attending the same program.
I was planning on postponing today's meeting with Noreen since it was my birthday. Jack, my long term boyfriend of four years, had planned a special dinner with me.
Just the thought of meeting with Jack brought butterflies in my stomach.
He was a year older than me. Back in high school, he was the popular guy who kept his grades straight A and was active in sports. His eyes were of the most beautiful clear blue eyes I have ever seen. His chiseled jaw was my weakness along with his perfect smile. Girls were swooned by his charm and wit. He never failed to paint my cheeks bright red whenever he gave me kisses and warm hugs.
Many believed we would not last. but Jack and I thought otherwise.
So, here we were- staying strong and we even attended the same university so we could be together as much as possible.
I passed the main cafeteria in no time despite the congestion in the hallways. It was about lunch time. While some late students made a mad dash to their classes, the rest were all heading to the cafeteria to study.
Soon enough, I was in the cafeteria and spotted her in our usual table. She turned her head and I called out her name and she only answered in a faint smile.
Did she and her boyfriend have another fight? I wondered to myself.
I rested my landscape canvas that I'd been carrying around all day. I needed an extra one for a painting I need to finish in Art History class.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
Noreen looked pale and a little stressed out. Her usual shiny chestnut hair had lost its polish and her dark circles were more prominent. She might've been taking the midterms too seriously.
Her eyes seemed dead, breaking me inside. She pressed her lips as she fought back the urge to break down in front of me.
"Did something bad happen?" I asked sincerely, patting her back to soothe her.
She sniffled. "Em, I have a problem."
"Okay, I'm here to listen."
Tears then fell down her cheeks. "Em, I'm eight weeks pregnant."
I held back a breath, unsure of how to react. I looked around me, sighed in relief that nobody heard what she said.
"What did Brandon say?" I was fuming. How could a guy get his girl pregnant and not take a responsibility?
Noreen only shook her head; tears began rushing out of her eyes and broke her eye contact with me.
"The baby's not his," she said, her head shaking from side to side as she buried her face in her palms.
My eyebrows furrowed, shooting her quizzical looks.
"It's Jack's, Em."
The moment she mentioned the name of the love of my life, only God knew what I felt- the heaviness that dropped on my head was unbearable, enough to suck the life out of me. My limbs softened and my vision blurred. Although her voice was faint, the sound of his name only brought me excruciating pain in the chest.
"Pardon me?" How silly of me. I heard her. But somewhere in my heart, I wished for her to take back what she had said and claim that it was a prank.
Oh, that must be it.
Although I was breaking internally because of this horrible joke, I managed to crack a smile. "Come on. Is this a prank? Seriously? On my birthday?"
Instead of an answer, Noreen just shook her head while her tears continued to flow down her face. "Em, I swear it was just a one-time thing and I think the condom broke and-"
"Please, tell me this is just a prank." I continued.
"Brandon and I are constantly fighting and Jack gives me comfort and... and I felt comfortable around him. I'm really sorry." Noreen's voice was low yet I could hear other students chatter behind me.
Jack and Noreen? Since when? Of all the guys she could find comfort with, she chose Jack. She knew how much I loved him.
"I need your help Em. He doesn't want to take responsibility. He loves you and we made a mistake but please! I don't want to raise the child alone," Noreen pled some more, her voice trying very hard to keep it low but the students around us were curiously glancing at us.
I couldn't breathe. There was too much happening, too much information for me to process. I wanted to call her a lot of mean names, but my brain couldn't function.
In my head, I was screaming at her but in reality, I just wanted to get the hell out and pretend none of this ever happened. I gathered my stuff as quickly as possible and left the cafeteria in a rush and pain I couldn't fathom. I bumped a few people on the way but I didn't give a damn.
What was I supposed to do? I loved Jack too that I could see myself in the future with him. I didn't want anybody else to have him!
My head was about to burst from thinking of the most logical way to end my misery.
Vera Bethric didn't expect her marriage to end like this. All her affection for Nord Lemming was smashed into pieces by a divorce agreement. "We're done. Don't do anything meaningless." His voice was cold as ice. At last, she agreed. She signed her name and broke free from that cage. A beautiful, shining cage that was never made for her. However, she didn't expect him to become a troublemaker. He smiled wickedly. "You're not going anywhere!"
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
WARNING: This Book Contains Explicit scenes And Adult Languages 🔞 Do you like reading steamy, naughty, dirty, and filthy romances?? If your answer is yes, get ready for the ultimate erotic excitement that will get your blood pumping and your ovaries twitching. This novel is a collection of short erotic stories. It contains all manner of sexual explicit including friends with benefits StepSister And Brother, Stepdaddy, Office, Stepmother, Lesbian, Teacher and student, Doctor and patient, domination Etc. If you are under 18yrs, this book is not for you.
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!