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The Grass Is Always Greener

Who is the Villain?

[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.
Eternal_bunny · 168.5K Views

What She Always Longed For.

All Zee ever imagined was living a thrilling, dangerous love story—a gangster husband, dodging bullets like in her wildest night dreams. But when that fantasy became her reality, it unearthed the dark secrets of her childhood, unraveling her world and leaving her hopeless. Just when she thought she was lost, the mysterious man from her dreams revealed himself, bringing light back into her life. ~~~ His tongue wasn’t just inside me—it was teasing, rubbing against my clit, moving in and out with deliberate precision. I couldn’t control my moans anymore, my body trembling under his touch. I grasped his head, desperate for more, but he only teased me further, keeping me on edge. “You know the rules, babe. Not until I say so,” he murmured, his voice muffled as he buried himself between my thighs. “Lloyd,” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me you can hold it for daddy.” “I can’t, baby,” I panted, my moans breaking through uncontrollably. “Then tell me you love this,” he demanded, his voice thick with lust—deep, commanding, and utterly intoxicating. “You know it’s amazing, love,” I breathed, my own voice unrecognizable, heavy with pleasure. He rewarded my confession with a long, deep thrust of his tongue that sent a cry ripping from my throat. Every muscle in my body tensed, anticipation coiling inside me like a tight spring. He smirked against my skin, his voice a husky whisper. “I love it when you cum on my tongue. I just can’t get enough of your taste.” Reaching for the pillow beside my head, he slid it beneath my pelvis, lifting me into the perfect arch. He took his time, savoring me, his tongue circling my clit with agonizing slowness. Then, he slid a finger inside me, moving it with expert precision, teasing, building the pressure. Shifting, he moved up my body, his hands parting my legs further as we adjusted to our sides, limbs tangled in a slow, sensual rhythm. His hard length rubbed against me, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through my core. I had always believed pleasure should come with a little pain, but this… this was something else entirely. Warning: This book contains explicit sexual and violent content. Reader discretion is advised.
Steadyskatie · 45.3K Views

Ex-wife Revenge: From Grass to Grace

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.
Osagie_Aromose · 5.8K Views

Almost, Always, Never

I remember whispering those words, my voice swallowed by the wind as I gazed at him from afar—the boy who once promised me forever. “I’ll find you when we grow up. I’ll search the world just to be with you again.” He had said it with such certainty, as if the universe itself had written our fate in the stars. I held onto that promise like a lifeline. But time has a cruel way of unraveling even the strongest of vows. I waited. And waited. And waited. But he never came back. When I finally searched for him, desperate to fill the aching void he left behind, I found him—smiling, holding someone else’s hand, walking beside her like she was his world. I became nothing more than a stranger to him, a forgotten chapter in his story. Yet, in that single moment, my heart shattered as if I had been foolish enough to believe love could defy time. “I searched and found you,” he murmured, standing before me once more, his gaze unreadable. But fate is unkind. I had spent years chasing a shadow, drowning in an ocean of longing, only to reach the shore and realize he had already built a home without me. “I loved you… Goodbye.” I turned away, but he caught my wrist, his grip trembling. “Please,” he pleaded, “this time might be ours.” Tears spilled down my cheeks, but I pulled away. I had spent too long waiting for him to return, only to find that love had never truly been mine to keep. “I still love you,” I whispered to the wind. “And I’m glad that, for a moment, you knew.” That night, I lay in bed, feeling both relieved and empty, my heart a battlefield of memories and unfulfilled dreams. Years passed. I grew older. I lived, I breathed, but I remained alone. And one day, as sleep embraced me like an old friend, I wondered—would my heart ever stop searching for him? Or would someone finally find me and lead me toward a destiny where love no longer meant waiting in vain?
Helixj · 468 Views
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