Author: Rodei My
I’m Rylan, and honestly, I don’t know if I’m the bad guy here—or just someone who’s finally had enough. Growing up with my parents and three siblings, I was always the odd one out. Tahlia got new clothes, Corbin got a car at sixteen, and Zane was the “miracle baby.” Me? I was just… there. I’ll never forget one birthday when I found gold necklaces with all their names on them—except mine. My mom laughed and said, “Rylan, money wasn’t enough for you.” That moment never left me. A few months ago, I had a bad accident at work. I…
It’s a topic that rarely gets discussed, yet it affects many women: an intimate odor that feels a little too strong—sometimes even described as “fishy”—can become a source of discomfort and self-consciousness. But what if the real culprit was your diet? Before you panic or turn to heavily scented products, take a step back: this issue can often be improved in a gentle, natural way—simply by paying attention to what’s on your plate. Foods that can make intimate odors stronger Some dishes, no matter how delicious, can leave traces… even in your most private areas. Here are the main offenders:…
Millions of people have been placed under a state of emergency ahead of a large storm which is set to batter the East Coast. The storm is a powerful Nor’easter, a kind of storm affected the US east coast which is named after the direction where the winds typically come from. Nor’easters can happen year round, but are most common and most severe between September and April, the National Weather Service has said. They usually develop between Georgia and New Jersey, and can result in gale force winds, snow, and rain battering the coastline and cause catastrophic flooding. This particular…
The sun dipped low over the Nevada desert as a sleek black car rolled to a stop beside a weathered roadside stand. Behind the wheel sat Sebastian Ward—a man whose wealth could buy everything but peace. Fresh from a board meeting in Las Vegas, his mind buzzed with numbers and silence. All he wanted was a bottle of water before heading back to his glass mansion on the hill. Behind the counter stood a young girl, maybe seventeen, stacking bottles of lemonade. Her dark hair was loosely tied back, her clothes simple but neat. When she smiled, it was the…
The late afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the quiet suburban street as seven-year-old Emma Parker made her way home. Her pink backpack bounced at her side, overstuffed notebooks slipping out through the half-open zipper. A striped scarf trailed from her shoulder, no matter how many times she tried to fix it. Everything was still—too still. No cars. No neighbors. Just the whisper of wind through the bare trees. Then Emma saw him. The Man in Black He stood by the entrance to her apartment building—a tall figure cloaked in a black coat, collar turned up, scarf masking half his…
I raised my daughter on my own after her mother left us when she was born. I never got any proper explanation. For 10 years, it was just me and my girl. We had our little world. Then, out of the blue, her mom shows up. She acts like a supermom, saying that finally she’s ready to be a mom. She’s all hugs and smiles. She tells me she wants to take our daughter and raise her. Like, she expects me to hand her over just like that. I obviously say no. So, to top it off, she drops the…
I took my parents and sister in when they had nowhere else to go. But one night, I overheard them on speakerphone, scheming to trick me into signing my house over to my sister. They thought I was naive—someone who’d give up everything out of kindness. So, I let them believe that. A week later, I smiled calmly and said, “I think I’m ready to sign the house over.” Their faces lit up with greedy excitement, never realizing that the papers waiting at my lawyer’s office weren’t a deed transfer—but a trap. The smell of roasted coffee hung in the…
My husband’s ex-wife—the mother of his two children—was recently diagnosed with cancer. With no family to rely on, my husband told me he couldn’t let her face this alone. He said he needed to be there for her, and I supported his decision completely. I even offered to help, but she gently declined, saying she wasn’t comfortable being that vulnerable around someone she didn’t know well. I respected her boundaries and stepped back. As time went on, my husband became increasingly involved in her care and emotional support. At first, I tried to understand—she was facing something terrifying, and they…
The bride’s mother looked me up and down with a smirk. “Know your place,” she said. She had no idea I owned the multi-million-dollar company behind this entire event. The first sign of her disdain wasn’t what she said, but where she put me. When guests were guided to their tables, Mrs. Margaret Whitfield made sure everyone saw her assigning me to the back — a wobbly table near the kitchen doors. “Our poor aunt will be right over there,” she announced loudly, pretending to be gracious. I smiled politely and took my seat among the clinking dishes and kitchen…
When a 63-year-old father rewrote his will to leave everything to his 26-year-old wife, his daughter was stunned—and furious. Told she could “feed herself,” she watched the young wife smirk. But instead of backing down, the daughter made a move they never saw coming. This is the full story: My dad’s new wife, Liv, is younger than me. He’s 63, Liv is 26, and I’m 32. Last month, he told me he’d changed his will so that everything would go to her: the house, the savings, all of it. When I confronted him, he just shrugged and said, “Your mother…