A Home For Hunter
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An anxious young father has just returned from a long Business trip, only to find his child sloppily wrapped in a soiled blanket.
With no bottle in sight, his only choice?
To gnaw on his tiny fist, whimpering quietly in his crib, as the shrill giggle; LOUD moans of a soon to be EX Wife; followed up by a nasty dark chuckle & murmured dirty words, only enhance the nightmare of his current reality making IT ALL even more confusing & painful.
His stunned mind recalls her last parting words to him two weeks ago.
Already straddling that thin line of running late, he'd been hurrying out the front door to catch his Uber ride to the Airport.
THAT was when she'd out of the blue, all but spat, "I DON'T wanna be a wife or mother any longer!"
The shock of her SUDDEN cruel words sent him hastily stumbling out their front door, down the steps & toward the long driveway of the house he was CONSTANTLY busting his ASS for; always putting forth the efforts toward doing his best; willing to forgo sleep or proper sustenance, JUST to make it a better home for the three of them.
Only now, he feels numb, like he'd been awoken from a deep sleep.
Sheepishly he's realizing how,
'NOT only had it ALL been just a huge LIE on her part?Now that the curtain of HER duplicity, with its 'OZ like existence' been yanked back, TRUE deceit had nowhere to hide; leaving darkness no other course but spilling out on FULL display.
SO MUCH SO? HOW could HE become more woke!?'
ESPECIALLY looking around. Left trembling; quietly swallowing sobs threatening to break from his lips while recalling picture perfect images of his baby's formerly tidy & clean Nursery; a room that in such a short time, had now been transformed into shocking surroundings; left dirty and neglected; becoming a warped area that has him nearly gagging at the stench! Original & Copyrighted Works of @AshleyMistMalichi2026
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Stay Where I Can See You (Original)
When her bestie's childhood friend Archer gets caught in a messy breakup that spirals into public drama, Amara is asked to keep an eye on him to keep him out of trouble. What she didn't expect was how quickly he'd start showing up everywhere-uninvited, unfiltered, and under her skin. ****************************************************** Archer had sprawled across her bed without asking, one ankle hooked over the other, fingers absently gripping the sheets like he owned the space. His hair kept falling into his eyes as he grinned at her - too casual for someone who'd just invited himself in. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'm gonna start thinking you like me," he mused, voice low and teasing, eyes flicking over her face as if searching for a crack in her expression. Amara exhaled slowly, the sound deliberate. She shifted in her chair, just enough to show she wasn't rattled, closing a little of the distance without moving closer. "I'm looking at you because you're sitting on my bed," she said flatly. His grin deepened, almost sheepish, a flicker of something vulnerable hiding in it. "Well... you didn't tell me to get out." She tilted her head, eyes narrowing, a quiet challenge behind them. "You didn't ask if you could stay." He leaned back on his hands, the pose lazy but his gaze fixed on her, heavy enough to thicken the air between them. "You'd miss me if I left," he murmured, the words half a whisper-like he was testing the truth of it more than making a joke. She studied him for a long moment, really studied him, as if peeling back the bravado to see what sat underneath. Her eyes softened, but her scrutiny didn't fade. She leaned forward a fraction. "Would you miss you if you left?" ❤️ Each character's boards available on my public pinterest account: https://pinterest.com/elliebcarterbooks
You're Still The One *slowly editing* (Completed)
'You didn't answer my question,' he asked, holding her gaze in his hypnotic ones. 'Wh... what question?' She was surprised at her own voice, it sounded like of someone else's. She wanted to ask him--which question, there were so many he had asked her tonight. Each one threatening in their own different ways to her sanity. Brandan smiled mysteriously. Not answering her, he instead said something else, 'Don't keep staring at me like that.' His voice was soft. Suddenly, she found herself in some other world. 