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My Mate

My Mate

My Mate. (Is he the right one for me?) Settings :Korean drama. Cara Korean series. Iyanuoluwa Akinniyi Do not copy Prologue * * * His rough breath fanning her face made her whimper in fear. He's intimidating her, He's making her scared "Let me go" She whimpered. "Why are you running away from me? " He gushed over her head. "I don't know what you are talking about" She confess and he scoffed. "You made me search for you for many years, I searched for you"He rasped and press her more closely to himself. Clutching her tightly to her body, he's not letting her go again. Never!!!! * * * Fifty years ago, there was a woman named Divina, She's not an ordinary human, she's supernatural in nature. She lives in between the heaven and heart. She's the mother of the god and goddesses. Who is a god /goddesses? They are special and rare creatures on earth, they can't be hurt or killed. Some of them might come in a poor form while some are rich. A god can't married an ordinary human and vice versa. They are the best in all things they lay their hands on. In one word, they are perfect * * * A little introduction about the main characters of the story Let's talk about Blue first He's a Korean pop artiste, model and the leader of the lover boys/girls band in Korean. He created the group years ago and right now, the group is one of the top three most popular band in the whole world. He has a rough childhood and his life has never been the same when his parents are killed 22 years ago. He was just two years old then so his sister, ma'am Hanuel adopted him. She changed all the companies written on his name to his son name. One thing led to the other and he re adopted by a woman who helped him achieve his dream . What happened when Blue discovered that he's a god when he was born? He must find his mate, she's somewhere around him but he can't find him. He must find her but it's kinda impossible because she keeps moving far away from him. How will she find him?? Let's talk a little about Kim. She came from a middle class family, they are not rich but little bit poor. She struggles day and night just for the betterment of her family. What happened when Blue set his eyes on Kim and he's not ready to let her go? The last but not the least main characters is Nadine Williams. She's rich, proud and dangerous. She's so desperate that she's ready to sacrifice anything to have Blue as his lover. What happened when Nadine know that Blue is obsessed with Kim? There's something connecting Nadine and Blue together What connects them? Who killed Blue Parents? There's something fishy about Ma'am Hanuel What could be that? Several questions but few answers and that's why you need to read this mind blowing story. Stay tuned!
Ranchland Refuge: Where Love Grows

Ranchland Refuge: Where Love Grows

The recurring nightmare was a constant torment, a horrifying glimpse into my future. Every night, I watched myself trapped, broken, married to Ethan Vanderbilt, his cruel eyes and chilling smile haunting my sleep as Brittany Miller, his manipulative girlfriend, whispered poison in his ear. But this time, it hit differently. I jolted awake, heart hammering, but the terror wasn't just residual dream-fear. The details were sharper, the pain more intense. It wasn't just a bad dream; it felt like a memory, a terrifying premonition burned into my soul, a stark warning of the life awaiting me as Mrs. Ethan Vanderbilt. My familiar East Coast bedroom did nothing to calm the dread. My engagement, meticulously planned by our influential families and celebrated by society, was no longer a gilded cage – it was a death sentence. I couldn't breathe. I saw my very spirit withering in a silent, opulent prison, completely at his mercy. How could my aunt, bound by her powerful Senator husband and their family alliances, only see an "advantageous match" when I saw a monster? They feared the scandal of breaking the engagement; I feared losing my entire self. "What's more important?" I choked, "His career, or my life? Because I' m telling you, marrying Ethan will destroy me." The fear was a cold knot in my stomach, but a desperate, burning resolve ignited. I couldn't accept this fate. I had relived my end, and I refused to walk that path again. Looking at my pale, haunted reflection, I whispered, "No. I won't let him. I'll change it." My desperate fight for freedom began at that very moment.
The Dangerous Obsession

