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The Hurt Of Billionaire

You are no wife to me, do you get it?" He said, stepping forward crushing my already thinned personal bubble. "I am marrying you because of circumstances. The sooner you feed that to your peanut size brain, the better it will be for you and me. Do you understand?". Pushing me back against the wall with so much force it made me grunt at impact. Intense pain shot through my body when he pressed himself on me. It was like he was trying to ram me into the wall or something! Asshole- idiot- Big fat S-O-B. All these curses were going through my mind. All I want to do now is scratch his arrogant face and give him a feel of his own medicine. However, in this compromising position, I am right now! I can hardly move. So, all I did was look straight into his eyes and glared back with the same intensity. I try to break free by pushing and squirming. Alex had me in a grip so tight it felt like a hulk holding me down, so hard that it was painful. I tried to look away, but his voice made me freeze. "Answer me. Do not look away when I am talking to you bit*h!”. “Do-You-Get-What-I-Just Said? Or do I need to make myself a little clearer? hmm?" "Yes, I get it. I'm-Not-Your-Wife." "Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your wife," I said, more like spat it out, it was like poison coming out of my mouth. "Why are you smirking at me bitch?" he asked. Completely oblivious to what is about to come. I composed my happiness concealing it with my ‘I’m am innocent, like a kitty look’. "Oh, you're about to find out," I said.

Hurtful Love

She abandoned everything for a man. However, the man she loved cursed that her baby was a bastard and didn't deserve to live in this world. In order to save his lover, he regardless of her life and tortured her day and night. In the end, she fell firmly into the hell... Would he regret it?

No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise

For each of us, things and events present themselves differently. We cannot afford to be envious of the happiness of others. Happiness comes in different forms; we need to be attentive and know our needs to seize the opportunity when it arises. Do we know what it's like to love and be loved when we are young? Are our choices considered? We will never know if we never try it, and love does not wait for age. It falls on you. And fate? Does that mean anything to you? So no matter how hard you try to change it, it remains unchanged. What is written cannot be undone. At Woodhill, a private high school located in the heart of New York, the elites of this society come together to receive the best academic training of all time. All these teenagers are descendants of responsible and prosperous families. But as it is written, there are always exceptions when there are rules enacted somewhere. Among the rotten-spoiled petty-bourgeois, a few children from the small society are accepted as little geniuses. They all have brilliant brains; that's the only thing they have in common with New York City's future leaders. Again, there are a few exceptions among those who can afford academic training worthy of their social rank but do not have the required level. But as they say, between friends, we support each other. Money makes the law. Of course, you can be brilliant but can't afford to access Woodhill. On the other hand, if you are part of this bourgeois elite, you are unlikely to be denied access. There is a boy with the most interesting personality in this category, who is intelligent but does not have sufficient means. Some say that he is bipolar, others say that he has schizophrenia, and so many stories circulate about him, but no one really knows who he is. Howie is the name of this mysterious boy who is being chatted up in Woodhill. A god-sand-beautiful, intelligent, and talented boy who, unfortunately, is poor and disturbed. Some see him as a waste because of that.

The Second Orphan (A HARRY POTTER FANFICTION)

CRINGE WARNING THIS WAS MY FIRST EVER FANFIC!!!! [ C O M P L E T E D ] 'Whites always get what they want, don't they?' - Unknown Melody White is a pureblood orphan that lives at Wool's Orphanage. She was brought to the orphanage at the age of seven after her family dies, and meets Tom Riddle. She realizes the signs of a wizard and tries to befriend Tom seeing as he had no friends, but Tom doesn't exactly want any friends. After introducing him to the wizarding world at the age of nine and rejecting Cygnus Lestrange's hand in friendship at eleven because he insulted Tom, Melody is Sorted into Gryffindor. Join them on their journey as Melody continues to try and save Tom from the Dark Arts. [If you find any other story like mine with the same idea in a way that violates my copyright status, please report it, as I do not want my ideas being stolen. I don't mind people getting ideas or inspiration from this though] [Not the length of a novel, I just couldn’t change the novel tag so....] THIS STORY IS THE FIRST I PUBLISHED ON WATTPAD. PLEASE EXCUSE ME IF IT IS TOO HASTY OR TERRIBLE. I COMPLETELY AGREE.

Fork

Harry and Philip Potter

I've been very interested recently in the Harry Potter works again, and have read through a stupid amount of HP Fan fics by other creators, hence I thought screw it... i'll make my own take on it too! I really hope you all enjoy it, this will have a lot more passion from me as a writer as I also grew up around Harry Potter so it's nice to go back to something I use to love and love it once more with my own spin on things. Please upvote this novel for other people to enjoy. ------------------------------------------------- You can expect around 2 Chapters a day, 10 chapters a week, 40 chapters a month. This is taking my work and personal life into consideration also, hence why there is 4 less chapters a week.

Snowed In: Kit and Harry

Someone -- or something -- is causing magical blizzards at Fairleigh Hall. The estate is suffering, and the Earl has requested assistance.<br><br>Constable Kit Thompson, of Bow Street’s Preternatural Division, isn’t especially thrilled to be sent out to the country. At least the assignment gets him away from fashionable London society and his own unwanted celebrity after successfully solving a notorious case. Of course, he’s now trapped at a country estate due to closed roads, snowstorms, and magic, but Kit’s always liked solving puzzles. He’s good at using empathic skills for investigations, and this is definitely a challenge. Besides, the Earl’s younger brother is an irritating and delicious temptation, all blue eyes and muscles and boundless enthusiastic optimism. Kit wants to either shake sense into him or kiss him senseless -- and can’t trust him, either, because if someone’s genuinely sabotaging the weather, everyone’s a suspect.<br><br>Harry Arden, younger brother of the Earl of Fairleigh, has never met a Preternatural Division constable before, much less a famous and celebrated one. He wants to help. And he wants to make that attractive but cynical constable smile, at least once. But the estate hides a family secret, and Harry knows perfectly well Kit doesn’t trust him ... and for good reason. Still, Harry offers to do what he can to assist with the investigation, and if that means spending more time with Kit, that’s a bonus. <br><br>When Harry and Kit end up caught by those magical storms, snowed in together at the old hunting lodge, they’ll have to trust each other with their secrets ... and their hearts.

Forks:It lives in woods

Innocent Fork (Dinner Fork)

The way looks simple and awesome to view, all the greenies are so attractive But it's a WRONG TURN.