'W.. why?' She stammered ridiculously. His lips slightly brushed against her, she closed her eyes in anticipation, under the spell of their lips connecting. Sparking were the electricity all over her skin. ''Cause....' He took a step back from her, leaving her cold and she was too lost to do something about it--like leaping closer to him and getting engulfed in the euphoric warmth once again. ''Cause, you will fall in love with me... ' He paused as growling deeply a set of thunders boomed above the skies. Cold wind made her hair dance around. He finally finished his sentence, 'Again.' Rain poured down upon her heavily as if the entire sky was about to break down over her, She opened her eyes against the cold water to see he had lef alreadyt, leaving her to drown into his words, completely. *** They say love's blind. Maybe that's why Emma loved Brandan despite all odds, more than she loved herself but only to find that it wasn't enough. When time and fate decided to be cruel to the utmost, she found herself broken in all the ways possible. Realizing that love wasn't enough, she picked up her ruined self and found a new beginning at the end. But fate had, apparently, some unexpected plans in store. Against all odds, they were meant to face one another once again. But this time, Brandan was a changed man and so was Emma. While one was burnt from the pain, another was burnt from the guilt. And then...Dokončeno
Billionaire's Ex-Wife
"You have everything you ever wanted. I show you I love you, I tell you everyday too. Moneys not a problem, you have no spending limit. I don't understand. I give you everything!" He muttered angrily, slurring over his words but by now he'd sober up enough for me to make out what he was saying clear enough. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could say anything he beat me to it, "I give you everything. Don't I? Are you not happy?,-" he turned around, his eyes locking with mine. They were red and full of tears, it broke my heart seeing him this way. "Or is it not enough? Am I not enough?" his voice was cracking, and a single tear slid down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away and snuffed his nose, blinking the remaining tears away, his expression going cold. "and this is how you repay me.-" he scoffed, "-I can't believe you, you whore! Get out of my house! Now!"He yelled in a tone I'd only heard him use towards those he despised or worked for him. I couldn't believe this was happening. I quickly wiped the tears that were fogging up my vision and walked towards him. I extended my hand to touch his shoulder, but before my hand could even get near him he grabbed my wrist, harshly. "Nate please, let me talk!" I begged, looking into his emerald eyes filled with anger, pain, and hatred. "I said GET OUT!" He screamed jerking me towards the door, his hold on my wrist was tight making me wince. I felt something trickle down my arm reminding me of my gash from earlier. "Nathaniel stop your hurting me." I dug at his hand with my nails using my free hand trying to loosen his hold. He let go of my wrist and opened the door in front of us. -- One random night, Lilians life turns upside down after she's accused of adultery. Having to move away from everything she's ever known and the only man she's ever loved, her life couldn't get worse. Actually, she's pregnant. What happens when they meet 7 years later? Highest rating: #1 in Ex - thank you all.
Fighter
My father brought out his long glinting sword and plunged it into my mothers stomach. It seemed the second time was more painful than the first. It was like the reassurance that nothing was okay. That my mother really does die, that my father really is the bastard I know him to be. There's no escaping my future anymore. Growing up is the only way out. I pushed Mrs. Havisham away from me and fought out of Damon's iron grip. I stalked towardsmy father and his evil, hysterical grin. He opened his arms as if to hug me. I raised my sword and plunged it deep into his stomach. His face turned from a grin to shock and he looked down at his stomach to find the sword I was still holding implanted in his flesh. He looked back up at me and I pulled the sword out sharply, mercilessly. His face turned into a sick grimace which made waves of horror pass through my body. He fell to the ground just in front of my mother. A single tear ran down my cheek. I looked down at my mother and father, both dead, at my hand. Both bleeding because of a stupid peice of silver. Fighting. Fighting for freedom, for her life and for her friends. Fighting is all Jessica can do anymore because if she doesn't fight, her life with slowly crumble around her. Jessica was an ordinary girl until she came to Dean House but then again I suppose irony is sweet. She found she was a witch and a powerful one at that. She finds she has to bring down her father no matter what it costs, an arm, a leg, a life, even when it's her own mothers she can never stop. Fighting is the only things he knows now and a fighter she is.Dokončeno
The Bad Boy's Angel
