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I am Cindy, a radiant young woman whose life takes an unexpected turn on the morning of my eagerly anticipated wedding day. As the sun gently bathes my room like a soft morning light, I woke up only to discover that my physical body has been tragically taken from me by an unknown assailant. Confused and disoriented, it took me time to realize that I was actually a ghost. I was determined to unravel the truth behind my untimely demise. I embarked on a courageous quest to uncover the identity of my murderer. Guided by an otherworldly presence and my unwavering determination, I navigated my way through ethereal landscapes and supernatural encounters to bring justice to my self. As i delved deeper into the secrets of my past, I discovered that my death was not a random act. Along the way, I embraced my newfound ethereal abilities, combining my razor-sharp intuition, empathy, and strength of spirit to protect the ones i love and unveil the truth that was buried in the shadows.
I awoke from a deep sleep. I felt groggy and disoriented, as if I had just come out of a trance. I blinked a few times, and my eyes slowly adjusted to the light. I looked around, and realized that I was in my bedroom. Everything seemed normal, but there was something off about the room. I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
I sat up on my bed and rubbed my eyes. The room was quiet and still. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and put my feet on the floor. As I stood up, I noticed a strange feeling in my body. I felt light, as if I were weightless. I looked down at my hands, and they seemed translucent, almost ghostly. A shiver ran down my spine, and a sense of dread filled me. Something wasn't right. Something was very, very wrong. I took a few steps forward, my feet hovering just above the ground.
As I walked out of my bedroom, I noticed something else was strange. The furniture in the hallway seemed to be floating a few inches above the floor. I felt a surge of panic, my mind was racing as I ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and my heart was pounding. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down. A few minutes passed, and I felt my breathing start to slow. I took a deep breath and looked up at the mirror. There, in the reflection, I saw my own face, but something was wrong. My eyes were sunken and dull, and my skin was pale and waxy. I looked as if I were already dead. My heart started racing again, and I stumbled back from the mirror. I looked around the bathroom, and slowly, I turned around and went back to the bedroom. I peeked around the door, not sure what to expect. And there it was. My body, lying on the bed, as still as a statue. I felt nauseous, and my head was spinning. I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing. I approached the bed and reached out to touch the body, but i couldn't as my hands kept passing through it. I felt, at that moment, that I was looking at a corpse. But it was my body. I stood there, frozen, trying to make sense of what was happening. Sitting up in my bed. I was drenched in sweat, and my heart was pounding. I looked around my room, trying to process what was happening. It felt so real. I put my head in my hands, And then, I heard a voice. It was my own voice, echoing in my head. "You're safe. You're still alive. It is just a dream." But even as I tried to convince myself, I knew that wasn't true. Something had happened to me. Something I couldn't explain. I ran down the stairs, taking two steps at a time. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my breathing was shallow and rapid. I kept on screaming but no body came out. The entire house was silent. I had no other option than to go back to my room and figure out what was happening.
As I sat on my bed, trying to process what was happening, I heard a sound. It was my mother's voice, calling my name. She was coming up the stairs, her footsteps heavy on the wood. I was afraid to face her. I knew she would be devastated when she saw me. She was always so protective of me, always worried that something would happen to me. I heard her reach the top of the stairs, and I took a deep breath. I could hear her footsteps getting closer and closer. And then, she was at my door. "Sweetheart," she called out. "Are you okay?" she asked. I didn't know what to say. I knew I couldn't tell her the truth. I just couldn't. I was too afraid. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. "I'm fine," I finally managed to say. She hesitated for a moment, then opened the door. She looked at me, then at my bed. Her eyes grew wide. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice trembling. She took a step toward my bed, and that's when she saw it.
She saw my own body, lying there motionless. She screamed, and I could see the terror in her eyes. "What's going on?" she shouted. "How is this possible? I thought she was referring to me. I wanted to tell her the truth, but the words stuck in my throat. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. I could only watch as she ran to my body, sobbing. "No, no, no," she whispered, over and over. I felt helpless, unable to do anything to comfort her. She turned to me, her eyes filled with anguish. It seemed as though she was looking at me, but it turned out that she wasn't. I couldn't even put my fingers around what was happening. It was my wedding day, a day I have long waited for, but the whole scenario seemed to be delaying my day.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
"Listen, Gadreel Ødegaar," she looked at him, not hesitating this time. "It's my anniversary present for you. Let's divorce." *** Ivory Remington had sacrificed five years to look after her husband Gadreel who was in a vegetative state after an accident and a few months ago, he finally awakened like a miracle. She thought it was the start of their happy life but Gadreel still had no heart for her. On their anniversary and her birthday, she received a cheating video of her dear husband and her stepsister. Heartbroken, Ivory chose to quit this stupid game. She decided to set him free but the reason she left on the divorce agreement pierced Gadreel's noble pride. *** "Impotent? Are you serious?" He gripped her wrist and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "I'm a woman, Gadreel. I'm tired of being in a sexless marriage. Let's end it once and for all." "Sexless, huh?" he chuckled lowly and without warning grabbed her chin in between his hands, pulling her face closer. "Turns out my wife was so eager to get a man between her legs? "
In Lothlann Continent, talent in martial arts won cultivators respect. Darren Chu, a mediocre talent in martial arts, was deemed a loser by everyone. His status changed when a fireball fell from the sky and hit him on the head. He cheated death. Empowered with the ability to assimilate other creatures' talent, Darren sought to better himself and seek vengeance against those who had wronged his family, including his little sister. "You will kneel in front of me one day," swore the future lord of martial arts.