Invincible Son In Law

His Secret Kids

Now, I'm caring for five children as a mother. I'm simply an average girl who had an unexpected kid after having an unfortunate encounter with a guy. 5 more! A number of years later, I made another attempt to enter the workforce, but this time I met with much resistance. My memory of the dashing person makes me think he will become a powerful business leader. He was charming, affluent, and surprisingly commanding. Years later, he still carried a grudge over the gratuity I had given him and relentlessly teased me, but I let it go since he was unaware of my family situation. "Dear children, your father is a micromanager. We need him so much!"

Gorgeous Mommy

The man's magic is the floating cloud. Just go, just as if he had a dream. Michelle, who has always followed the rules, never bought a lottery ticket. Unexpectedly, she won the grand prize and became pregnant. Does she keep it or abort it? After hesitating for several days, Michelle finally decides to keep it. Is there such a good thing in the world? After playing for a long time, he left without looking back. A few years later, he came back to ask for children again. Is Michelle so easy to be bullied? He can't give birth? You deserve it. Go back where you came from. I don't know you.

An Undesirable Mate(John Baiori)

My name is Pomona Burke. I'm the twenty four-year-old daughter of the Rainier Pack's Gamma Stephen, and his wife, Elaina; or, more precisely to say, the middle child of their five daughters … and; the 'runt of the litter', in the Burke household. I've just been abruptly awoken from, what as far as I could tell, a restless night's sleep; as I rapidly shoot up into a sitting position in bed, while being drenched in sweat. I'm breathing heavily; as my racing heart pounds within my chest. My body's trembling. … At least this time, I didn't jump up screaming. I'm sure the twins are grateful for that; being how we share a bedroom. This isn't the first time that this has occurred … and, I'm pretty sure that it won't be the last. But; why exactly is this happening to me? … It's that time of the day when twilight and dusk converge, and transfigure into a mystically, bewitching sight to behold; when off on the horizon, the darkening, imminent nighttime sky rests upon a layer of brilliantly reddish-orange, diminishing daytime sky … as the setting sun gently kisses the rising moon, in passing. And, there's a noticeable hazy mist permeating the air; which makes the atmosphere almost surreal-like. I'm feverishly charging across an immensely expansive field, in my wolf-form … at least; I believe that it's me … with a menacing pack of wolves, frothing at their mouths, not too far behind me, engaged in an arduous pursuit. And, although I'm not exactly sure if they're chasing after me, or trying to chase me away; I do know, for certain, that I'm desperately fleeing from them … running for my life. I know this because of the intense fear and anxiety that I feel coursing through my my body as I run away. This frequent nightmare has been hauntingly plaguing my dreams since childhood. And, whenever I think about it, this is an apropos symbolization for the real-life, belittling ridiculing and ostracizing that I face on nearly a daily basis from most of our pack; including even my own father, at times … who's always viewed me as a failure and embarrassment; especially in comparison with my other four sisters. All of this ill-will and aversion towards me, along with my insignificantly meager existence in our pack, is chiefly brought about and due to an indirect result of my rare, genetic condition … or, perhaps affliction would be a more appropriate way of putting it … which was discovered that I had after having what should have been a fatally, life-threatening accident when I was three-years-old. I have the ability to heal and recuperate at a more increasingly rapid rate than the typical werewolf can. And, my blood also contains both complexly evolved, mutated strains of DNA and RNA elements that have highly regenerative and rejuvenation compounds which, if injected into another wounded werewolf, could also temporarily enhance and speed up their recovery process, as well … at least, throughout the duration of time it takes for their wounds to fully heal. And, while the few people who are fully aware of my entire condition often tell me that this is a special, blessed gift that has been bestowed upon me; if you ask me, it's more like a curse that's taken away any chance of me having a happy, nor even just content, life. Because, fact of the matter is, this condition of mine comes with a drastic price. First of all, I've been diagnosed as being infertile; and, will be more than likely unable to give birth throughout my entire life. And, second … and, equally devastating; if not more so … I'm also incapable of shape-shifting into my wolf-form; meaning that Daphne, my inner-wolf, can never metamorphose into her physical wolf-being … subjugating her to a lifetime sentence of imprisonment. This is a double-whammy; where one the consequences costs me a significant part of my womanhood, while the other one cruelly suppresses half of my werewolf-being. The latter, I'm figuring, is the main cause behind most of the negative, judgmental opinions that a majority of our pack members have of me; and, the primary driving force behind all of the ridiculing and bullying I've suffered from all these years. Of course; it probably would have been a heck of a lot worse had it not been for the constant protection of my sister, Bellona … who's always been ranked among the top three elites of our pack's Defensive Security Detail. As for my infertility … which, over the years has been one of the reasons making me such an undesirable mate to all the males in our pack … from what I've heard, was the only influencing factor in me recently being chosen to be placed into an upcoming arranged marriage with Casper Whitmore … an individual whom I've never met before, who's not only a little more than ten years older than me; but also, already has two children. My father keeps reminding me that I should be extremely grateful, and thank the gods that such a lowly and useless excuse of a she-wolf like myself would be picked as the bride-to-be for such a prestigious suitor. I've been told that he's the Alpha of the Stratus Pack … one of the largest, most powerful packs in California ... and, CEO of the Whitmore Corporation … a multi-billion dollar conglomerate; with its primary cash-cow being an extensive, multi-franchise of international luxury hotels and resorts. And … just like the few that know about my condition … most everyone in the pack is saying that this is like some sort of special, blessed gift; and, jealously griping that I'm unbelievably fortunate in having been chosen to marry him. I myself, of course, am feeling a bit wary of this special, blessed gift; and, expect that there will also be an eventual price to pay for it somewhere down the line.

