Please Give Me The Pacifier

Humiliated, insulted, cursed, belittled and divorced. Liam seeked nothing but revenge against the people who wronged him. His wife; “You despicable spineless man! I cursed the day I got married to you! I want a divorce!” Mother-in-law; Divorce him! I won't allow my daughter to continue living with a loser like you!” His best friend; “You fool! You think I'll lower myself to be friends with someone like you? I was with you because I wanted your wife!” Liam the infamous son-in-law returned as the man who became invisible and superior to them. “Please Liam, forgive. Give me a second chance,” “No, it’s to late. The only thing I want so bad is vengeance!” He replied, walking away from the woman who was once his beloved, with a vow to get back at anyone who objected him

"Come on, waiter," Tom taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "You should lick it up while it's still cool," he added with a sly chuckle as his friends eagerly removed their phones to capture August’s humiliation for their amusement. August was devastated, the money he had been saving for the past eight months barely amounted to $180. How would he muster $800 to spare himself from this humiliating ordeal? Stooping that low to lick the liquor on the floor was an option he rather succumbed to death sooner than consider.  "Please, give me until tomorrow. I'll find a way to borrow the money and pay you back," August pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. But Tom was not having it with him. “No waiter, everything starts and end today. If you are going to pay me the money then is going to be today and right now, or I will have to force you to lick up the liquor”. August's devastation intensified as he realized the gravity of the situation, this was not optional like Tom presented it the first time. His intentions were clear; he did not at all cared about the money all he wanted was to have August lick the floor for their amusement.

John Erling and his class had been summoned to another world. Every single one of them had been blessed by one of the many gods. "What do you mean i have been blessed by the goddess of snakes?" (Not my image, if the author wants me to put it down. Please contact me and i will.)

Mark Smith is a very hardworking artist who lives in the countryside. He was suddenly attacked by his father's enemies causing him to lose his fiancee, his parents at a very important stage in his life . He is being traumatized by what happened to him and made a vow instantly.  He took a year to establish himself and come out for his father's mafia throne with the sole purpose of revenge.  ***** "Jocelyn!!!!!!, can you hear me, doctor please come and help me to check up on her, she is not breathing" Mark said The doctor rushed in to check on the lady that was rushed into the emergency ward and didn't take a second to nods his head "I'm so sorry Mr Mark, she didn't make it" He said " No, no, no. Doctor, you have to do something about this, maybe she is sleeping or something, you gotta do something about this" Mark exclaimed  "Jocelyn no, no, no, you can't leave me this way, please come back, i need you please" Mark wept holding unto her body "this is not the end!!!!!  **** "have seen the news?" a voice resounded in the hallway. " What do you mean?" the old man with his puff replied. "He is back!!! “

After five years of a secret marriage, my wife, a cold and renowned chef, suddenly asked for a divorce. I smiled bitterly, left with nothing, and embarked on an extraordinary path, becoming an acclaimed automotive expert and a successful entrepreneur. Post-divorce, she regretted deeply after watching me, her former husband, dazzling and captivating countless hearts in the automotive world. She wished she hadn't acted rashly. Wanting to win me back, she even begged to visit my high-end car shop, hoping to reignite our old flame of love. "Honey, am I not captivating enough? Come back to me, please. I want to rebuild our life together." I frowned slightly, lips parting in a cold voice, "Madam, please restrain yourself. I am not your husband; so don't make such shameless claims. If you want to find fulfillment, please turn left and walk out the door to find whatever person you can." Once, you looked down on me and treated me like trash. Now, I stand at the peak of success, beyond your reach.

