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fantasy reads
fantasy reads
In the vast expanse of the cosmos, where stars glimmered like distant dreams, two souls lived on different celestial shores. Ashley, with her fiery hair and boundless curiosity, called the luminous planet of Lysara her home. A daring explorer, she yearned to unravel the mysteries of the universe beyond her world's radiant horizons. On the other side of the galaxy, nestled amidst the verdant forests of Astrar, resided Jamie-a quick-witted and charming soul. With eyes that sparkled like emerald gems, Jamie's laughter had the power to brighten even the darkest nebulae.
Their heart yearned for adventure and connection, often looking to the stars with wonder. Unbeknownst to them, the cosmic dance of fate was about to draw them together. In the ethereal realm of the Interstellar Explorer's Conference, where beings from all walks of the universe converged, their destinies intertwined. The conference was an awe-inspiring spectacle, a grand celebration of interstellar exploration and discovery. Ashley, her eyes gleaming with excitement, roamed the halls adorned with holographic exhibits and scientific marvels. She attended lectures on intergalactic phenomena and met fellow explorers, fueling her insatiable hunger for cosmic knowledge. Meanwhile, Jamie, always attuned to the rhythm of laughter, found solace in the Cosmic Comedy Club. Comedians from various planets delighted the audience with universal humor that transcended languages and species. Jamie laughed heartily, connecting with beings from all corners of the cosmos. In the center of it all, Zendor the Zany, a cosmic comedian with a reputation for humor that traversed galaxies, took the stage. His jokes elicited uproarious laughter from the audience, including Ashley and Jamie. As Zendor's cosmic wit filled the air, their eyes met amidst the sea of amused faces. A shared smile sparkled like distant stars, and in that moment, it was as if the universe had orchestrated this starry encounter. As the event concluded, Ashley and Jamie found themselves side by side, drawn to each other by a celestial force neither could resist. Ashley, her eyes filled with wonder, spoke up, "I must say, Zendor's humor was out of this world!" Jamie's playful grin mirrored the stars above. "It truly was! And speaking of worlds, where do you come from?" Thus began their cosmic conversation, where they exchanged stories of their planets, their dreams, and their shared passion for exploration. As they laughed at the humorous misunderstandings that arose from their differing cultures, they felt an inexplicable connection that transcended the boundaries of their individual worlds. With each word spoken and each laugh shared, their bond grew stronger, like a supernova's radiant explosion in the cosmic tapestry. Little did they know that this starry encounter would set in motion a journey through the galaxies, where love and laughter would be their guiding stars. And so, beneath the celestial canopy of the Interstellar Explorer's Conference, the first chapter of their interstellar romance unfolded-a story of two souls from different worlds crossing paths, discovering love and humor as their constant companions in the cosmic dance of life.
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.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
On the night of their engagement party, Emma finds Lena in Ryan's arms. Ryan smirks. "You were never enough, Emma." Lena watches with zero guilt. "You had everything, Emma. It's my turn now." Emma is devastated, but the real blow comes next- Her parents choose Lena over her. "You've always been a disappointment, Emma. Lena is the daughter we should have had." ****** "I used to be a Sinclair. I used to be someone's daughter, someone's fiancée. But then I learned-being their daughter meant nothing. Being his fiancée meant nothing. So I let them bury that girl. And when I rose, I made sure no one would ever break me again."
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"
Three years of marriage couldn't melt Theo's frozen heart. When an art gallery collapsed on Lena, he was off romancing another woman-lavishing her with a private jet. Three steel pins held Lena's shoulder together, but her heart remained broken. She filed for divorce and told everyone that he was impotent. Rising from the rubble, Lena blazed onto the design world's A‑list. She expected him to sail off with his true love-until Theo reappeared at her runway, pressing her against the wall. "Impotent, huh? Care to give it a try?"
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