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“How could you…” ah! My words dissolved into sobs, cruelly racking out of my throat. I was crumbling like a sandhill right before both of them. “HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT!? YOU LOVE ME, LOGAN! YOU LOVE ME!” “Where's it, Mother?” His voice was ice cold, sharp at the edges as he darted his gaze towards her. Where's what? “Right here!” She chimed. “I remembered to pick it up.” After which she immediately handed him a file in an envelope. “Here!” Logan slapped the document on the table before me with a loud bang that caused me to jump. “Sign it. And leave!” *** From the ashes of heartbreak, a new queen rises. Alaina Bloodrose, a victim of a brutal divorce by the only man she's wholeheartedly loved, kickstarts her streaming career. Concealed behind a mask and alias, she builds a new life as Queen of Dawn, determined to make the world bow to her feet after all the bullying she withstands for being a lowly Omega, cursed to bring only woe and ill-luck! Alaina navigates her newfound fame and the attention of her enigmatic boss, the Icy Alpha, she must confront the demons of her past and her ex husband, who reappears, unforgiven and relentless. But he isn't the only one who wants her back! Will she emerge victorious, or will the shadows of her double identity consume her?

My mate's adoptive sister asked me to go for a walk in the mountain forest and we encountered a sudden flash flood. My mate Nathan, the Alpha of Snow Peak pack, rushed to save us. But because we were both trapped on a breaking tree branch above the raging flood, he could only save one person at a time. To save his physically weak adoptive sister, my mate abandoned me - his Luna who was five months pregnant. I begged him desperately to save me. He watched as the flood waters dragged me under. "Sarah has always been weak since childhood. If we leave her here, she'll die." "Your wolf is strong enough to swim, but Sarah can't swim." But after my death, he went mad.

|| WARNING: R18 MATURE CONTENT (SPG) || Isang babae na nagdesisyon na mamuhay ng mag-isa, malayo sa kontrol ng kanyang mga magulang, ang makakakilala sa isang mafia boss na walang ibang ginawa kundi kontrolin ang lahat ng tao o bagay na nasa kanyang paligid. Ngunit paano kung mahulog ang loob nila sa isa’t-isa? Papayag kaya ang babaeng ito na muling kontrolin ng iba ang kanyang buhay lalo pa’t alam niyang gulo lamang ang dala nito sa kanyang buhay? Gusto niyong mabasa ang kwento nila?

Five years after my death, my daughter, Emma, dialed Xander Green’s number. She cautiously asked, "Do you like my mom?" She was trying to get an answer to the question I once wrote in my diary. "Xander, do you like me?" Unexpectedly, the voice on the other end sneered, "Did your mom put you up to this? Using her own daughter like a pawn? What an unfaithful woman! She’s already with your dad, yet still trying to rekindle things with me?"

Quelque part dans Menel Ara, une jeune femme lève les yeux vers la Haute-Ville. Elle a vu les images de l’exécution publique, la veille. Elle a vu le visage irrité de Youri Komniev. Elle a vu aussi la tentative d’assassinat dont lui et les autres chefs de Grandes Familles ont fait l’objet.A côté d’elle, deux hommes discutent. Ils soutiennent les Martyrs et ont le sourire. C’est rare. Un peu plus loin, un groupe vêtu de robes vert et blanc se presse vers le Grand Ascenseur. Ce sont des Putras, et ils ont l’air inquiets. C’est perturbant.Prise d’un frisson, la jeune femme relève son col et reprend son chemin. Une tempête couve…

ʟᴇɴɴᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ, 28 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ, ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏʙᴏʏ ᴅᴀʜɪʟ ᴍᴀʀᴀᴍɪɴɢ ʙᴀʙᴀᴇ ᴀɴɢ ɴᴀɢʜᴀʜᴀʙᴏʟ ꜱᴀ ᴋᴀɴʏᴀ ᴋᴀʜɪᴛ ꜱᴀɴ ᴍᴀɴ ꜱɪʏᴀ ᴍᴀɢ ᴘᴜɴᴛᴀ. ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏʙᴏʏ, ᴍᴀʀᴀᴍɪ ɴᴀ ꜱɪʏᴀɴɢ ɴᴀɢɪɴɢ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ. ᴘᴇʀᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴀ ꜱɪʏᴀɴɢ ɴᴀᴋɪᴘᴀɢ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏʀ ɴᴀᴋɪᴘᴀɢᴛᴀʟɪᴋ ꜱᴀ ᴍɢᴀ ɴᴀɢɪɢɪɴɢ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɴɪʏᴀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴛɪꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏʙᴏʏ ʟᴇɴɴᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ, ᴀʏ ɴᴀɢ ʜᴀʙᴏʟ ꜱᴀ ɪꜱᴀɴɢ ʙᴀʙᴀᴇɴɢ ɴᴀᴋᴀ ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ɴɪʏᴀ ɴᴀ ʜɪɴᴅɪ ᴍᴀɴ ʟᴀɴɢ ɴɪʏᴀ ɴᴀʟᴀᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴɢ ᴘᴀɴɢᴀʟᴀɴ ᴅᴀʜɪʟ ᴘᴀɢ ɢɪꜱɪɴɢ ɴɪʏᴀ ᴋɪɴᴀʙᴜᴋᴀꜱᴀɴ ᴀʏ ᴡᴀʟᴀ ɴᴀ ᴀɴɢ ʙᴀʙᴀᴇ ꜱᴀ ᴛᴀʙɪ ɴɪʏᴀ. ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏʙᴏʏ ʟᴇɴɴᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ 😂 #ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

The daughter of my father's first love suffered from heatstroke because she was left in the car, so he tied me up in a fit of anger and locked me in the car boot. He looked at me with utter disgust and said, "I don't have a vicious daughter like you. Stay here and reflect on yourself." I begged him, apologized to him, and pleaded for him to let me out, but all I got in return was his ruthless order. "Unless she dies, no one is allowed to let her out." The car was parked in the garage. No one could hear me no matter how much I screamed for help. Seven days later, he finally remembered me and decided to let me out. However, he had no idea that I had already died in that trunk and could never wake up again.

"I crave your touch; I abandoned everything to be with you," she explained, "but why haven't you touched me yet, especially now that I'm your bride?" "You want to satisfy your body's urges," he said sulkily. "I love you," she said through tears, leaning in for a kiss. "Not so fast, honey; you're my bride, not the woman I love," he said shamelessly, brushing her hair away from his face. ------------------------------- Sansa Elsher alternates between the past and the present, taking calculated risks to liberate herself from Alpha Xavier. He not only spoiled her dream wedding, but he also bound her with the law "The Pronouncement of Wonder." Her purpose is to travel back in time and change the future by eliminating Alpha Xavier. However, changing her harsh present is no easy task. Will she win and create a life full of love and sincerity, breaking free from Xavier's suffocating grip? Her journey through time is fraught with difficulties and unforeseen events. This is the second book of the "Under The Moonlight: Alpha's Bride" series.

The moment Ava saw the word "DIVORCE" printed in bold letters, her stomach twisted into a painful knot. For a second, her brain refused to process it. "You... you're joking," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper, her throat dry like sandpaper. "I'm not."

I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, so I went online to hire an undertaker in the hopes that he would collect my body. That way, I could die and be buried. I would like to finally be at peace, even if it meant that I could only achieve it after death. I packed up my bags and left home in search of a place to die, only to receive a message from my undertaker. [Sorry, something came up. I can’t come now.] …Excuse me? I’m already half-dead, and you’re blowing me off?