The Dangerous Obsession

I'm currently at home watching TV with my best friend, mom's cooking dinner while my siblings are in their rooms. We're watching a news report right now, a serial killer was in police custody and he's being interviewed on live television and it's on the radio too since he's known as the handsome and young criminal. The interview began and somehow both me and my bsf are intrigued to his interview so we're focused watching it. “Louis is Kalix still there? Tell him to have dinner with us" Mom shouted into the kitchen. "Yes, aunty, thank you" Kalix, who was next to me, yelled back and returned the focus to watching. They are now asking him personal questions but he answered all their questions without hesitation, even though it's way too personal. It's as if he doesn't bother at all. "How many people have you killed?" The host asked. "Do I still need to count that? I kill whoever I want to kill" He answered calmly with a smug look on his face. He has tattooed numbers on each of his fingers and on his knuckles, a mysterious number. His hands are rooted and his body is toned physically built, the orange prison's uniform suit his body color. He's handsome and his haircut suits him so much, he's also handcuffed while his legs are crossed he looks arrogant after all. The interviewer began asking him about a tattoo on his right neck, it has a mysterious persons initial. "Do you mind explaining the tattoo on your neck?" The interviewer asked, the killer smile. "Ah.. they belong to someone I know.." He answered. I was startled when my best friend giggled and nudged my shoulder while chuckling. "What a funny coincidence, those initials on his neck are the same as yours but on the left" He said chuckling and turning to me, I fake a laughed and my heart pounding like crazy because of nervousness. "Do you think that someone is watching right now? You can say 'hi' to them" The interviewer said. The killer slowly looked at the camera, it felt like he was staring right through my soul it's making me nervous and uncomfortable. "Yeah..." I gulped. The killer raised his hand and wiggled his fingers while smiling playfully, waving at the camera with a grin and I feel like he's just right in front of me and it felt like he's talking to me. Even though I know who he's talking about. "Hi.." I quickly grabbed the remote and was about to switch it to another channel, but he seems to know what I'm going to do. "See you soon..." He mouthed before he vanished into the screen when I switched it into another channel. you may have seen 'this scenario' on tiktok, i did ask for permission to borrow the idea but i changed it.
Flash Marriage To The Fake Comatose Billionaire

Flash Marriage To The Fake Comatose Billionaire

Phoenix Tucker married a comatose billionaire to escape the deadly assassins hunting her. But her perfect, wealthy hideout quickly turned into a terrifying trap when she realized her "vegetable" husband, Cale Sterling, might be faking it. During a mandatory sponge bath, she noticed his muscles were like coiled steel, and his body reacted instinctively to her touch. That same night, when she sneaked out to an underground club in her assassin alter-ego, a masked man ambushed her. He possessed terrifying strength and the exact same cedarwood and snow scent as her comatose husband. He effortlessly pinned her against a brick wall, his body an unyielding cage. "They call you Whisper." He spoke her secret codename before vanishing into the shadows, leaving her breathless and terrified. Rushing back to the mansion, Phoenix viciously twisted the flesh of Cale's cheek until it bruised, desperate to force a reaction. Yet, he didn't even flinch. His heart monitor remained perfectly steady, absorbing the agonizing pain in total silence. She stared at the angry red marks on his flawless face, her mind reeling with dread and confusion. How could a man who endured such brutal torture without a single twitch be the same lethal predator who overpowered her hours ago? What kind of monster was sharing her bed? Dropping her timid country-girl facade, Phoenix locked her eyes on his still form. If her new husband wanted to play a deadly game of deception, she was going to tear off his mask and expose every secret he was hiding.
Five Years, A Cruel Deception

Five Years, A Cruel Deception

The blinking cursor on Liam Miller' s screen mocked him: "Invalid Certificate Number." He sighed, leaning back in his leather chair, the city lights shimmering behind him. Their five-year marriage certificate, an official document, yet it wouldn' t register for their new foundation. Chloe, his seemingly supportive wife, brushed it off as a "silly computer glitch." He loved her boundless optimism, especially after the devastating news that they couldn' t have children. He founded the "Miller-Davis Foundation for Hope" because she urged him to turn their personal pain into a public mission to help others. The next morning, with Chloe off to Monaco, Liam decided to settle the registration in person. The clerk' s words hit him like a physical blow: "There' s no record of a marriage certificate with this number... According to the state, this marriage never happened." Five years. A small, intimate beach wedding. Crying. Laughing. Families and friends. All fake? His mind raced, replaying every moment. Was their entire life together a meticulously crafted lie? The loving gestures, the shared dreams-were they all just an elaborate act? He stumbled out, the useless paper a scorching brand in his hand. He had to find her. He needed the truth. He didn't pack, didn't call his assistant. He just booked the first flight to Monaco, a desperate, singular thought consuming him: I have to find her. I need the truth. But the truth he found was far more brutal. He watched from the shadows as Chloe, radiant and in white, walked down an aisle, not to him, but to Ethan Vance–his protégé, his mentee. It was another wedding. And she was the bride.
The Fallen Star: A Wife's Betrayal

