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Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce

Anna thought her life ended the moment she saw her husband, Daniel Clafford, in the arms of her sister. She had already lost her unborn child something Daniel never even noticed and now, with her last shred of hope shattered, she decided to leave quietly. But fate was cruel. Before she could walk away, she was pushed off the balcony of the Clafford estate. Only… she didn’t die. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the day of her wedding, her sister having run away and Anna forced to take her place as the replacement bride. This time, Anna swore things would be different. No love. No expectations. No more foolish devotion to a husband who only brought her heartbreak and cold indifference. Yet something is wrong. The Daniel of this life isn’t the same man she remembers. He refuses to ignore her, refuses to let her go, and most shockingly—refuses to divorce her. “I’m telling you, Anna. Stop bringing divorce into our conversations,” Daniel warned, his voice taut. His heart ached, but seeing her unyielding expression made his resolve crumble. With trembling hands, he cupped her face and whispered: “Please… give me a chance. I promise I’ll love you right this time.” But Anna only laughed bitterly. To her, Daniel Clafford was still the same man—wicked, calculating, dangerous. He married her with a motive. And now he dared beg her to stay? Dream on, Daniel Clafford. Because this time… Anna was determined to make him taste his own medicine.
akshaya_vanne · 703.5k Views

After Marriage (GL)

AFTER MARRIAGE Some love stories begin with a kiss. Theirs began with a contract. Sita is calm, reserved, and orderly — the kind of person who finds solace in silence. Vedehi is chaos wrapped in charm — loud, lively, and allergic to stillness. They have nothing in common… except heartbreak, family pressure, and a desperate need to escape. When both women land in England hoping to find love, all they find is disappointment — and each other. One impulsive proposal later, they're bound by a two-year contract marriage: no love, no drama, just a fake relationship to get their families off their backs. But fate has other plans. Sita is still searching for a woman from her past — someone who once held her heart. Vedehi, in helping her find that lost love, quietly falls for the very person she's supposed to be pretending with. Just when feelings start to blur and the contract begins to crumble, tragedy strikes. A sudden accident leaves Sita with no memory — not of the contract, not of the marriage, not even of Vedehi. Now Vedehi is left holding onto a love that only she remembers… And a wife who no longer knows her. Will Sita ever recall what they had? Will Vedehi’s love be enough to rebuild what fate tore apart? Or will their story remain a forgotten promise, lost between silence and memory? "After Marriage" is a breathtaking sapphic romance of opposites, survival, heartbreak, and healing. It’s about falling in love with someone who forgot you — and choosing them, even when they can't choose you back. Because sometimes, the most unforgettable love stories… Are the ones that begin after marriage. Dear Reader, “After Marriage” is more than just a love story — it’s a journey through silence, chaos, heartbreak, and healing. I promise you a story that will make you laugh when you least expect it and cry when you don’t want to. I promise you characters who are beautifully flawed, frustratingly human, and deeply real. I promise tension, misunderstandings, soft moments, and fierce ones — all stitched together with raw emotion and quiet hope. This isn’t a perfect romance. This is about two women who learn that love doesn’t always arrive the way we imagine — sometimes it comes late, sometimes through pain, and sometimes… disguised as a contract. But when it finally finds them, it stays. So, as you turn each page, I hope you feel every heartbeat, every fight, every smile, and every scar. And above all, I promise — by the end of this story, you’ll believe that real love… never truly forgets. With all my heart, — The Author
PHI · 50.8k Views

On The Alpha's Bed

He groaned into my ear, and I knew he was relishing the feeling of me cumming on his cock. He slowed his thrusts now, guiding me through my orgasm. It flowed through me from head to toe, hot and tumultuous, and my fingernails dug into Heather's back. I was drenched in sweat. Our abdomens slid over one another, finally coming to a halt. “Turn around.” Heather's voice was gravelly, thick with pleasure. His teeth looked sharp, his golden eyes blazing, and I knew that the wolf was surging through him, just beneath his surface. He pulled out of me, and I took my legs from around his waist. Heather grabbed my hips and flipped me over, onto my belly. The ease with which he handled my curvaceous figure always astounded me – his strength seemed limitless. He lifted me onto my hands and knees, gripping my hip with one hand and my shoulder with the other, pulling me to He entered me again, and I gasped as his cock filled me once more. With this new angle of penetration, he began to hit new, deeper places inside me, which came bursting to life with each thrust. I arched my back, and Heather's hand left my shoulder to grip my hair. He pulled my head back, which arched my back even further, and he sank somehow deeper. His cock rubbed my g-spot repeatedly, inciting flash after blinding flash of pleasure between my legs, and I knew that I wouldn't last long. Heather began to quicken his pace. His breath came fast, peppered with low groans of pleasure, as his pelvis slapped into my ass time after time. He curled his body over mine, and his hand left my hair and slid around my abdomen. His hand found the top of my pussy and rubbed at my clit. I cried out as fireworks burst inside my cunt, making my legs tremble. I was panting with each thrust, my eyes squeezing shut at the overwhelming sensation of both his cock inside me, and his hand simultaneously rubbing my clitoris. Hot, exquisite waves of pleasure lapped at my pussy and rose inside me, until I was gasping for breath, drowning ... Heather groaned and his cock pulsed inside me. A hot rush of cum burst in my pussy. We came together, rolling and undulating with the waves that crashed through us, shuddering and gasping, our slick, sweat-covered bodies sliding against one another. I whimpered and my hands collapsed beneath me, leaving my upper body lying flat on the mat, and my ass in the air. Heather buried his cock deep, one last time, and my pussy pulsed on him, squeezing out the final drops of his seed. We both collapsed onto the mat completely then, Heather on top, still inside me from behind. We lay gasping together, until our breaths slowed and the sweat cooled on our bodies. I floated on a river of bliss. “Now that's focus,” I said softly, and Heather's chest shuddered on my back as he laughed. “I'll teach you some more self-defense tomorrow,” he said. “You're doing well – I just have to keep my damn hands off you.” His arms snaked around my body and he clutched my breasts. “Which isn't easy.” He slid out of me, and we repositioned packed on the carpet until we both lay on our , with his muscular arm cushioning my head. I felt sleepy, drunk with relaxation. “Thanks for teaching me to defend myself,” I said softly in his ear. “It's been my pleasure,” Heather laughed. And then his face grew serious. “I just hope you never have to. Because that would mean that I'm dead.” He looked into my eyes, and traced a finger slowly over the naked curve of my waist. The way Heather touched me, the way he looked at me in that moment, made me feel beautiful and delicate. Precious. “I would die to protect you,” he said. Goosebumps raised over my entire body. I wasn't sure whether it was because of his finger trailing over my naked skin, or because of his words. At that moment, I felt more safe than I ever had in my life.
Nkechi_Ncho · 919 Views