His calloused hands, roughened from honest work, didn't fumble with the button of my jeans. They moved with a new, devastating certainty, peeling the wet denim from my skin until I stood bare before him in the steam. His electric blue eyes darkened, turning savage with a need that mirrored the ache building low in my own belly. "I need to hear you, Angel," he growled, his voice rough as gravel. "I need to know you're still mine." His mouth found the frantic pulse in my neck, then lower, his teeth grazing a peaked nipple, making me cry out. This wasn't the gentle reunion from last week. This was a claiming. When he finally entered me, it was with a single, powerful thrust that stole the air from my lungs. My back met the cold, tiled wall, but his body was a furnace against me, his rhythm relentless, each movement a desperate prayer and a filthy promise. "Look at me," he demanded, his forehead slick against mine. "Look at me when you come." He was ruin. She was salvation. Jaxson "Jax" Thorne was the town's warning. Everleigh Grace was the pastor's daughter. One reckless night of passion had consequences: a positive test, a thrown-out daughter, and a runaway plan. But just as they start to build a life, a devastating tragedy tears them apart. This is the story of how a love born in rebellion was tested by fire, and how the bad boy who ruined her would become the only man who could put her back together.Dokončeno
Just Grey: In a Black & White World
"But just look at the world around you, Love. There's messes everywhere with unclear answers. Don't give up yet." She told me gently. "I know, but I just wish that this was less confusing." "Well, things are gonna get confusing after a while, but you can't just stop trying. You've got to search harder for the answer; maybe it's somewhere you haven't looked yet. Someday you'll trip over a rock that's harder than this, and bandaids won't just stare you in the face. You won't know what to do. So prepare yourself for that day, baby." "I'm gonna trip over a rock?" I asked, eyes widening with worry. She shook her head, the bubbly symphony of her laughs echoing in the room. "No. I mean you're going to be in trouble one day and you won't know how to get out of it. Like this, but tougher." "You mean I'll have to go through this again? But even harder? Ugh, I won't make it." I sighed heavily. "No. I know you will. It just won't be so black and white. It'll be....in between the two." "So it'll be just grey?" She revealed her big, beautiful smile to me as if I had understood all that is right and wrong in the world. Kissing the top of my head, she whispered, "Exactly." {full synopsis inside} Rankings- #16 in juveniles #94 in newkid #241 in multimedia FULLY EDITED VERSION NOW AVAILABLE ON AMAZON KINDLE!!Dokončeno![Bittersweet Back Home [BWWM]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/401065413-256-k147557.jpg)
Bittersweet Back Home [BWWM]
*PREVIEW (CH. 12)* "Nurse Flemings said I should test the leg, right?" His voice was low and rough as his hips flushed against mine. "Wanna try with me tonight?" "Oh, Cole." I leaned away when I saw him bite his lips, already telling where his mind was going. "Pretty sure she didn't mean that leg." "Can never be too careful." His eyes flicked up to mine, pressed chest to chest in a way that made my train of thoughts shrink. He met my mouth in a hungry kiss. I tried to step back to breathe, but his hand caught the back of my neck, stopping me entirely. I shivered despite myself, trying to stay focused. "Do you ever get tired?" Instead, his body slotted between my thighs. His head went down, lips grazing the curve of my neck. "Of you?" he asked, voice dipping playfully lower as he eased me back onto the exam bed. "Can't see why I would do that." I felt my pulse jump, the want curling quick and hard from feeding off of his. "You, ahhh-stop it, dammit!" "Stop?" His grin was wicked as his kisses trailed lower. "You cannot eat pussy everyday-" "I can," He skimmed a finger down the crotch of my shorts. "and I have." I felt my hips buck as his hand tapped at my clothed mound before giving me a tender rub. "Don't test me again." For a second, I thought he meant to go further when he pulled my hips off the edge. My fingers were already tangled in his hair when he grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled them up with a shit-eating grin. "You gotta stop teasing me like that," I sighed, watching as he zipped his jeans between my legs, outline calling to me. "Before I really start doing it to you." "I might let you try." He smiled before he offered his hand, helping me down from the exam bed like we hadn't just been seconds away from watering that goatee of his.
Vedant's World: Love Beyond Sanity
He was iron and ice - A storm in uniform, Duty etched into every breath, A man sculpted by warzones and wounds no one dared to ask about. She was springtime and stardust - Soft laughter in sunlit halls, Dreams tucked between notebooks and a heart untouched by the world's sharp edges. He saw her - once. And the world, so long silenced by sirens and gunfire, began to hum again. He fell first. Not gently, But like a building set to detonate - Loud. Final. Without warning. She fell, too - Slower, But deeper. Into the silence between his words, Into the heat behind his fury, Into the broken boy hiding beneath the badge. Their love? It wasn't flowers and confession's. It was clenched jaws and trembling hands, Arguments that ended in whispered apologies, And touches that spoke of longing and ruin. He loved her like a secret he'd kill to protect. She loved him like a prayer she wasn't sure would be answered. And when they fell - They fell like stars crashing to earth: Brilliant. Beautiful. And irreversible.