Transmigrated unknowingly, I found myself to be blessed by the goddess of luck, But Too bad. The luck didn’t last long... Shackled to the duties of a hero that is destined to be die in battle and.. Who gets his everything stolen by the ‘protagonist’ of the story… Is this my punishment, for asking the author to.. “ Please pity the Heroes!” As my blood boiled in anger, I decided. No matter the plot, no matter the reason If I live to see the next day, I will give the author such a gruesome death, even The Lord of Hell will shrivel up in fright. But first, I have to kill the Protagonist…

'Waah......waaah' My baby was crying tremendously and here I was thinking what was happening there. "It's ok child .Everything is going to be alright, The bitter seeds that I have sowed .I would not let you cut them in my instead ,that's my promise to you" Suddenly the horse slipped and I fell to the ground with my child intact. I mumble to myself "Is this what we call karma but still I must protect you .I Immediately left the horse and tearing the magic scroll .I whispered 'The Catholic Temple' "Bring that child to me," said Patricia, the Highest priest in rank. As he holds my child with care in both hands a question arises in his mind "What name do you like to give him? He is your son. It's wise if you give him a name." . I took a last glimpse afterwards,I turned my back against him before murmuring with an uneven heart."I always desire to call him Ryaniar ." I have been running Goddess. I have been running a lot from my destiny till my sister to the handmaiden. Everybody has been sacrificed against my bad fortune .It even did not let the white witch unstained. So how come I dared to fantasise a future that's very bricks was served by uncountable baits. If you are reading this letter then . At least I can entrust his safety to you. Please save my child in this life. Your deceased Isabella Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mint_malimilkain10001/

Blake glanced at everyone in the room. Despite how they just treated him, he went down on his knees to beg them, throwing the shame and the hurtful feeling he was having at that moment through the window. “Please help me, my sister is dying. Even if you don't pay me for being a substitute husband on the wedding day like you promised, I will pay back every single penny” he pleaded. Maria kicked him hard on his stomach, making him stumble on the ground. “Were you assuming that I would give you a ten million you didn't work for? Are you stupid or pretending to be stupid?” she fired. Maria used Blake to save her face that day, a year ago. He was just the perfect person she needed, he was a cleaner, and it also felt like he needed money. Promising him money was the only thing that got him married to her. He is just a wretched pauper, she would never give her money to someone like Blake. “How do you intend to pay back if we lend you the money? From your part-time jobs?” she taunted. “Is leeching off us not enough? Now, you want more?” Mrs Jones added, bursting into a cynical laughter. “What have you done for us? You couldn't afford your tuition fees and dropped out because of that, what should I expect from someone of your caliber?” At that moment, Blake knew that they would not help him no matter what. Standing up with a shallow sigh, he peeked at them and shook his head. What was he thinking? **** Just when he thought life has ended, Blake found out that he was the owner of a company worth trillions of dollars. Will he seek revenge or hide his identity from his In-Laws?

“Hello, daddy? Are you my daddy? Please come and save me! I hate it in here!” The great overlord, Andrew Carter, is thought to be a nobody by his inlaws, but now he has returned to rage vengeance on everyone who has wronged him in the past years.

"If you've any conscience left in you, you'll understand that you deserve this." The prison doors closed behind him with those final words. Ethan Carvendish was the true heir of the Carvendish family, yet his existence was treated as nothing more than a stain that needed to be erased. "You're nothing but a criminal!" His father discarded him without hesitation. "I regret giving birth to you. I wish Charlie was my biological son!" His mother chose an adopted son over her own flesh and blood. "Charlie is my only brother, not a disgusting parasite like you." His sister looked at him with nothing but disgust. "It's just three years in prison. Charlie is delicate, unlike you." The woman he loved stood beside his adopted brother, forged evidence, framed him, and watched silently as he was condemned for a crime he never committed. For three years, he rotted in prison for someone's crime, while they celebrated his fall. The prison did not break him, it awakened him. Now Ethan has returned, not as the discarded heir… But as the Shadow Tyrant. A name whispered in fear. A power no one can control. A ruler the elite world cannot defy. "Son… We were wrong." The parents who abandoned him now kneel before him. "Ethan, sister regrets everything… please come back…" The sister who once saw him as nothing but a disgrace now begging for his attention. "Ethan… please give me another chance…" The woman who once sent him to prison crawls to his feet. But the Ethan Carvendish they betrayed died behind those prison walls, the one who returned is coldhearted. As the world trembles before the Shadow Tyrant, only one question remains. Will Ethan Carvendish reclaim everything that was stolen from him… or will shadow tyrant destroy them all without mercy?