slapped alonso

“Please, let me go…” I cried while he kept walking forward towards me, making me shiver more. While his eyes fixated on me, he brought the cigarette to his lips and inhaled deeply while I gulped. As he exhaled, a slow stream of smoke escaped his lips, dissipating into the air and he started, “You shouldn’t have done that… You did a big mistake” “I am sorry…” I cried again and shook my head. “It’s done. It’s time for the punishment now…” He said and my heart skipped a beat. . Allison Wesley was living a normal life as a journalist until she gets involved into a task which leads her to slap the mafia boss in town. Her one mistake gets her life upside down as she enters the world of thrill, excitement, passion and danger. Read on to find out more!

The ever stoic Mr. Fu was finally married, but rumor has it that he set a house rule on their first night with his new wife. "Know your place, and don't covet what you can never get. "We'll never interfere in each other lives." Bai Yu, dressed in her pure-white bridal gown, merely agreed to it cheerfully while she sat on the bed, "Sure." The whole city knew that Fu Yunzhe hated his wife, but no one mocked her for it, because there was a man beneath her feet, his face swollen while she smiled confidently, "Come now, say it again—who is a ghost wife?" She arrived, dressed in a dazzling red dress later at a certain banquet. Mr. Fu who arrived at the banquet hall saw her chatting lively with an unfamiliar man. He strode up to her and took her by the waist, whispering into her ear, "Are you making me a cuckold in public, Mrs. Fu?" Bai Yu calmly pushed him away. "It's just typical socializing. Why are you so worried, Mr. Fu?" Upset written all over his face, Mr. Fu took off his coat and covered her bareback. "No wearing skirts that short from now on. And who are these people at this banquet..." The woman, fiddling with her fair fingers, lifted a brow. "Are you meddling with my affairs now, Mr. Fu?" The man's heart skipped a beat. Remembering the ruleset on their first night, he promptly changed his words, "I was worried that you'd catch a cold!"

"Slapped at first Sight" followed the story of an eighteen years old lady played by Xheilyn Ruthway to be fell in a lying scheme to predict the fate of perfectionist and powerful Taerror Younstown made by her Mother,keep track of them as how they both fell In love beyond of their mysterious past!

I used to think school was just school. Until the day Fat Tiger beat me on the classroom floor while my homeroom teacher watched in silence. Until my “friends” told me to pay protection fees and stay quiet. Until my parents ripped my review books . That was the day I learned: in this world, nobody saves you. Bullied, humiliated, mocked as “trash,” I clawed my way up from the bottom— waking at 3 a.m., studying until my vision went black, copying borrowed notes, rebuilding everything after Fat Tiger burned my notebook, and fighting through sickness, exhaustion, and despair. Every step was a fist in my face. Every day felt like walking through hell. But I didn’t break. I rose. From 450… to 500… to 550… and on the day of the college entrance exam— I scored 630. The class fell silent. The teacher who called me “hopeless” couldn’t speak. The bullies who laughed at me collapsed in disbelief. Years later, I returned to this school —not as a student, but as the Director of Academic Affairs. For one reason: To make sure no kid is ever abandoned the way I was. This is not a story about genius. This is a story about a boy who refused to stay on the ground. A story about pain, dignity, revenge, and rebirth. Every child deserves to be seen. And this time, I’m the one standing tall.

"I said, stop!" I pointed my finger at him, my eyes emitting fire and brimstone. The crowd hushed, and everyone gave their full attention to me. Even the guards who stood around the corners in their badged, white uniforms, hung their mouths open, staring at me. "Are you looking for me, little miss?" he asked, lifting one brow at me, followed by a smirk. To him, I may look like a teen because I was skin and bones. I wore a black, denim jeans, a cream top tucked beneath its hip band. With my high ponytail dancing to the rhythm of my hurried steps, I lifted my head high--my eyes never leaving his face. "I am." He tilted his head in an amused smile, letting his guard off. The moment I was a few feet away from him, I planted my toes forward. Now standing some inches higher than me, I didn't say a word. I swung my arm and let my right hand fly across his face, leaving him dumbfounded! Author's Note: Book cover from Pexels Free Photos Artist : mododeolhar Cover titles worked on Canva.com

