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A story of my relationship with my Dad.
In a quaint little town nestled among rolling hills, a story of an unbreakable bond unfolds. This is the story of my relationship with my dad.
From my earliest memories to the present day, he has been my rock, my guide, and my source of unwavering love. As a child, I remember the moments of pure joy when my dad would scoop me up in his strong arms, lifting me high into the air. His laughter would blend with mine, creating a symphony of happiness that echoed through our home. In those fleeting moments, I felt invincible, knowing that with my dad by my side, anything was possible. As I grew older, my dad became my teacher, imparting wisdom with patience and understanding. Whether it was helping me with math problems or offering advice on life's challenges, he was always there, ready to lend a hand and a listening ear. He taught me the importance of perseverance and instilled in me the belief that I could achieve anything I set my mind to. But our relationship wasn't built solely on laughter and lessons. There were times when life presented us with hardships and trials that tested our bond. I remember a dark period when I felt lost and overwhelmed, drowning in a sea of self-doubt. It was during those moments that my dad's unwavering support shone through. He became my anchor, offering guidance and reassurance when I needed it most. His words of encouragement were a balm to my wounded spirit, reminding me that I was never alone. Through his love, he taught me the importance of resilience, teaching me to navigate life's storms with courage and grace. As the years passed, our roles shifted. I began to see my dad not only as a father but also as a friend. We shared countless conversations, delving into the depths of life's mysteries, hopes, and dreams. He became my confidant, someone I could trust with my deepest fears and greatest aspirations. Now, as I stand at the threshold of adulthood, our bond continues to strengthen. Though miles may separate us at times, the connection between our hearts remains unbreakable. Our phone calls are filled with laughter, shared stories, and a genuine interest in each other's lives. My dad's unwavering support and love are a constant source of comfort, reminding me that no matter where life takes me, he will always be my rock. In the tapestry of life, the thread of my relationship with my dad weaves a beautiful and intricate pattern. It is a story of love, strength, and unwavering support. Through the ups and downs, the laughter and tears, our bond remains steadfast, a testament to the power of a father's love. As I embark on my own journey, I carry with me the lessons and memories forged in the crucible of our relationship. My dad's love has shaped me into the person I am today, and I am forever grateful for the blessing of having him as my father. Together, we have written a story that transcends time, and it will forever be etched in the depths of my heart.
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
Princess Ayla is given to King Rhobart as a war prize, to be his personal slave. When she arrives in Nordmar, her new home, she is ready to do anything in order to survive. She will soon learn that King Rhobart is a man cold like the ice and haunted by demons. ********************** "I am going to pay for the dress. And everything else," Ayla said. "Ohh," Rhobart said and arched an eyebrow. "Do you cook?" "No, but...." "Clean?" "No." "Make clothes? Knit? Stitch? Take care of animals? Hunt? Fight? Anything?" Ayla's shoulders slumped forward, "No." "Then you are useless."
Two years after her marriage, Ximena lost consciousness in a pool of her own blood during a difficult childbirth. She forgot that her ex-husband was actually getting married to someone else that day. "Let's get a divorce, but the baby stays with me." His words before their divorce was finalized still lingered in her head. He wasn't there for her, but he wanted full custody of their child. Ximena would rather die than see her child call someone else mother. As a result, she gave up the ghost on the operating table with two babies left in her belly. But that wasn't the end for her... Years later, fate caused them to meet again. Ramon was a changed man this time. He wanted to keep her to himself even though she was already a mother of two children. When he found out about her wedding, he stormed into the venue and created a scene. "Ramon, I died once before, so I don't mind dying again. But this time, I want us to die together," she yelled, glaring at him with hurt in her eyes. Ximena thought he didn't love her and was happy that she was finally out of his life. But what she didn't know was that the news of her unexpected death had shattered his heart. For a long time, he cried alone due to the pain and agony. He always wished he could turn back the hands of time or see her beautiful face once again. The drama that came later became too much for Ximena. Her life was filled with twists and turns. Soon, she was torn between getting back with her ex-husband or moving on with her life. What would she choose?
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?