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A detective who receives information from an anonymous informant that something suspicious is going on at WIC Company. The detective goes there to investigate, but when he arrives, he is greeted by horror.
The informant told him something he couldn't understand, but it was about an astral and murders, but what piqued his interest was the word 'dad,' because he hadn't seen his father in how many years, and perhaps he was about to now.
What people know is that the WIC is a medicine company that was built in the core of the wilderness, but it was also an asylum, despite what people thought.
As Gunner made his way inside, he came across unimaginable human beings that a normal person would never believe could exist. He encountered a psychotic professor, an insane nun, a murderer priest, and, finally, the perfect experiment of a wild animal monster created by an evil.
Follow his trip as he searches for and save his twin brother who was waiting for him as he countered attack and survived what was inside waiting for him. 
"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says, 
Natalie Bennett was ten years old when she lost her parents. The matriarchs of the Bennett and the Foster families decided to betroth her to Jeffrey Foster, who was 14 at that time.
Jeffrey had said to Natalie, "I'll always be here for you."
He was the one who made that vow. But he's also the one who ends up breaking it.
Despite being married for five years, Natalie can never win Jeffrey's heart over. She initially thinks that Jeffrey is cold and heartless by nature, but she witnesses later on just how gentle and caring he can be in front of the woman he truly cares about.
Heartbroken, Natalie trades the pregnancy report for a divorce agreement. Since then, she and Jeffrey part ways.
After the divorce, Jeffrey's life is thrown into disarray. Where's his tie? Where's the charger? Why doesn't the coffee taste like the one he drinks all the time?
The entire upper crust can't wait to savor Natalie's fall from grace. But unfortunately for them, she's an extremely outstanding woman. She makes a dazzling comeback to her workplace and keeps setting new domestic records. Just like that, she becomes the most popular artist.
Someone once comes across Jeffrey cornering Natalie with his hands on his waist. He murmurs in a humbling tone, "What is it that you don't like about me, Nat? I'll change my ways."
"I don't like the fact that you still like me."
"Well then, I'm never changing that. Never." 
Rose John, a supposed member of the esteemed John family, was widely recognized as an imposter. Expectations ran high for a showdown between the true and false daughters, but the initial round saw the genuine daughter, Molly John, suffer a surprising defeat.Confident in her lineage, Molly confronted Rose, declaring, "I am the real John daughter. Leave the family." Unperturbed, Rose casually discarded the property certificate, asserting her claim, "Sorry, the house is mine. Take your time."Undeterred, Molly retorted, "Your fiancé belongs to me. Step aside. I'm the true daughter." Rose nonchalantly replied, "I don't want that scum. You two are made for each other. I quit."Molly boasted of her wealthy family, but Rose swiftly retorted, "Your father was my father's driver. Who's truly rich and powerful?" Molly flaunted designer works, unaware that those very designers once considered Rose their mentor. While Molly schemed for the Best Actress title, Rose relied on her talent and charm.The public soon realized that whenever the true daughter attempted to deceive or outshine, she faced humiliating setbacks. Since the exposure of the imposter, Molly's reputation suffered, leaving her humiliated and her face metaphorically swollen.In the battle between the real and fake daughters, it became clear that authenticity triumphed over pretense. The saga of the John family continued, as the imposter's exposure forever altered the dynamics of their relationships. 
Mitchelle Payne returned from her pregnancy as a surrogate, to hear that her father had passed away. As a result of this, her stepmother and stepsister connived to chase her out of her father's house.Three years later, in a bid to collect back her father's house which was going to be demolished, she had to play to the cards of Patrick, a wealthy business man, and the very man that she got pregnant for three years ago. ''Are you trying to seduce me?'' The arrogant man asked her on one occasion where she was trying to get him to pay attention to her.''I didn't mean to,'' Mitchelle replied. They came to an agreement which got deeper and they eventually agreed to get married, but Patrick was always so jealous and on the edge about her. ''Mommy, give me a little brother to play with,'' Venice cooed as she held on to Mitchelle's leg.And so, after their wedding, every now and then, Patrick was always exhausting Mitchelle in bed. 
"You left these in my rover," he stated, shoving my panties into my hand. "Thought I should return them to you." "Do you want a thank you?" I snapped, quickly tucking the fabric into my pocket before any of my crew could see.*****Theodora Walker never claimed to be perfect. Especially when it came to her love life. The ex-military gunslinger made a name for herself as a galactic freelancer. Handling jobs from hunting down monsters to finding missing girls on her spaceship, Peacemaker, with her closest friends and the best damn crew she could ever want.As the Captain, she never expected to catch feelings for her mechanic, Mads, and tried to overcorrect it by having a one-night stand with a stranger.Now faced with more complications than she can handle she has to find a way to navigate her heart while also navigating the galaxy.The Captain, the Mechanic and the One Night Stand is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author. 
Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.(Nora Moore and Ethan Allen). "Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick."I," she gasped,closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words,"I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me."He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him.He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick,"Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy." 
For three years of marriage, she had been nothing more than a shadow in his life. To him, she was invisible, a convenience he sought only when it suited him. He gave her no love, no affection—only physical on his terms when other women failed to satisfy him.When Enlyan discovered her pregnancy, she was overjoyed, hoping it might bring them closer. But her happiness shattered when she found him at the hospital with his lover for a maternity checkup.She finally asked for a divorce and vanished.Heartbroken and distracted, she met with tragedy—an accident that almost claimed her unborn child.Five years later, Enlyan returns with her twins."They are my children!" Damian's voice thundered, his eyes blazing with fury."You dared to hide them from me all this time? I’m taking them away from you. They belong with me." Damian Blackwood growled, his intention turning cruel. And She was powerless against his anger. 
“I love you, mate,” Kael says to me, and I believe him.Even in the midst of the war and the chaos, the trying to escape and the hiding from our enemies, I know, he is the one for me.I feel the ribbon between our hearts tighten, and the only thing I can say in response is, “Take me.”GemmaAll she wanted was adventure. When she snuck off to take the place of her cousin as a breeder for a distant Alpha, she had no idea the danger and turmoil she’d be faced with. But then, she met Kael, a captured Alpha, and everything changed.KaelHe’s been hiding what’s left of his destroyed pack from their enemies for years. But now that he has Gemma, there’s something worth fighting for.Can the two of them overcome their enemies and find piece for the Moonwake pack so that they can finally be together in peace, or will the rival Alpha win the day?Stolen by the Rival Alpha is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author. 
Lost to a Playful CompanionKyle's childhood playmate Anna and I were both attacked by Rogue.For Anna's reputation, he lied that she was accidentally injured during training.And I became the shame who was kidnapped by Rogue and was considered dirty.Facing my questioning, Kyle coaxed me softly:"Anna has been a noble since she was a child, and she can't bear such rumors. Dear, you and I know that you are stronger than her."Looking at Kyle, whom I have loved for ten years, my heart is full of bitterness.Later, the elders thought that I tarnished the reputation of Silvercrest Pack.On the day they forced me to leave,he was busy healing Anna's wounds.When he found out, I had already disappeared.Kyle, now, I don't want you. 
In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce."
For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom.
However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home—to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her.
Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good.
But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom? 
For 12 years, Eloise has put on a tomboy disguise just to stay by Jeremy's side.When he skips school, she's right there with him.When he drinks, she follows suit.When he complains that her long hair draws too much attention, she cuts off the locks she's spent years caring for without hesitation.One day, frustrated by his family's pressure to get married, Jeremy goes to her and suggests, "I'd rather marry you than any other woman. Are you gonna marry me or not?"She nods without a second thought.Everyone around them says Eloise is the perfect "bro"—and she plays the role to perfection.By day, she's his loyal best friend.By night, she gives him everything he wants, their nights a blur of whispered intimacy and empty condom boxes.However, everything changes when a clumsy new secretary joins Jeremy's company. Scarlett Slater is a woman who can't seem to do anything right and repeatedly messes up Jeremy's plans. 
David, my childhood sweetheart who promised to have a Mark ceremony with me when I turned 18, proposed to my cousin Violet at my coming-of-age party.That wizard Andrew, who was said to be uninterested in women, put a silver ring carved with mystical runes onto my ring finger at David's celebration.For five years after our mark ceremony, he was gentle and devoted to me.I believed that it was my true love.Until I overheard his conversation with a friend."Andrew, Violet's already become the pack healer. How long will you keep pretending with Morgan?""Since I can't be Violet’s mate anyway, it doesn't matter who I mark. Besides, with me here, Morgan can't interfere with Violet's happiness."The rune stones he carved in secret all bore Violet's name with his blessing to her.“Bless Violet could rid of bad dreams”“Bless Violet could obtain all she wants, and needn’t worry anything.”“Violet, I can’t be your mate, hope you have a wonderful life.”Five years of reaming. One moment of awakening.I arranged a fake identity and planned my staged death. 
My Mate, to repay his Beta for saving his life, secretly gave away our newborn child to him while I was at my weakest, just after childbirth.He cruelly deceived me, telling me the child hadn’t survived.It wasn’t until I accidentally discovered my child was alive and confronted my Mate in fury that he coldly stated, "This is what I owe him."I wanted my child back, but my Mate, wielding his Alpha authority and the pack's resources, shattered my hopes time and again.Finally, worn down by endless despair and heartbreak, my life force drained away. I left this world before I even turned forty.Fate granted me a second chance.When I awoke to the sharp pains of labor, realizing I had been reborn on the very day of my delivery, one icy thought flashed through my mind:Since you were so eager to give away your own flesh and blood, this time, you can taste the bitterness of being childless yourself. 
