When my mother passed away, everything began. When that happened, I was 8 years old. My father started drinking because he was unable to cope with the loss. I didn't know what was going on at the moment since I was so bewildered. My parents both passed away in that year. He didn't start hitting me until I was nine years old. It began with a few slaps here and there but developed gradually. I believed I had erred in some way. Everything got worse as the years passed. I simply want to get away, but no matter what I do, he always finds me. I'm in a bind. Nothing can save you. I truly feel lost.
Serena's point of view.
It all began when my mother passed away. My age was 8 at the time. My father started drinking because he couldn't bear the loss. I couldn't understand what was going on since I was so bewildered. That year, I lost both of my parents. I wasn't hit by him till I was nine years old. A few slaps here and there were the beginning, but it quickly gained momentum. I believed I had acted improperly. Everything deteriorated over the years. I've tried to run away, but every time I do, he finds me. I'm confined. There is no way out. I really am lost.
The sound of my alarm roused me up. I turned it off as quickly as I could. I hastily sprang up and slipped on my extra-large navy sweater. I'm very certain that this was formerly my dad's. I put on some runners and a pair of leggings. Since it was the quickest thing I could cook, I made him porridge for breakfast today. I'm hoping I can leave the house before he gets up. I don't want my day to begin with another beating. I simply need a break. It wasn't to be.
He said, "Where's my beer, you sl*t?" He approached me with a little bit of a stumble.
Only three cans remained when I immediately dashed to the kitchen. I had a serious problem. Typically, he requested a bottle of vodka and at least ten cans. Only roughly three-thirds of the vodka has been consumed. Where could I turn? I went back to the living room with the beer cans and his breakfast.
He said, "Where's the rest?"
Naturally, I flinched. He didn't like it when I made eye contact, so I lowered my head and avoided it. Maybe I could find a way to escape the beating. I held my breath as I said, "We're low; I'll get some on the way back from school."
That's not good enough, you wh*re, he growled. You useless b*tch, why even do I keep you around?
While he was speaking, he removed his belt and swung it directly in my direction. I couldn't avoid it because doing so would simply make matters worse. It struck me directly in the face. He yelled at me to go and to wait until I brought him alcohol before I returned. I left the house as quickly as I could after not needing to be reminded twice. His bad laugh could be heard as I was walking away.
Since my mother passed away, my friends have gradually drifted away, making school not much better than home. Who could blame them, after all? Everyone appeared to believe I was useless. They once questioned my well-being. People do not genuinely ask whether you are okay when they do so. You simply have to do it because society expects you to. I used to enjoy going to school because it was my getaway. But after I started high school, everything started to significantly shift. Finally, I was bullied and had lost all of my friends. The abuse continued unabated. I rapidly lost my social standing. When they weren't verbally attacking me, my lack of friends left me alone and unnoticed. I feel like such a waste of space. I have no place. Due to the beatings, I've fallen behind in some of my classes. Either I miss class or I am unable to perform any work physically.
I quickly arrived at the school, or hell, as I prefer to refer to it. Art was the one course I genuinely enjoyed. The only instructor who seemed to like me was Ms. Jones. I could also communicate. When I was painting or creating Lino, I always felt at ease.
To get my books, I approached my locker. To hide the flaming red bruise that was developing on my face from the belt, I kept my hood up and my face hidden. Not that they'd give a damn. I made an effort to blend in to avoid their jeers. I mean, it generally works.
In order to avoid people and grab a seat in the rear, I hastened to my first class. In any case, I didn't want the attention. Although I look pretty reclusive, I suppose that's just who I am right now.
Jay's point of view
The grating sound of my alarm roused me up. Inane invention. To stop the annoying ringing, I picked it up and threw it across the room. I was experiencing a fantastic dream where I discovered my love. I look forward to meeting my future Luna. The alpha female of my flock was necessary. In an effort to track her down, I was enrolling at a new school. I've been to every pack in the nation, but to no avail. I'm still holding out hope, though. From the pack home, the school was roughly an hour away. She might not be a wolf after all, I guess. Unless she is a rebel, I hope she's not a rogue, please.
I walked right to the main office when I arrived at the school to collect my schedule. I observed that a lot of women were focusing on me, but I wasn't paying attention. Unlike what most people believe, alphas are not players. We are aware that if we sleep with someone else, it will hurt our partner. Even as young puppies, one of our strongest instincts is to constantly defend our spouse. I merely desired my mate. Girls who flaunt their possessions while donning modest attire do not appeal to me. Leave some unidentified people.
I started with math. goddess I detested that course. both letters and numerals. Why did letters have to be added? Numbers are what math is meant to be.
I was welcomed inside by the most incredible, mouth-watering aroma. In an effort to locate the source, I searched the space. Describe it. Can she be the one?
I noticed a female in the back who had her head down and was obscured from my view by a hood. My wolf companion was howling. I only wanted her to raise her head. Eventually, I located her. My buddy. I'm eager to see her. The happiest day ever has arrived.
I was instructed by the instructor to sit up front. I wish it had been alongside her because I was curious about her name. I'm curious about every detail about her. I'm eager to discover just how extraordinary she is. When the lesson finally concluded, it was agonizingly slow, and when I tried to find her, she had left. I will grant her that my tiny friend is swift.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.