“Smack!” A sharp slap landed across my face. Right there at the gynecology clinic doorway, with people coming and going through the hospital, Dorothy Ford raised her hand and slapped me in front of everyone. “This one’s another money-losing girl! Nathan must’ve racked up eight lifetimes of bad karma to end up marrying you!” Throwing out those words, she turned on her heel and walked away. I bit down hard on my teeth, one hand holding my six-month belly as I stood there, feeling everyone’s pitying gazes on me. I still couldn’t hold back my tears. Before we got married, I already knew Dorothy didn’t like me. But Nathan had always treated me so well that, despite everyone’s objections, I insisted on marrying him when he still didn’t have a dime to his name. Our first child was a girl. The moment the baby was born, Dorothy’s face turned to stone and she started making those snide, nasty remarks. Now I was pregnant again, and we’d just done the ultrasound. Another girl. This time, Dorothy completely lost it. I had no choice but to call Nathan, hoping for at least a little comfort from him. But the line was busy, over and over—he was on another call. So I took a cab home by myself. When I got there, the front door was ajar. I was just about to step inside when I heard voices in the living room and saw Dorothy sitting there with my husband. “Nathan, you have to make your wife get rid of this baby! A useless woman who can’t give you a son will cut off the Ford family line!” My whole body started shaking with anger. Dorothy actually wanted me to have an abortion. Even if the baby in my belly was a girl, she was still her own granddaughter. It’s not like the Fords have some damn throne to inherit—why the hell do they have to have a son?

The incident of my stepfather's daughter hiring someone to write her competition essay was exposed, and she went ballistic in my room. My mom couldn’t calm her down, and then slapped me across the face. "If you hadn’t written those things, your sister wouldn’t be getting all this hate!" I touched the spot where she hit me, my head lowered, but a smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Year 1218 (Prequel to Vampire Chronicles) Joanna had suddenly lost her father in the hands of witches all in one day, Her friend Cory takes her to a ball in the kingdom of Ediessa where the great lord Alonso resides there. She was also given a task to do from her fellow chief that is also her grandfather to deliver a message while she is there. Joanna didn't know she would have to pay for her grandfathers debt only to become a personal maid to serve the Alonso but she doesn't know that Lord Alonso wants her for himself. Joanna & Lord Alonso(Preview) "My dear Joanna, there is no where to go you can't fight me here" Alonso stepped closer towards her holding his hands out as she took steps back holding the make shift blade in her hands. "Why are you doing this! Why are following me everywhere I go! I don't understand it milord. The way you look at me is frightening.."Joanna was hesitant seeing his dark red eyes look into hers. She feared that the lord would kill her for something so small. The stories she heard about him wasn't a good look for him but she was sure that he didn't care for anyones opinon about him except for her. "Everytime you try and run away from me it just makes me want to chase you even more. Your going to be all mine no man shall touch you but I my beautiful Joanna." Alonso gave her a smile that was filled with insanity. Joanna knew the lord was deranged but she didn't know what was in store for her next.

In the fourth year of my marriage to Derek Holloway, my mother-in-law and I swapped souls. When she clung to my husband, sobbing that cooking was too exhausting and that we needed to hire a maid, I stood to the side, face cold, and snapped at her loudly. “You think my son’s money grows on trees? You can’t even cook a simple meal—what the hell use are you?” When she blushed with shame and reached out to my husband for a hundred dollars to buy groceries, I slapped her hard across the face. “You need a hundred bucks just to buy groceries? You think my son earns money that easily?” Watching her clutch her stinging cheek and break down in tears, I laughed out loud, feeling deliciously satisfied. Hadn’t she always treated me exactly like that—hitting and scolding me whenever she pleased?

In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend