A Filha Do Chefe Da Facção (morro)

Leka Sree is a girl once lived as a princess but now she lost everything and living as a broken soul in the jail. Once beauty queen has now become an ugly duckling. How her life is going to be when she gets out of the jail ??.. Who married her even after knowing her wrondoings ??.. Why she agrees to marry him without even seeing him ??.. Peep into the story to know what's going to happen..

Luke Walter is the owner of the biggest writing company in the whole world while Anna Mines is a young innocent girl trying to make ends meet. Luke Walter turned into a chronic womanizer and kinda drunkard after the death of his first love whom he cherished and loved so much. After Anna Mines had worked tirelessly as a laundry attendant, she eventually goes into prostitution so that she could fend for her siblings. There, she had a normal one night stand with a random customer and discovered that she was pregnant for the man. The aftermath effect was hell for her because it was shameful and traumatic for her to undergo parenthood alone without a partner. Although, a whole lotta people encouraged her to abort the baby, she persistently disagreed and decided to keep her baby. Luke Walter was very unlucky and unfortunate after his usual night one-off sexual escapades because he was so drunk and got into a terrible accident that affected his spinal cord thereby rendering him impotent and unable to bear children again in life. He was left shattered and heart broken. The news of the accident was all over the press and the friend of the Anna came to tell her about it. Her friend brought out her phone and showed her the life videos and pictures of the rich billionaire. She burst into tears because she couldn't believe that her baby daddy was the richest young man in the whole of their country. She never actually wanted to own up that she was the mother to Luke Walter's son. Do you think Anna would eventually begin another phase of life with Luke?

On my wedding day, my fiancé bailed. Sabina—his ex—had sent him a diary listing 77 things she'd done for him. Turns out she only dumped him because his family pushed her to. So, he ran back to her. While I was still reeling, Jacob—my fiancé's best friend—showed up. He got down on one knee, flashed a ring he'd clearly had ready, and said, "Yuna Auclair, I've liked you for a long time. Will you marry me?" I thought he was my person. But after the wedding, Jacob turned distant. Hot one second, ice-cold the next. Then I found a diary in his study. Just like the one Sabina had sent my ex. Page one hit like a truck: [Hurt Yuna Auclair seventy-seven times, and I'll break up with Gabriel and be with you.] Oh—and Gabriel? He was my ex.

From the frying pan and direct into the raging fire - that sure is Ellie's situation, and everything starts on the most awaited night of her twentieth birthday. She suffers the betrayal of her life, leaving her shattered and broken, and with no hope nor energy to fight her impending fate. For a moment, succumbing to the absurdity of her arranged marriage that she never at any point of her life considered giving a chance, now seems to be the only option. But that is until a crazy idea crosses her mind. Why not just run away from all these madness? Does she have the courage to defy her father for the first time? What transpires when subsequently fate aligns her with the man she loathes the most -her fiance?

Quando eu estava sendo despedaçada viva, usei minhas últimas forças para ligar para o meu irmão. No instante em que minha consciência quase se apagava, ele atendeu o telefone, mas sua voz estava cheia de impaciência: — De novo? O que foi agora? — Mano… me salva… Antes que eu terminasse a frase, ele me interrompeu friamente: — Você arranja problema todo dia? No fim do mês é a festa de formatura da Marina. Se você não aparecer, eu mesmo te mato! E desligou sem hesitar. A dor me consumiu até eu fechar os olhos para sempre. As lágrimas ainda escorriam pelo canto do meu rosto. Mano, você não precisa me matar. Eu já estou morta.

O dom de ouro é capaz de transformar seus pensamentos em realidade, ou seja, ele pode realizar todos os seus desejos. Porém, para consegui-lo você deve ser a pessoa mais amada por um dos cinco portadores existentes no universo, e esse portador deve morrer. Emi Sanada é uma jovem depressiva que recebeu o dom de ouro após a morte de seu ex-namorado Norio Shinohara. Mesmo podendo realizar todos os seus desejos, ela não pode trazer Norio de volta, então ela decide se vingar de quem o matou. O misterioso Ryo Takashi lhe informou que a assassina de Norio é sua colega de classe, Miu Furukawa, que também possui o dom. Emi decide Miu a qualquer custo, mas a chegada de seu ex-cunhado, Shoutaro Shinohara faz ela mudar de ideia. Ele decide ajuda-la a investigar melhor. Além de Miu, existem muitos outros suspeitos, como a misteriosa Ayumi Tadashi, que ninguém sabe de onde veio nem como recebeu o dom, Tomoya Mayama, o melhor amigo de Norio e pretendente de Miu, Erio Kogane o protetor do dom, e o próprio Ryo Takashi. Muitas coisas estão má explicadas nessa história, Emi e Shoutaro precisam entender o que aconteceu, e quem sabe, encontrar uma forma de trazer Norio de volta.

Depois de ser traída pela meia-irmã, Cathleen deixou o país e foi para o exterior. No entanto, no dia em que voltou para Nova York, ela foi convidada em casamento com o mesmo homem que pegou dormindo com sua meia-irmã há 3 anos. Cathleen concordou, pois se casaria com o homem para salvar sua avó e queria vingança, além de cortar laços com sua família. Para sua surpresa, o homem com quem ela se casou não era o mesmo que a traiu há 3 anos; era um homem diferente que ela nunca tinha visto. O que aconteceu com Finn? Como ela conseguirá sua vingança? Sua madrasta e meia-irmã descobriram que Finn não era o dono do Knight Group, então elas elaboraram um plano para fazer Cathleen se casar com o cachorrinho enquanto descobriam quem era o dono do Knight Group. Mas com Finn em fuga, com quem Cathleen se casou? Xavier foi considerado primo da fazenda; mal sabia a dupla de mãe e filha que ele era o figurão que procuravam.

Grávida de nove meses, vi a amada do meu marido se mudar para a nossa casa com uma desculpa qualquer. Ela fingia sofrimento sempre que me via, e ele me acusava de exibir a barriga só para provocá-la. — A Rafa já sofre demais! E você ainda exibe essa barriga enorme só pra machucar! Só vai aprender se eu te der uma lição. — Rosnou ele, com frieza. Sem hesitar, mandou me trancar no sótão e proibiu qualquer um de me trazer comida. Supliquei, dizendo que os gêmeos estavam grandes, que o médico havia pedido minha internação urgente, pois o parto podia acontecer a qualquer momento. Mas ele apenas riu como se eu estivesse contando alguma piada tola. — Ainda faltam três dias pro parto. Não inventa desculpa para escapar! Vai pro sótão pensar bem no que você fez! Isso é o mínimo, depois do que fez com a Rafa! — Ele insistiu, ignorando completamente a minha dor. No sótão escuro, gritei até minhas unhas se quebrarem na porta. No silêncio sufocante, as contrações rasgavam meu corpo, cada onda de dor parecia não ter fim. Coberta de sangue, exausta e ainda presa, percebi que meu filho não sobreviveria. Três dias depois, enquanto tentava tomar um mingau, meu marido, já incomodado, comentou com desprezo: — Manda a Joyce descer para me preparar o mingau, e depois vá pedir desculpas à Rafa. Se ela pedir de um jeito decente, pode até levar ela pro hospital na hora de parir. Mas ninguém respondeu, pois o sangue já escorria do sótão, degrau por degrau, inundando a casa num silêncio mais aterrador que qualquer grito.

It all seemed like a naughty prank at first. You know, the 'disappearing' trick lovers usually pull on each other to see who misses the other most? Yes, that was what Katniss thought at first until months passed and still, Noah was absolutely no where to be found.... Witty, beautiful and bubbly. Just a few adjectives to describe Katniss Costello's interesting and charming character. A young lady who had it all; from affluent parents to wealth and popularity to a quite amazing love life she shared with Noah Rogers, her then soon to be husband. Her life seemed to have come to a shattering halt after reality dawned on her that Noah might never return. She barely talked. Barely smiled. Barely went out, always bed ridden, gloomy and depressed. Void of all emotions. Indeed the shadow of her previous self. Her parents took advantage of the absence of her fiance and deemed it fit to have her married off to a proud, rich and arrogant son of their friend. She strongly opposed to the arranged marriage for few wisps of hope that he might return still laid in her heart. It was the motivation and inspiration she had to wait for him and when he does return, she'd still be here...waiting. When the pressure from her parents was getting too tough and unbearable, she wanted to get rid of it all, get rid of the emotional pain, get rid of the weight that was becoming far to heavy to carry. All she wanted was freedom, but there was only one way to do that... That night, underneath the Blue Moon, standing on the deck above the Ballad River where she wanted to end it all, there she met Asher Holden and that was the onset of her rollercoaster love life.

The life trial system "If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It" burst onto the scene like a traveling circus promising wonders. The idea was plain enough: "If you reckon someone's life is a mess, and you think you can do better, go ahead and prove it. There's a reward waiting if you do." Before I knew it, my whole family had me pegged for the fool in the middle of the show. There was my mother, dreaming of turning me into some grand goose; my husband, who'd spent years dodging his rightful share of the family load; and my son, mortified by the very sight of me. They shoved me onto the "judgment seat" like I was the villain of the tale. Every last one of them swore up and down that, given my place, they'd manage my life better than I ever could. The stakes? Well, if they pulled it off, my consciousness would be erased—gone, wiped out like a mistake on a chalkboard—and turned into their personal servant. On top of that, they'd waltz off with a cool million dollars. But if they couldn't? Then I'd be the one raking in three million dollars. Now that's a gamble for the ages, isn't it?