Bizarre

After three years of marriage, I suddenly began to realize that my wife might have a low libido. One evening, my older neighbor, who was sympathetic, kindly invited me over. That night, I stumbled upon his wife in the middle of a passionate entanglement with another man through a crack in the door. The next day, my neighbor said to me, "Hey, Cyril, you know, Heather has always liked you."

Asher Crayson, a billionaire accustomed to wealth, fame, and comfort, finds himself perpetually unable to discover genuine love or a life partner. Then, enters Adina Lois Kenan, a remarkable rarity in today's world – a virgin. Adina's friends mistakenly label her as overly virtuous and conspire to deceive her, ultimately leaving her in Asher's bed. In Asher's eyes, she seems like just another conquest, another woman who willingly threw herself at his mercy. Their night together takes a dark turn, as she lies unconscious, and Asher's actions border on assault. The presence of blood on the bed serves as a haunting reminder that Adina is no ordinary woman. She makes a hasty exit, grappling with a feeling of violation, yet paradoxically sensing an inexplicable connection to this bizarre situation. Adina, struggling financially and unable to access the medical assistance she needs, harbors a fervent desire never to cross paths with Asher again. However, her world is turned upside down when, two weeks later, she discovers that she is pregnant. Now faced with an unexpected and life-altering choice, Adina must grapple with the implications of her situation. As for Asher, when he learns that a woman with whom he had a single encounter is carrying his child, he too is thrust into a whirlwind of uncertainty and responsibility. The story unfolds with a cascade of emotions, dilemmas, and choices, leaving both Adina and Asher at the crossroads of destiny.

"You’re running from monsters you don’t understand, Emma. But what happens when you realize the biggest one is staring at you in the mirror?" Kael’s voice was low, dangerous. “You don’t belong in their world—or mine.” Emma is a human journalist with an unrelenting curiosity, determined to uncover the truth behind a string of bizarre animal attacks plaguing her small town. But her investigation leads her into a hidden world where creatures of the night rule, and nothing is as it seems. A deadly encounter changes her life forever, thrusting her into the arms of Kael, a brooding Alpha wolf with secrets of his own. As Emma’s world unravels, she must navigate dangerous alliances, forbidden love, and a revelation about herself that could alter the balance of power between vampires and werewolves forever. Some truths are worth risking everything for. Even your humanity.

"That woman, i want her to be mine." Maximillian Grant, the Alpha of the white pack wolves. He's a dominant masculine leader with an enormous aura of authority and danger that makes his enemy trembled in fear. A very handsome man, yet a grumpy and serious type who doesn't take anything lightly. A bossy one, and a nonchalant person, and the leader of the notorious mafia clan in Philidelphia. This grumpy leader accidentally crosses the path of an innocent beautiful woman with a bizarre scent that makes him calm whenever his anxiety attacks whenever rain falls. He became curious for this woman and finds himself getting more obsessed with her. Her name is Blaire Adamson, one of her employees in the low department. That interests became more vivid, when he finds out that an Omega of another pack is being closed to her, and something came up to his mind. Owning Blaire Adamson. Will Maximillian fall for Blaire, or he's attitude overtake him again, an attitude that he wants to possess what the other person treasure, and wants to became his. Will he come up a contract to Blaire that will bind her from him? Can the Alpha, and also a mafia boss obsession turn into romance?

Studying abroad can be incredibly lonely at times. That night, I was in my room, indulging in a little treat for myself, when my best friend suddenly burst through the door. "Doing it yourself is no fun. Come on. There's a super cool cabaret show going on. Let's go see it together!" On stage, my friend was reclining in a chair behind the curtain, with two strong-looking men on top of her. "Come on. Join us for a group dance..."

Ginny White, tall and curvy, was a graduate from a famous university. She wore a long white dress. I'd fallen for her since I saw her for the first time, but she didn't pay any attention to me. I never expected that just half a day later, Ginny would be on her knees begging me to do such a thing to her, just to get a bite to eat.

My roommate had a peculiar knack for pestering everyone into liking her posts on social media, all so she could collect enough likes to claim some prize or another. It was her way of life—nagging, nudging, and guilting us into clicking that little thumbs-up. One time, the campus beauty queen liked my roommate's ad for a facial mask. Not long after, she was in a horrific car accident. The vehicle caught fire, and her face suffered severe burns, leaving her disfigured beyond recognition. Meanwhile, my roommate seemed to undergo a miraculous transformation, her complexion turning porcelain fair and flawless as though she'd been kissed by the heavens. Then there was the academic prodigy, a shoe-in for graduate school, who liked her tutoring service post. Shortly after, he was exposed for academic fraud, and his once-brilliant reputation was reduced to ashes. Strangely enough, my roommate's research paper suddenly won an award, catapulting her to fame and fortune. And me? I fell into her trap too. I liked her rental agency ad, and before I knew it, my world crumbled. A scandal erupted, revealing that I was the result of a mix-up at birth. It turned out she was the long-lost child of wealth and privilege—a hidden gem cast into the rough, now reclaimed by her rightful family. As for me, I was packed off to the countryside village she had escaped from and forced into a brutal marriage with an old man. My life became a living hell, and eventually, I died there, broken and forgotten. But fate wasn't done with me yet. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day my roommate begged me to like her post in exchange for yet another prize.

On my birthday, my boyfriend gave me a pearl bracelet and claimed it would bring wealth. I did not believe it. However, just a few days later, I actually won 15 million dollars. I happily went to claim my prize, but the very next day, my bank balance vanished overnight. Not only that, I was left paralyzed from the waist down, and my appearance aged by thirty years! I cried and went to my boyfriend for help, only to find out that he, once poor, was then driving a sports car. His paralyzed sister miraculously stood up overnight, while even his sixty-year-old mother transformed into a young woman, as if reborn. I confronted him, asking if the pearl bracelet was cursed. He shoved me to the ground, saying, "What kind of crazy person are you? I think you've watched too much TV and lost your mind!" After dying in anger, I was reborn on my birthday. My boyfriend eyed me with ill intent, holding a pearl bracelet in his hand, preparing to put it on me...

Disaster struck during my sophomore year.  Not only did my family fall into poverty, I ended up getting diagnosed with cancer as well. I was so broke that I only had a hundred dollars left to my name. Desperate for cash, I tried to pawn off the family amulet I had been wearing since I was a child. Unexpectedly, the storekeeper of the pawn shop took a glance before refusing it with a curt shake of his head. “This amulet is cursed. Whoever wears it is doomed to lead a short life. I can’t possibly take it.”

On the day we decided to get a divorce, I saw Miranda’s account book while I was packing up my stuff. Aside from our daily expenses, Miranda had also set up a scoring sheet for me. Miranda had taken notes of all the things I had done ever since we started dating. Some of them were such miniscule things that even I had forgotten. She took note of them all with a red pen, and she scored them by either awarding me points or deducting them. However, the further down the sheet, the more points were deducted. In the end, I saw Miranda add one line in black ink. [He’s no longer the Henry Jones who used to love me: -100]