The Warlord's Lovely Prize

Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.

The Cursed Heiress: Now I'm Their Billionaire Nightmare

Nadine reunited with her family, convinced she'd been discarded, rage simmering-only to find collapse: her mother unstable, her father poisoned; a pianist brother trapped in a sham marriage, a detective brother framed and jailed, the youngest dragged into a gang. While the fake daughter mocked and colluded, Nadine moved in secret-healing her mother, curing her father, ending the union, clearing charges, and lifting the youngest to leader. Rumors said she rode coattails, unworthy of Rhys, the unmatched magnate. Few knew she was a renowned healer, legendary assassin, mysterious tycoon... Rhys knelt. "Marry me! The entire empire is yours for the taking!"

Hell In His Eyes, Heaven In His Kiss

Gabriela learned her boyfriend had been two-timing her and writing her off as a brainless bimbo, so she drowned her heartache in reckless adventure. One sultry blackout night she tumbled into bed with a stranger, then slunk away at dawn, convinced she'd succumbed to a notorious playboy. She prayed she'd never see him again. Yet the man beneath those sheets was actually Wesley, the decisive, ice-cool, unshakeable CEO who signed her paychecks. Assuming her heart was elsewhere, Wesley returned to the office cloaked in calm, but every polite smile masked a dark surge of possessive jealousy.

The Ninety-Ninth Goodbye

The ninety-ninth time Jax Little broke my heart was the last time. We were the golden couple of Northgate High, our future perfectly mapped out for UCLA. But in our senior year, he fell for a new girl, Catalina, and our love story became a sick, exhausting dance of his betrayals and my empty threats to leave. At a graduation party, Catalina "accidentally" pulled me into the pool with her. Jax dove in without a second's hesitation. He swam right past me as I struggled, wrapped his arms around Catalina, and pulled her to safety. As he helped her out to the cheers of his friends, he glanced back at me, my body shivering and my mascara running in black rivers. "Your life isn't my problem anymore," he said, his voice as cold as the water I was drowning in. That night, something inside me finally shattered. I went home, opened my laptop, and clicked the button that confirmed my admission. Not to UCLA with him, but to NYU, an entire country away.

I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

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.

My Coldhearted Ex Demands A Remarriage

It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”