Anakin Skywalker Robotic Hand

He grows up with Sabrina Reed, who used to be his brother's fiancée. He's always respected her as his future sister-in-law. But after his brother's untimely death, she slowly becomes the woman who holds his heart. He thinks she'll eventually marry him… until she shows up with her hand in another man's. She says, "I'm getting married. From today onward, you can only think of me as your sister!"

My body wasn't obeying me. The beep sharpened, I cringed but could not block them. I felt a soft hand on my forehead. I batted my eyes, tears felt trailing down. The ad face of my mother emerged. I forced a smile. I love her, she's a good mother. She takes care of us, though she couldn't take care of herself. Now I believe it could be that woman behind my mother's condition, the one who cursed me.

The world twists for Vantae when he loses his only face as an Angel, or so he thought. The darkness from the past threatens to taint his today. And so Vantae is taken to the human world by his loved ones. Having the only escape to be a girl he never met, Vantae needs to play his role and fight to change his destiny. On the way to finding himself and protecting his friends, will Vantae be able to keep up with the mess that uncovers? • To hold the hand of his soulmate, he has to stop history from repeating itself.

Three years after our breakup, I ran into my ex-girlfriend, and she had her new boyfriend by her side. "Hey, isn't that Henry the expert?" Diego Stanley taunted with a smirk. "Three years post-breakup, and you're slumming it here playing with clay?" I furrowed my brow, ignored them, and carefully moved the Victorian-era porcelain musician figurine onto its preset base in the display case. When I wasn't biting, he reached out to grab the figurine from my arms. "What's this junk you're treating like gold? Let me take a look." Cynthia Wyatt frowned, her voice laced with that familiar arrogance. "Henry, I've given you three years to shape up, and you're still the same loser? Come on, hand over that clay doll to Diego. Don't kill the vibe. If you play nice, I might even reconsider our old engagement." As Diego's hand neared the figurine, I dodged quickly and barked, "Hands off! It's a historical artifact!" Diego got pissed off and shoved me hard. "Some flea market find, and you're acting all high and mighty?" In the ensuing scuffle, I lost my balance, and the figurine slipped from my grasp, crashing to the floor. That sealed their fate. This entitled pair was about to go bankrupt trying to fix it.

I set fire to my painting in front of the entire academy. Thunderous applause erupts from the crowd as everyone thinks it's some kind of performance art. Unlike them, Willow Laurent is distraught. She rushes up and grabs my hand, questioning in a shrill voice, "Cassidy Seymour, have you gone mad? This is your only chance to prove yourself!" I shake her hand off me coldly. My only chance? No… What she means is that it's her chance. In my past life, I created this masterpiece with all my heart and soul. But she stole it from me and submitted it as her entry first. Whether it was the composition, the colors, or even my original dot-stippling technique… She replicated every detail flawlessly. Then, she won the National Young Artists Gold Award, signed with a top gallery, and became a rising star. And what about me? I was condemned as a shameless plagiarist. Insults and curses gradually drowned me. "You shouldn't be an artist!" "Plagiarists are scum! They should just die!" Her fans stormed into my studio, smashed my art supplies, and broke my right hand. As I saw no end to the hell that I was living in, I jumped down from the top floor of my studio. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the very day she first accuses me of plagiarism.

Waking up crushed under a man, I nearly screamed—until I saw who it was. Adrian. My cold, obsessive husband. The man I spent a lifetime escaping from. In my past life, I trusted the wrong people. Betrayed the only man who ever protected me and died alone. One life ruined me. This one? I’ll ruin everyone who tries again. Now, the game is mine and I write the rules. I'll act sweet. Stay mysterious. And pit every snake against each other. And as for my dangerously obsessed husband? I will tame—wait... WAIT! I was just being a little gentle, why is this tyrant acting like a delicate princess? 'Hey, hey, stop clinging to me! What? You want cuddles? Head pats? You—You are not a cat, Adrian!' … “He’s deathly allergic to strawberries? But he devoured one from my hand like it’s a miracle elixir.” “He has sleeping disorders? But he hugged me and passed out like a lazy cat!” “He’s sulking… because I didn’t hold his hand?” When he saw me hugging my female best friend? He lost his mind. Yanked me into his arms and growled, “Mine,” like a deranged villain in love. I finally understood: no one else ever stood a chance. I was his only obsession.

Gael Navarro was never a believer in fate or the enigma of love. Life, he believes, is a game in which you must cheat, and vows are not supposed to be kept. So he felt victorious when Elyse Solana Ruiz gave him her hand in exchange for his selfish desires, but he had no idea that this was only the beginning of his life. The woman he used would play a big role in his life more than he expected. Is there anything more powerful than love that is willing to suffer and forgive? How will they deal with life with a neglected promise?

Seraphina has a pretty normal life, but she craves for more, she wants adventures, love. She just wants to have an exciting life other than school and home. Phoenix on the other hand, runs a very bloody one. Vampires fear when they hear his name and the fact that, he is also a Royal vampire, the strongest kind. One situation will put him on Seraphina's path. But will she even remember him? All she wanted was some fun in her life, but this wasnt what she meant.

To pay for her brother's medical bills, Elizabeth Hubbard became tycoon Ronald Marquez's paid booty call. After collecting enough money, she left, trying to bury the shameful past. Two years later, however, he showed up at the hotel where she worked as a manager. She was forced to be his personal butler, catering to his every need. Again and again, he lent a hand when she needed help the most. Before she knew it, she was captivated by his charm.

"You're pregnant with me and still want to leave?" He insisted that she hand over the child she gave birth to him three years ago. Refusing once, he pressed one more time. CEO despite tricks trying to win love, she found all ways to resist, cling to get out. All right, his child you'll pay him, but you'll go! However, he was still not satisfied, and threw her on the bed with a shout: "Girl, I want to have another baby!"