Dating Dismemberment

Warning: Mature Content Ahead. Can’t decide what trope you want to read next? Well, look no further because Fractured has it all. If you're ready to dive into a world where passion meets peril, where dominance intertwines with desire, and where one fierce female leads the charge, then this book is for you. On her first day at university, Josie’s life takes a dramatic turn. Expecting nothing more than the typical college experience, she instead finds herself thrust into a realm of supernatural intrigue. Her guide into this new world is none other than her enigmatic and irresistibly attractive headmaster. As Josie navigates her new reality, she encounters five breathtakingly hot males, each with their own secrets and powers. These men are not just eye candy; they play pivotal roles in a dangerous game of power and attraction. Josie must learn to harness her strength, confront hidden enemies, and balance the intense chemistry with the dominant males who surround her. Her journey is one of self-discovery, resilience, and undeniable passion. This book is a thrilling blend of romance, suspense, and supernatural elements, perfect for readers who crave a story that's as hot as it is heart-pounding. Prepare for mature themes and explicit scenes that will leave you breathless. Join Josie as she embarks on an adventure that will challenge her, change her, and ignite a flame within her that burns brighter than she ever imagined. This story contains explicit group scenes including some bxb.

On the night I get dismembered, my girlfriend, Victoria Hewitt, announces her marriage to the world. Clad in the wedding dress that I've personally designed, she soon marries her first love, Joseph Danford, happily. When Victoria receives the news of my death, she merely smiles before claiming that I'm a pathological liar. But what she doesn't know is that I've died for her sake. Later on, Victoria constructs a sculpture out of my bones. She develops a habit of hugging it every day since then.

When my body was being dismembered, my fiance was helping my cousin choose her wedding dress. When he received my distress call, he said with disgust, "I hope you never come back! You can die with the bastard in your womb! Don't ever call me again. The mentioning of your name makes me sick!" After that, he found a body part of me in a water tank on the rooftop of a hotel. He thought it was a prank, so he actually ordered white lilies and candles to be delivered to my doorstep. Only when he found my head buried in the grass under his feet on the day of our wedding did he realize that it wasn't a prank.

Eight years into our marriage, my husband was as childish as ever. He loved playing pranks on me, constantly leaving gag gifts around the house. I would just smile, toss them into the storage closet and think nothing of it. A few days later, while deep-cleaning the house, I remembered his latest box and decided to throw it out. But the moment I lifted the lid, a foul, putrid stench hit me. Inside the box lay a severed human hand. Terrified, I collapsed to the floor, my fingers trembling as I dialed 911. When the DNA results came back, the detective's expression was a twisted mix of confusion and horror. "Ma'am, the DNA extracted from the severed limb..." he stammered. "It belongs to Michael Miller."

On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body. She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward." My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again. Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."

My wife, Alayna Watson, is childish as ever even though we've been married for eight years. From time to time, she'll use her prank toys on me just to trick me. Oftentimes, I just toss the toys into the store without thinking much about them. A few days later, when I'm cleaning the house, I suddenly remember the box that Alayna has pranked me with, so I decide to throw it away. When I open the lid, I smell a foul odor wafting from within the box. A severed arm lies quietly there. I slump to the floor instantly out of alarm and shock. With trembling fingers, I manage to call 911. When the DNA results are out, the police officer shows a weird and conflicted expression. "Sir, the DNA we've extracted from this arm… belongs to Alayna Watson."”