𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 1 "You... just left my room! I don't want to see your ugly face again, you..." He said ferociously, clenches his fists and his face turns red with rage. He takes a step toward her. without uttering a word, she quietly exits the room, her eyes downcast. 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 2. She, already in bed, is surprised to see him approaching, preparing to sleep beside her. "Why are you sleeping here?" She asked shockingly "This is my house. I can sleep anywhere. I don't need your permission." he replied calmly He takes a blanket and settles in next to her. He hears footsteps, sees her getting up, and becomes curious. " Where are you going?" He asked hurriedly "In another room."she replies "Darn it, little dove, come and sleep beside me. You are not allowed to sleep without me from today." He said making her left shocked by his sudden request, and the room is filled with a sense of tension. 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 3. "You must be enjoying this luxurious life, don't you? This house, the jewelry, these clothes, and everything else. You're nothing but a gold digger." He said vehemently. His words hang heavy in the air, and she visibly flinches, hurt by his accusations. 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 4. He raises his voice, his frustration evident, while she listens attentively. "Dammit, little dove, why do you always seem to want to make me angry? Why are you working at that inexpensive café?" He Said frustratelty She responds calmly but assertively. "Because I don't wanna depend on you" she replied He shouts again, the tension in the room palpable. "I earn for you. You're my wife, and you have every right to my money. There's no need for you to work outside. I work hard for you." He again shouted at her --------------------------- The pictures I used here is not mine credit goes to the respective owners

Getting teleported to another planet is not a problem for Raelynn at all. Being pampered by love and affection by her 4 sexy guardians is definitely not a problem at all. Raelynn's problem started when her 4 hunks of guardians started to treat her as a little girl instead of a 24 years old adult woman. Warning: This story is for a mature audience only. Read the tags before you proceed. This is a ddlg story. Copyright myrawrites123 All rights reserved

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

From the moment Noah laid eyes on pure Jess, he knew she has to be his. She's beautiful in every sense of the word. She looked like a dream, a redemption. And he, the embodiment of nightmare and sin, wanted to be redeemed by her. This is a story about a girl who writes letters as she leaves them on random places and a story of a guy whose life was saved because of her. As he searches for this mysterious writer, he realizes that the world may not be cruel to him after all.