Albert Einstein Quotes On Education System

•The story traces the transformation of a young woman as her otherwise ordinary life was rudely interrupted by one tragic event after another. She then used her sexual prowess, her innate ability to be one step ahead of her erstwhile adversaries in and out of the ob-lo, or the jailhouse where she was incarcerated, and her cunning to turn things around by unexpectedly aligning herself with her enemies and disposing of her seemingly most trusted friends and acquaintances. In other words, from an ordinary life, Nina transformed into a femme fatale. The story is also a steamy prison novel full of the unexpected romance and the exciting thrill of escaping the ob-lo and finally getting the much-sought justice served - before the deadline for innocence finally expires. Nina’s story also reveals the deep cracks in the judicial system of the country. But who are Nina’s real enemies and true friends? How could she prove her innocence to a crime she did not commit at all? The answers to these intriguing questions would somehow only be revealed in the final chapter of this story. In the end, a twist of fate led Nina’s luck to smile at her, but with the most dangerous of consequences; and no longer as a mere femme fatale, but the biggest drug lord this side of the world would now have to contend with.

After my stepsister, Jennifer Nichols, died in a tragic accident, Julian Asher hated me for ten whole years. He was the youngest star attorney in Vaxton Bay. He was always calm and composed, yet he never once hid his disgust toward me. I gave up everything for him: my education, my family, my friends, even the inheritance I was meant to receive. I stayed by his side through the grueling bar exam and the brutal early days of his career. But all he ever said was, "Miley, if you really want to please me, go ahead and die." The only woman he ever loved in this lifetime was my stepsister. And I realized that far too late. It wasn't until a fire broke out unexpectedly in the courthouse archives and I was trapped upstairs that something changed. Julian ran in to save me. The blaze devoured everything in its path. In the end, he shoved me out of the rubble. The collapsing steel beams crashed down on him. Blood spilled everywhere. Outside the operating room, I fell to my knees, begging the heavens to let him live. Before he died, he left me one final message with the doctor. "Miley, I hope we never meet again in the next life." At his funeral, his mother slapped me hard across the face—again and again. "You're a cursed wretch. Killing Jennifer wasn't enough for you; now you've killed my son too. I never should've agreed to let Julian marry you." His father dragged me to my knees by my hair, forcing me to kneel. "This is all my fault. I was too soft-hearted. Julian saved you three times, and all you ever brought him was misery!" Everyone believed I was the reason Julian died. And deep down, I believed it too. In the end, I slit my wrists and took my own life—only to awaken back in university, at the very moment we was supposed to get engaged. This time, I made a choice. I would not chase after him again. I would step aside and let him be with the one he loved most—my stepsister, Jennifer.

I'd spent an entire year preparing for my son Tristan Pascall's spot at a top international school. By the final admissions review, I had every single document ready. All that was missing was the original copy of Richard Pascall and my marriage certificate. Once we handed that in, it would be official. But when we got to the admissions office, Richard turned on me, accusing me of arranging this without telling him. Before I could clap back, the admin frowned and said, "Ma'am, according to the system, Mr. Pascall's spouse isn't you." My whole body went cold. And then Iris Poole—who had been standing behind Richard this whole time—stepped up and slid her marriage certificate across the counter. The staff checked it, nodded, and said, "Mr. Pascall, Ms. Poole, your registration date is June, four years ago. Everything looks fine. You may proceed." June, four years ago. That was the exact month Richard held my hand in front of all our friends and family at our engagement party and promised I was his one true love. He had lied to me about that for the past seven years.

They shared a pack, a womb born of the same parents. Their bond was so strong they even shared a bed. They were totally inseparable. They kept this bond as they grew up. Even when their parents tried, they could not agree on the use separate beds they were in love with the routine and system of being together all the time. Parents eventually succeeded on separate beds but not the bedroom.Collen and Carla were identical twins and were into similar things. The situation drastically changed when a tragic accident occurred and took Carla’s life, there after Collen was never the same. He was lost and the pain he felt consumed him. He was drenched in pain and sorrow. Months passed and Collen still could not get over his sisters’ death. In his mind he had long concluded he could not live without his sister and the only way for the pain to end was to join Carla in the after-life.Collen decided to take his own life by jumping over a cliff and while he was busy executing his plan a witch suddenly appeared from nowhere and offered to help him take away his pain and sorrow. On agreement with the witch she took away his ability to feel. This became the dawn of Lucifer the heartless, painless and stress free.

Around the seventh month of my pregnancy, I overheard a conversation between my mate, Zane Andrews, and Ciara Phillips, the she-wolf I had taken in out of compassion after her family was brutally slaughtered by rogues. In a sultry, flirtatious tone, Ciara purred, “Zane, my love, if your wife discovers that the fertilized egg I planted in her womb isn’t truly hers by blood, she’ll be devastated—perhaps to the point of despairing suicide, don’t you think?” Zane snorted, his voice dripping with disdain at the mention of me. “It’ll work for us if she simply dies from heartbreak. Damn it. I can’t shake the worry that she might sever our bond and leave me with nothing. Let’s keep this under wraps until our child inherits all her assets. Only then will we reveal the bombshell, plunging her into darkness.” Ciara giggled, praising Zane for his cunning. My claws itched to lash out, but I held back, knowing the time for confrontation wasn’t yet. My heart sank as their betrayal cut deep. Years ago, I had defied my pack elders’ warnings about Ciara being a potential threat, taking her in and grooming her into our pack's doctor, funding her education out of sheer empathy. Now, I regretted every moment of my kindness. To think that my mate, who had once begged for my protection for his fragile pack, had the audacity to betray me. If not for my support, his pathetic pack would have crumbled long ago, leaving him nursing his wounds in a dark corner, fretting over survival. After a long moment of contemplation, I made my decision. I would feign ignorance to their schemes and play along by giving birth to Ciara’s baby. Two decades passed. Ciara’s child grew up, bearing the name Simon Andrews. Aware of their treachery, I still transferred all my assets to him. Once the paperwork was completed, Ciara boldly approached me in front of the entire pack, a maternity DNA test in hand. With a smug smile, she declared, “Leia Holland, look at this! I am Simon’s biological mother. Leave h

