Novels

One day,I accidentally discovered that I could share sensations with my husband.\nNot only could I feel the pain from his injuries,but I could also experience the pleasure he felt when doing things he loved.\nUntil one night,while he was live-streaming a skydiving event from the United States,I watched as he and his female partner soared together—and suddenly,I felt an indescribable surge of pleasure...\n1\nMy husband,Chase,is a thrill-seeker,especially passionate about skydiving.\nI,on the other hand,am a professional designer—one of us is always on the move,while the other is steady,and that’s ho

"The officers seemed unsure. While they didn’t completely buy Mitchell’s story, they were bound by procedure, and they looked at me apologetically.\nMitchell’s smirk deepened. He knew that as long as he could stall, he could keep me from reclaiming the house for a bit longer.\nBut I was one step ahead. I lazily waved my hand. “There’s no need to make this complicated.”\n"

I wanted to surprise my wife, so I secretly went to her concert. When I ran into her, a famous male star, David Fitch, smiled evilly in the lounge backstage. "Who do you like better, me or that useless man in your family?" Stella Marry kissed him flatteringly, "How can he compare with you?" Through the half-open door, I tore the new album contract she had dreamed of into pieces.

In the final stages of cancer, my only chance at life-saving chemotherapy was bought out by Frank and given to Rachel, who was in the early stages. I gave up on the doctor's life-saving plan and swallowed strong pain-blocking medication. The price was organ failure and death in 3 days.

My father sent me to my husband's company to test him. A surprise inspection, he’d called it.

My sister, Alexis, was straight-up obsessed with me. When I was ten, some dirtbag tried to snatch her. I ended up in his car instead. They got their ransom, and I came home, but my face was sliced up pretty bad. My legs were broken, too. Alexis went into overdrive. She took over Dad’s business and turned it into a freakin' empire. I became the center of her universe. Also, her untouchable nerve. Some jerk at school called me "scarface". Alexis shoved his head into a trash can full of rats. He was barely recognizable. Another kid whispered I was a cripple. Alexis ran him over with a steamroller, turning his legs into hamburger. Alexis was a stone-cold killer to everyone in town. Except me. She spoiled me rotten. She dropped a ton of cash on reconstructive surgery, fixed my legs, and sent me to college overseas. Right before I came home, I got a wedding invitation from her. She was so excited. Said I was getting a new brother-in-law who would love me just as much. She even sent me a picture of the lucky dude. I walked into the house, and this guy, her fiancé, busted in with a bunch of goons. He thought I was the boy toy Alexis was keeping on the side. He started beating the crap out of me. Alexis finally showed up, and he pointed at me, lying on the floor, and whined: “Am I not good enough for you? Is he better than me?” Alexis' eyes went red: “You don’t have enough lives to be compared to him.”

The Man I Had a Crush On Went Blind I pretended to be his fiancée and took care of him for a year. When the real one came back, I was kicked out of the villa. I went abroad to work alone.

My wife was a fool. For three years, I took complete care of her and gave her everything.

My cousin was born without a uterus and with a sealed vaginal canal. Medically speaking, she was intersex. But that didn’t stop her from spending nearly every night out with a different boyfriend, flaunting her supposed sex life like it was some kind of trophy. One day, she leaned in close with a conspiratorial grin and whispered to me, “You know, Fran, there’s more than one way to make a guy happy.” I tried to talk some sense into her, warned her about the infections, the risks, the sheer lack of hygiene and honestly, she’s just asking for an STD. But she just laughed it off. Then she fell for some rich boy—second-generation money, the kind that came with an estate and a last name that mattered. And suddenly, she wasn’t so cocky anymore. She asked me whether she should get surgery to “fix” herself, to make everything work the way a man like that would expect. I warned her—surgery comes with risks. A woman’s body isn’t some tool made to satisfy a man. If she wanted to be with someone, she had to put her own health and dignity first. But she wasn’t interested in being careful. She believed her tricks in bed—or whatever version of it she could manage—would be enough to keep him around. On their wedding night, no matter what tricks she pulled out of her twisted little playbook, he still turned on her. Said she disgusted him. Word spread like wildfire. The guy’s family kicked her out like yesterday’s garbage. The engagement was called off before the wedding cake had even been cut. Her dream of marrying into wealth? Dead in the water. She lost everything—her pride, her place in high society and the engagement. Her dream of marrying into wealth? Dead in the water. And then she blamed me for it all. She poured gasoline on me and set me on fire. “You bitch! If it weren’t for you talking me out of the surgery, I wouldn’t be a laughingstock right now!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that exam room—the very day she told me her secret.