The Fallen Star: A Wife's Betrayal

The auction hall was a tomb, suffocating me with the hum of self-important whispers. My mother' s guitar, the last tangible piece of her, gleamed mockingly under a harsh spotlight. Then I saw them: Dylan, my wife' s childhood friend, his arm possessively around Maya, my wife. They smirked. Moments later, the auctioneer announced the bidding for the guitar, and my wife' s friend, Dylan, a man I despised, countered my desperate bid with escalating relish. I emptied my shattered bank account, pouring every last cent into reclaiming a piece of my soul, only to have the win feel hollow. That night, Maya dismissed it as "just an old guitar" while scrolling through her phone, a tight, cold smile on her face. The next day, the public backlash against Dylan was brutal, twisted by media fanfare, leading him to attempt suicide. Maya relayed this with chilling detachment, a calculating glint in her perfect, elegant eyes, confirming my suspicions. A week later, on the anniversary of my mother' s death, Maya announced a surprise: a private exhibition to "honor" her. A knot of dread twisted in my stomach, confirming my fears. The gallery walls were lined with massive, horrifying photographs from my mother' s fatal car accident-mangled metal, shattered glass, a single bloodstained shoe. The exhibition title, "The Fallen Star," was a cruel mockery. Maya watched me, a faint, triumphant smile playing on her lips, expecting me to break. My mother' s sacrifice, her dignity, laid bare for public consumption. "One million," I stated, cutting through their murmurs, my voice clear and steady, not for a single photo, but for each. Maya' s smile vanished. Her composure shattered. It was then, amidst the gasps and sick excitement, surrounded by vultures, that I realized I was trapped in her twisted game, my pain her performance, her cruelty boundless. Why? Why would my own wife do this to me? Why inflict such calculated, public agony on the anniversary of my mother's death? As Maya, flanked by Dylan, announced the auction would proceed for the entire collection, promising a "personal story from me about the deceased" with every bid, the horrifying truth dawned: this wasn't just a spectacle; it was a torture session, and my mother' s memory was the weapon. She cold-heartedly revealed freezing my accounts, leaving me with nothing – turning my final act of defiance into a public display of financial ruin. But as I knelt among the shattered fragments of my mother' s jade pendant-a sacred relic Maya had maliciously thrown to the floor-a profound shift occurred. The pain, the humiliation, the utter desecration of my mother' s memory, ignited a cold, hard resolve within me. I had nothing left to lose. I made a call, a desperate gamble on a forgotten connection, a titan of industry whose private number I' d clung to for years. It was time to fight back.
The Blind Wife's Desperate Sacrifice

The Blind Wife's Desperate Sacrifice

I am blind, but the darkness in my marriage was far worse than my lost vision. When my brother’s kidneys failed, I needed two hundred thousand dollars to save his life within forty-eight hours. But that same day, my wealthy husband’s mother and his childhood sweetheart, Kassidy, framed me for pushing the old woman down a flight of marble stairs. "Pack your trash and get out of my house." Chase didn't listen to my desperate pleas. He kicked me out without a single cent and demanded an immediate divorce. Driven to a dead end, I was tricked by Kassidy into signing a high-end escort contract and given a spiked drink. Drugged and terrified, I stumbled into Chase at a hotel. Seeing the transaction Kassidy had orchestrated, he believed I was actually selling my body for the surgery money. In a fit of possessive rage, he brutally took me, leaving me battered with a check on the nightstand the next morning as the ultimate insult. But the nightmare didn't end there. When I finally borrowed the money and rushed to the hospital, I found out Kassidy had already paid the bill anonymously, taking my brother's life hostage. She even found my torn clothes from that night, twisting the truth to convince Chase's family that I was a manipulative whore who deserved to die. I lost my dignity, my marriage, and my freedom to a web of perfectly orchestrated lies. Why did the man I loved always choose to believe their flawless acts over my real tears? Clutching his broken black onyx cufflink in my bleeding palm, my despair finally died, leaving only a cold, burning resolve.