Arielle Wren didn’t die a hero; she died as a sacrifice. On the day of her wedding, her own fiancé Alpha Damian drove a dagger into her heart. It wasn’t a crime of passion, but a sacred ritual demanded by the Inquisition to seal the coming Blood Eclipse. Tossed into the Void Chasm, Arielle was supposed to be erased from existence. But Arielle refused to fade. She crawled out of hell not as a human, nor as a werewolf, but as a "Glitch" a Hybrid anomaly fusing mortal blood with the devouring power of the Void. She is the only being in existence unbound by the Moon Oath, the absolute divine law that enslaves all werewolves to their gods. Returning to the surface with black eyes and a burning vendetta, Arielle crosses paths with Lycian, the ruthless Alpha King of the North. Lycian doesn’t offer her love or salvation; he offers a transaction. He needs a weapon capable of killing his political rivals without triggering the Oath, and Arielle needs a shield against the Inquisitors hunting her down. This isn’t a story about finding a soulmate. It’s a story about breaking fate. Arielle doesn’t just want to kill Damian. She intends to climb to the heavens and kill the "Moon" itself—the divine system that sanctioned her murder. Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance, Urban Fantasy, Revenge.

A random transmigrator, Rosanna Lacewin, finally gets fed up after living as me, Roxanne Lovelace, for five years. She then ups and leaves this world with her system, leaving behind my extremely spoiled son, Theo Sterling, and my unusually cold husband, Austin Sterling. Before I can even process my thoughts, I suddenly see a barrage of comments flashing before my eyes. "What kind of a disastrous start to a story is this? This is the first time I've ever seen such a stupid transmigrator! She arrived five years earlier, made a huge mess, and now, the original owner has to clean up the mess she left behind!" "That's right. All she had to do was just correct Theo's ways, warm up to Austin, and stop her family from bothering the actual main characters of the story. But she did none of that and only spent all her time enjoying herself and avoiding death!" "Theo's all spoiled now, and Austin is very distant from her. I'm feeling so annoyed just by looking at this family. I wish they'd just die." So, as it turns out, I'm just the cannon fodder in this story plot who dies young, and both my husband and my son will be the main antagonists later on.

At just twenty-five years, she finds herself in a whole new world completely different from the one she grew up in. This new city is one that never sleeps nor slumbers, earnestly running on a 24/7 work system barely giving anyone the chance to catch their breath. With her best friend by her side, she sails through this unfamiliar way of life- long commutes, endless bills you name it. Life isn’t getting easier, but she manages to stay afloat and thrive. After about two years of living from paycheck to paycheck, her tireless efforts finally pay off when she lands a new job that promises to be sustainable. For the first time in her work life, things finally seem to be going as planned. She earns more and is now able to send enough money home to her family and have some left for herself. But just when everything seems to be perfect, things take a sudden turn left. A coworker accuses her of work malpractice, an allegation that could tear apart everything she has worked so hard for. With her reputation and livelihood on the line, will she be able to prove her innocence before it's too late or will one false accusation destroy the trust she gained from her boss and get her fired?

My roommate is the kind of person who has to get to the bottom of everything and doesn't stop asking questions until she's satisfied. One night, while I'm sound asleep, she suddenly stands by my bed and calls my name, "Melissa, are you asleep?" Having been awakened by her, I shoot her an annoyed glare, but she just says, "See? You weren't really asleep. Otherwise, how could you have answered me?" One day, she decides to skip class. Thinking that I could help by signing her in on my phone, I do just that. However, near the end of the lecture, she suddenly bursts into the room and asks the professor, "I wasn't here today, so why does it show I was marked present? Is the system down?" The professor traces it back to me, fails me on the spot, and makes me retake the class. Later on, I join a speech contest. My roommate stands up in front of everyone and asks why my speech sounded exactly like her ideas. I get disqualified, lose my scholarship, and am labeled a plagiarist. Devastated, I climb onto the rooftop late at night. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the night when my roommate first asked if I was asleep.

ALPHA VINS BOND’S HATED MATE (Beauty and the Beast) Vincent Bond-Smith, a vampwolf. Half-Vampire...Half-Lycan; a deadly cross breed. He possess the powers of both species, making him twice as powerful. He is the Alpha King of all the notable supernatural societies. Out of cruelty, he created a tradition, humans are made sex pets and slaves in his imperial. Vins Bond had longed to have a mate again. Table turned, his second chance mate turned out to be the object he detested more than anything. A human. Kiara had worked up the courage to leave an abusive marriage but she still cries herself to sleep every night. She is a cosmetologist who runs a beauty salon with little to no excitement in her life. She is bruised, broken and scarred. Not long though, she found herself in an entirely different world and mated to the rarest and deadliest hybrid. Being Vins Bond’s mate, hating him and the whole imperialism system disgusted her so much but it changed after inching a little to closer to his heart, what’s left of it at least. Will the broken, scarred human take up the courage to show Vins Bond what it feels like to be in love? Or will his dark world snuff out what’s left of her light and shatter her completely?