Ariella gave Lucian everything - her body, her heart, her freedom.For two years, she lived as his secret lover, believing her silent devotion would melt his cold heart. But when she arrives at her best friend's wedding, she discovers the groom is none other than him - the man who held her nights and shattered her days. A marriage she believes is real - but isn't.Standing in the shadows, she watches him smile at his bride, greet her like a stranger, and finally confirms what she's always feared: he never loved her. She was just a contract. A convenience.Now, with their agreement nearing its end, she's ready to walk away. But he's not. Not anymore."You think we're over?" he growls, cornering her like a beast."We'll never be over."Torn between a cruel but addictive love - she must decide: escape, or be consumed. 
On their wedding night, he callously ripped off her veil, sneering, "You deserve this, don't you?" Jenny Young was widely known for her perceived ugliness, enduring her husband's nightly abuse and hatred.Years later, with a swollen belly, she declared, "I don't want to carry your baby anymore!" Steven embraced her tenderly, whispering, "Darling, once this baby is born, I am at your mercy." 
Warning Matured Scenes Rated +18"Because it has been two years since you and Mr. Leo separated, your admirers and fans are wondering whether you have moved on and if you are seeking another life partner." The interviewer asked."For the time being, I'm not searching for a new relationship considering Leo and I haven't officially divorced. I did not attempt an annulment of my marriage. I also have no intention of filing for divorce."I will not divorce him because I do not want him to be happy with his mistress. I won’t let them be happy. They will suffer in the same way that I did. No one is going to have a happy-ever-after ending.Leopold Fontaine, my billionaire husband, who had an affair with someone else. I'm quite informed that he didn't marry me because we were in love with each other, and that the marriage was solely for the sake of our respective businesses. Nevertheless, I agreed to the marriage because I adored him and because I was still his wife on paper—I am not going to allow anybody else to live in my home without my permission.He has done me wrong, and I am Blossom Belmont Fontaine, his wife, who will make way for him to suffer, and they will pay the price for what they have done. 
Just because Quinley Clark's mother accidentally brushes against the richest heiress's custom-made gown, someone breaks her limbs before throwing her into the sea, leaving her to die.When Quinley brings the arrogant heiress to court, the other woman is declared not guilty because the lawyer defending the heiress is none other than the founder of the most untouchable law firm in Juleern—Quinley's own husband, Gary White.At the end of the trial, the dashing and refined man steps down from the defendant's side and places a letter of "apology" in front of Quinley."Quinn, sign this. You wouldn't want to be sued for defamation and go to prison, would you?"Gary sounds gentle and persuasive, but the look beneath his gold-rimmed glasses is sharp and cold.With teary, stubborn eyes, Quinley looks at him and asks tremblingly, "Why, Gary?" 
At the one-month party for our child, Eric appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall, holding my favorite chestnut cake. But it wasn't for our child's celebration.
Because in his other hand, he held a divorce agreement.
He didn't even bother to pretend to feel guilty, stating bluntly, "Lucia is coming back, so…"
I scanned the agreement: the pack hospital went to him, all other assets went to me and the child.
Perfect.
But I still furrowed my brows, deliberately letting a hint of reluctance tinge my voice. "We built that pack hospital together. Are you really in such a hurry to kick me out?"
Eric handed me the pen, his tone cold. "You know, from the very beginning, this pack hospital was built for Lucia. You can have everything else except this."
I snatched the pen and signed my name quickly, afraid he might change his mind.
He stared at me, seemingly surprised. "Four years, and you didn't hesitate at all?"
I looked down at the child in my arms, then smiled at him. "I wish you and Miss Miller eternal happiness." 
The morning of our wedding, I happen to discover a voice message saved under Joseph Payne's favorites.
"Honey, I miss you." A syrupy-sweet voice fills the air.
I confront him and demand an explanation, but he doesn't even flinch.
"I won't lie. I made a selfish mistake," he admits calmly. "But it was just a dare she lost. That message was a bet, nothing more."
Their chat history seems to confirm his claim. There's nothing flirtatious. They're just ordinary, day-to-day conversations. Nothing crosses the line.
But as I scroll through them, my eyes blur with tears, soaking the delicate fabric of my wedding dress.
I look at him and say, "Joseph, delete her number from your phone. We can still go on with the ceremony."
Seven years of being together has brought us to this final moment. We're just one step away from the altar.
Just days ago, I found out I was pregnant. We could have had it all today.
But right then, a young woman in a cleaner's uniform suddenly coughs blood and darts off with reddened eyes.
Joseph recognizes her instantly. And without thinking, he runs after her.
I grab his arm tightly. "If you walk away now, don't ever dream of marrying me again. This is your last chance."
He doesn't answer. Instead, one finger at a time, he pries my hand off his sleeve.
Then, he leaves. 
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