TAUHIDA ✔️
"Have you no heart?" He stopped. Sayf turned abruptly to face her, feeling as every word she spoke got to his nerves. "What in the name of Allah is wrong with you?" he asked with a sigh. "Are perhaps mentally impaired?" he asked again trying to be clear. "If I was I wouldn't be here in the first place" she voiced narrowing her eyes on him. Yes, he insulted her but that was the least of her problems. She will have to avenge at a more convenient time later. "Then leave" he seethed glaring directly at her. "Stop challenging me" she said holding her waist with both hands. He hissed and started walking away majestically. He was so done wasting his words on her. Tauhida groaned and murmured softly beneath her breath but it didn't remain unheard to him "Koh dutse ne kai albarka" she said and he found himself smiling weirdly to no one in particular. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Just like scattered stars trying to cluster again, just like the scars trying to heal with love, just like the swirling storm breaking down all bounds and just like the blinking starlight shining on a mirror, this story is also a mirror of life. Cold secrets will be clamped just like the break of dawn. Despite all odds, underneath their ventricles and atria is an undying love for each other. Just stay tuned with me so I will prove once again how fate can actually change the hearts of two people, Tauhida Al-amin Borodo and Sayf Hakeem Elnafaty @ "Tauhida". Lots of love Deedi-- ❤️Dokončeno
Upside Down
The day had started as usual, with the promise of a calm and uneventful Sunday. The office was quieter than usual, the hum of computers and the occasional phone call creating a serene backdrop. I had taken a moment to escape the confines of my cubicle and retreat to the restroom, seeking a brief respite fbefore the meeeting. That's when she barged in, her voice a sharp contrast to the tranquillity. The familiarity of her presence was like a shock to my system, bringing with it a wave of memories. The last time I saw her, it was under very different circumstances. I watched as she fumbled with her bag, clearly agitated. Her long, silky hair was the same, cascading down her back like a waterfall. It was a sight that stirred something deep within me. I remembered how that hair used to brush against my skin, a sensation both comforting and thrilling. "Ma'am, I believe this is the men's toilet," I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I washed my hands. I could see the water on the floor, a hazard waiting to happen. "Is it? Who cares? I just need to wash my hands," she mumbled, not even looking up. "You should be careful with your heels. The floor is slippery," I warned. Just as I spoke, she turned towards me, her heel skidding on the wet tile. Instinct took over, and I reached out, grabbing her waist to prevent her from falling. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Her hair fell over her face, and the scent of her perfume filled the air. It was a heady mix of familiarity and something new, something that spoke of changes and time passed. She quickly composed herself, standing up straight and fixing her hair and shirt. When she finally looked at me, her eyes widened in recognition. "You?" she asked, her voice a mix of fury and surprise. "You?" I echoed, equally taken aback.Dokončeno
When her bestie's childhood friend Archer gets caught in a messy breakup that spirals into public drama, Amara is asked to keep an eye on him to keep him out of trouble. What she didn't expect was how quickly he'd start showing up everywhere-uninvited, unfiltered, and under her skin. ****************************************************** Archer had sprawled across her bed without asking, one ankle hooked over the other, fingers absently gripping the sheets like he owned the space. His hair kept falling into his eyes as he grinned at her - too casual for someone who'd just invited himself in. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'm gonna start thinking you like me," he mused, voice low and teasing, eyes flicking over her face as if searching for a crack in her expression. Amara exhaled slowly, the sound deliberate. She shifted in her chair, just enough to show she wasn't rattled, closing a little of the distance without moving closer. "I'm looking at you because you're sitting on my bed," she said flatly. His grin deepened, almost sheepish, a flicker of something vulnerable hiding in it. "Well... you didn't tell me to get out." She tilted her head, eyes narrowing, a quiet challenge behind them. "You didn't ask if you could stay." He leaned back on his hands, the pose lazy but his gaze fixed on her, heavy enough to thicken the air between them. "You'd miss me if I left," he murmured, the words half a whisper-like he was testing the truth of it more than making a joke. She studied him for a long moment, really studied him, as if peeling back the bravado to see what sat underneath. Her eyes softened, but her scrutiny didn't fade. She leaned forward a fraction. "Would you miss you if you left?" ❤️ Each character's boards available on my public pinterest account: https://pinterest.com/elliebcarterbooks
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