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That was it, that was how it was going to be now, a swollen face and an ice pack to walk about wherever she went, oh and shades, big fat shades are fashionable now. Though her eyes were barely open, she still had to keep them covered, you know, so people don't come up with twenty questions at sight. But, if you think her broken lips and back pain were bad, you should see the other guy, he was broken to the teeth, legs bending in an irregular fashion, eyes gouged out of their sockets, blood flowing like the Nile and screams as loud as a woman in labors.
I guess I liked it, the thought that those who fought back were meant to win, always.
Diana believed in a lot of things but running away was not one of them. She spent most of her days wishing she had a penis to carry around in the name of privilege and unspoken justice, "the world respect only penises" she would say whenever the frustration of her fails came in. I guess my friend was certain that it was easier there, at least she did not have to sit out a few days a month to rid herself of children unwanted. I'm certain she wouldn't say it that way, but I'm a man and I'm naive when it comes to this part of the topic that is Diana. The other guy, oh that guy had it coming alright, I was forced to believe that in time, if you fought hard enough, you would eventually get them back and the holy trinity will bring peace down on us all -those who fought back. He was at least the biggest terror in the state of mind that I had groomed for this story, the one from Diana's mouth and every day I wished I had a big gun, no, a flame thrower to burn down that rat fuck. But like the horrible things as aforesaid, they were all in my head. And he would hit her again and again until she learned to run away.
Today, we are sat at the concrete boulevard, no, it's not a real place, at least not the name. we'd sit and walk and sit and walk and run till it was late and no one would bother us, "I'm glad you shared this place with me" she said gazing at the sunset dreamlessly, "I have been careful enough not to share this place with anyone else who does not know about it" her dreamless eyes were now tired and her black round patch was sagging. Yes, she wore an eye patch to cover it today, it was fashionable, it was cool. "What will you do Diana?" Diana wasn't one to express her plans, she wasn't alive like that, to her, life had to go on and it did not matter how. "I don't know Paul, you tell me." She turned, "what would you do?" she was in pretty bad shape, she moved slowly and unsteadily and not without a pain-filled moan, "what would you have me do?"
Now, here lies a man who knew nothing about women but one, I knew nothing at all and at times I wasn't willing to know, if it did not bother me, if it was not happening to me, there was no need to say a word, "uhm, I couldn't" Diana took off her patch, it was about to get heated "you couldn't what, help me, tell me what to do?" they never end well, conversations with desperate people, they never see it and I wasn't seeing it, she was desperate, I was desperate, I knew it, but she did not know that, she was not a fragile person, she was just confused, always.
Her red eyes were lit brightly by the piercing rays of the setting sun, I wondered for a second how something so injured turned out to be so precious, I looked around, we were alone, drenched in the glory of the setting sun, the puddles around us were evaporating and I could hear the silence throwing me away from the ruckus that was happening near me. "This is not one of those times where you don't say anything Paul, I need your help" the sunset was not pretty anymore "I'm sorry Diana, this conversation had been had too many times between us, I am sure you have had it with yourself. I will not try to change your mind this time." I could hear the silence again for a soft second before she broke out crying, her tears ran fast and sure and I watched without a word knowing that her tears did not come because of the help she did not get from me, I knew then, that it was because she was now convinced of what to do and it was not going to be easy for her. "I still love him."
"I know," I said nodding and counting the stones in front of me, this wide-open space that I had become largely uncomfortable to bare, I felt like I was locked up in a small closet with a loud dog that would not shut it. I hate criers, babies, people- men and women, it just did not make any sense how much people cried on their own decisions. It made no sense whatsoever, but I am one of the good ones, I gave her a hug and pat her waterworks down.
I believe people don't know what they want, it is easier to be told what to do, they don't have a choice, they don't want it and that's fine, the break of it comes from how well they crumble at the edge of the cliff for which they ran to. But then again, can you fault them? You basically put shit in their mouths, and they take it for sure, drink a little of it in celebration and all the while preaching that they deserve better. I love it, I love watching them whinge over ruined milk, but I am people too and I know just how they all feel.
Some of us may never take responsibility for it, I know this, she knew it and that's why it was her decision to make alone.
'the unknown might be beautiful and scary sometimes. never be scared to dream.' She was nothing but an Omega when he showed up at her doorstep. he was wounded. and he needed help. Bella did not know who the werewolf was, but she had taken a liking to becoming an apprentice of medicine. That night, her pack was on fire. There was an intruder. And Bella harbored him. She took care of him, nursed his injuries, and brought him back to full health. But he disappeared. and she was left to return to her abnormal life of treachery and suffering. And now she meets him again when she needs him the most. Facing murder charges and being sentenced to death by her Pack, Bella runs when the pack is ambushed. And he saves her, just like he did her. Sparks begin to fly. She finds purpose in his eyes. A second chance to live life to the fullest. With his adventures. Beside him. Walking the journey, one step at a time. But the life between the stranger werewolf and Bella cannot move as smoothly as she would expect. He had a secret. a fat juicy secret. One that no one knew.
She was just a normal law school student striving to pay for education and work two jobs. He was the most handsome billionaire in the state and he was tired of having the media assume about his love life. He needed to put the rumors to rest, to give the matter a permanent solution. As for Elizabeth Richards, she did not know that her parents had sold her for marriage to a famous wealthy billionaire actor. She was prepared to fight the Union with all she had, but she understood that she had to fight it from the inside. She accepted the marriage in hopes that her family would finally stay away. Elliot Anderson Needed to put the rumours to rest. To turn the attention of the media elsewhere. He was the extremly handsome billionaire, he was known for his genius notion. What else could be said for a smocking hot man who wears glasses. The marriage was a fake, everyone obtained something from it. Elizabeth got her education paid and the billionaire got the press to quiet down. But what happens when strings get attached? What happens when a marriage that started out as a fake develops into a masterpiece?
A twist of fate bound Allison to Derek in marriage-she, a powerful heiress with countless hidden identities; he, the city's most admired man, now lying silent in a coma. For three years, Allison used her unmatched medical skills to heal him, all while quietly falling in love. But when Derek's long-lost love returned from abroad, he handed Allison divorce papers without a second thought. Resolved to stop chasing shadows, Allison signed the papers and turned her back on love-rising to fame as a dazzling force in business, medicine, and more. Only when she stood high above the world did Derek finally see her worth. He knelt before her, eyes brimming with regret. "Will you take me back?" he whispered.
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.
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
"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?
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."
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"