We live together the life of the judge and how he is affected by the cases that are presented to him and how he affects them.. Is the judge affected by the words of prostitutes and his lust is aroused, or is he wise For the first time we will break into his private life, to see at first that the one they call the executioner is more merciful than those he killed, or even for them. When he finds him, he says to him himself, "Give me a day of peace of mind, with a happy heart, and take away my position."
Part 1
The sun woke me from my sleep. Took a long time to sleep,
She woke me up as if she wanted me to get back to myself early.
Maybe the sunshine made me feel like I'm not like every day, or maybe it stripped me of my calm nature.
I felt as if she had taken pity on me, for I had been torturing myself all night before.
I slowly opened my eyes.
Because I just fell asleep.
I was amazed because I could feel the sun's rays glow and burn.
As if it was now noon! I was amazed that she was just shining!
Although I didn't curse my wakefulness, I would have liked to thank her.
Because she woke me up to take a shower.
Maybe the cold water will get me back to normal again.
_ I removed the covering from myself, and as soon as it was removed, my features darkened because I was still completely naked.
I looked at my wife who slept in the bed next to me, and she too had just slept, and how I asked her last night, what I had not asked of her all these years.
I felt ashamed of myself. Because I forced her to sleep naked to see her like that! Oh God, I feel ashamed of myself.
How can my name be the eloquent judge? They always call me sober! Do what you did last night?
I looked at her naked body beside me; I thought of the features of her face, those in which childhood stubbornly matured; She still enjoys the innocence of her childish features even though she is in her mature youth stage. Then I looked at my body ashamed of myself, then extended my hand and covered her body so that the cold air would not hurt him.
I was going to wake her up so she could take a shower and get dressed. I pitied her because I tired her out last night.
I looked at the floor and saw that it was filled with our clothes randomly scattered everywhere.
I quietly gathered my clothes and tried; I don't make a sound so as not to bother her. Also, I don't want her to see me like that until I take a shower.
_ I hurried to the toilet, walking on tiptoe. As if you were a thief.
I went at last to the toilet without disturbing her, opened the sprinkler and made the water run down my body hard; I felt the parts of my body relaxed for a moment, trying to resume my activity; Even I really felt like I was starting to feel energized.
_But it's strange. I was feeling guilty, I don't understand why all this?
And I paused for a moment while I was still under the water, and it was still gushing over me; So I wondered to myself! Why am I scolding myself with all this scolding? Why am I wondering what I did?
I kept asking myself and I answered her, and perhaps I would succeed in finding a reason to get me out of what I did yesterday.
_Why am I so surprised? Is there forbidden in halal? no I swear.
God allowed me to fill my eyes with the magic of my wife.
What pleases me, and she enjoys my manhood, me and my body, what I have hidden from others is by virtue of religion. If I do nothing wrong!
I say to myself:
_ But I was rude, heavy-handed, strong in lust, my instincts were able to take possession of me, and I did not observe modesty with my wife, affection.
_ Shy ?! Am I shy between me and her? Why did God create it for me? Why did God create me for her? As long as in the end I did not allow myself to benefit from it in a way that pleases me and suffices me?!
_Why am I surprising myself?! I didn't do anything but I collected her in the way that pleases me
I'm still under water, I'm still wondering; I even think about those hours before my evening.
I walked out of my office, and I was just reading a case file of prostitutes caught in a brothel.
I was reading the details of the case and how they were arrested and the statements of the accused.
What caught my attention was not the situation, its circumstances, or even the nature of the detainees.
All this I got used to by repeating it in every case of prostitution.
In any case, I find that the female detainees have the same sayings.
They were forced to practice vice, and none of them came to it with pleasure or willingly.
As for the opinions of the men, they were all coldly admitted. They pass their time out of lust because they are not married, or perhaps because their wives have a disability or disease, or because they are too masculine.
In any case, they steadfastly admit because they know they will not be punished as much as women are punished at worst.
_But what drew me to my attention was the talk of some girls; I mean whores. I found some of them speaking fluently and steadily.
As if she did not practice prostitution by force, but rather she was practicing it with pleasure, and just for fun!
_ I read someone's confessions, and the strange thing that made me enter into that state in which I am is excessive frankness, she was telling her confessions with pleasure! Even the prosecutor stated that she only left him after she offered herself to him.
She was not affected by being in the investigation!
_ The worst is that (the public prosecutor himself) stated that in the prison room she exposed herself to the prisoners through that hole in the wall separating the two detention rooms.
_I found her confessing, as I read from the investigation report, that poverty kills ecstasy and kills his romantic relationship.
Rather, it diverts it from its original purpose, which is pleasure, and poverty turns it into a curse and torment.
Our novel tells of a businessman named among the businessmen "The Lion" for his strength and status, and despite his prestige that terrified everyone who tried to stand before him, he was suddenly exposed to a catastrophe that brought him down. . He fell into a long coma, then was called dead. Then his peers try to ascend his throne and enter his lair. But by chance, she is a poor doctor who comes to him and brings him back to life again, and he regains his prestige and money. But does this lion love that poor woman whom he once expelled from his lair? Or will fate make him love her. And what does a lion look like if he loves?
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
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?
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
She thought he was the villain. He was only trying to save his soul. Rena lives in a world of sunshine, sweets, and simple dreams. Until one reckless decision drops her into a dark realm of secrets, curses and werewolves. Kidnapped, heartbroken. She doesn't know who to trust anymore especially not Logan, the arrogant, cruel Alpha who's keeping her as a hostage. Until she discovers his dark secret. He's been hearing her thoughts all along. Now the walls between them are crumbling. And when feelings grow where hatred once lived, a curse demands that blood becomes a love that demands sacrifice. But how can she give her heart to the one who might need it to die?