zodiac sign goddess

My childhood sweetheart and I are about to exchange rings at our wedding ceremony. Just then, a young woman charges into his arms and says pitifully, "Don't abandon me." My childhood sweetheart brought her home when he was in high school after chancing upon her by the roadside. Everyone knows how doting he is toward her. When she charges into his arms, she "accidentally" shoves me aside. I lose my balance and fall off the stage, knocking my head on the steps. I end up in a coma. When I wake up again, I'm taken back to the day my childhood sweetheart meets the young woman.

I sat at the table, watching the food grow cold, much like my heart. Today was my birthday. It was also Leslie Buck's birthday—Katherine White's childhood sweetheart. I unlocked my phone and opened Leslie's social media page. As expected, a new post awaited me. "Grateful to have you by my side for every birthday. Let's keep our promise to celebrate every one of them together in the future!" The photo showed two hands forming a heart in front of a cake. One of them was Katherine's. I could tell from the bracelet she wore. It was the one I had given her. I gave the post a like, then set my phone aside. Without hesitation, I dumped the dishes Katherine liked into the trash and went out to a restaurant to order the food I liked, celebrating my birthday alone. From now on, I would make sure to enjoy every birthday of mine.

When my son was born, I noticed a small, round birthmark on his arm. But the weird thing? By the time I opened my eyes again after giving birth, it was gone. I figured maybe I'd imagined it. That is, until the baby shower. My brother-in-law's son, born the same day as mine, had the exact same birthmark. Clear as day. That's when it hit me. I didn't say a word, though. Not then. I waited. Eighteen years later, at my son's college acceptance party, my brother-in-law stood up and dropped the truth bomb: the "amazing" kid I'd raised was theirs. I just smiled and invited him and his wife to take their "rightful" seats at the table.

I was the sole front desk clerk at a haunted hotel. Welcoming players, checking in on the bosses’ quarters, and slacking off a bit were all part of the job. At least, that was what I thought. It turned out my days were far from ordinary. A blood-drenched little girl in a tattered red dress kept ringing the service bell. Her eerie voice echoed, “Miss, why didn’t you come play with me?” A creepy black cat with glowing eyes wouldn’t stop meowing and rubbing against my legs. And then there was the old woman with claws like knives, cheerfully knitting me a sweater… out of players’ skin. One day, I took a day off to care for my sick mother. That was my biggest mistake. The entire game instance erupted in chaos. Bosses interrogated players, demanding to know where their precious front desk clerk had gone. “Did she abandon us? Is she never coming back?” I ran. They chased. But no matter how fast I fled, their grip on me only tightened. In the end, escape wasn’t an option.

My grandmother only knows how to draw one thing—infants. They're ugly, but people line up to buy the paintings. I watch as she takes those women into unlit rooms. Then, their bloodcurdling screams will ring out. Oddly enough, they always thank my grandmother when they're leaving. One day, I finally find out what exactly my grandmother paints. I discover the truth when I see an infant crawl out of one of the women's bellies—it looks just like the one my grandmother has painted.

Vivian sacrificed everything for the sake of her marriage with Syrus. She left her work and family to put up with his toxic mother all in the name of preserving their wedding. Yet that didn't stop Syrus from having an affair, what's worse? He wasn't afraid to show it. Having had enough, Vivian asked for a divorce determined to kick-start her life and chase her dreams. If only her ex-husband and his family would just leave her in peace.

"And what do you intend to do with the power that comes with being my consigliera?" She smirked. "Good. And just a little touch of treason." Died as a weakling, reborn strong and wise. Andrea's stepmother had played her for a fool and gotten them all killed. Until the day of her death, Andrea blamed herself for the demise of her family. Now, being reborn, she has to hold on to those she once lost — or she might loose them all over again. And she would do this and get her revenge with the help of her perfect mafia boss fiancé - Ryker Darius.

Darlene was a rejected and bullied Omega, until the moon goddess hears her cries and blesses her with a strong and powerful Alpha, Conri.Three years she's been trying her best to please him and he's been caring for her in return until a beautiful and strong Luna shows up a week ago and suddenly, Darlene becomes a worthless piece of trash.He rejects her knowing that the consequences would lead to her being banished and exiled, and he proposes to the Luna.Darlene is shattered, she's carrying their unborn baby, the Alpha's heir but she decides to keep it a secret.Travelling far away, she stumbles upon an icy cold Lycan King, he's the definition of masculine beauty and strength. He's a billionaire CEO and he's in need of a contract wife.With her baby on the way it's a plus, she's in need of money and the Billionaire CEO is offering her a mouth watering sum. She accepts to be his pretend wife for three years. When she delivers she finds out they're triplets, now fate brings Alpha Conri back into her life, he finds out that she's different from the girl he used to toss around and she has a new man and unknown to him, her three babies are His. Alpha Conri is jealous and he wants her back, he's on his knees and he wants a second chance, who would she pick?

“Uh-ahh.“ my moan echoed in the bedroom. “That's it, now call me daddy while I fuck you like a dirty slut” my dad's best friend said tighting his grip on my waist and without warning, he rammed his big cock into my pussy. I cried out and arched my back wanting more, I couldn't get enough of this fucking pleasure. He rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting harder into my pussy. “Now come for daddy.“ He ordered softly. That was my undoing, I exploded around him. “Good girl.“ He said giving my clot feathery strokes.

Crossing part with Satan's heir was never my plan. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now, he is under my tail. Betrayed by my supposed fiancé, stuck with the devil himself. If he was the only man on Earth, I would rather die single, but I can't, not when he stalks me, makes me shiver at his touch and make me beg desperately, on my knees. I wasn't ready to accept him in my life, not after the first betrayal from my fiancé but he forced his way into my life, and turned my world upside down.