Arti Lagu Hurts So Good

SPG/ R-18+ Story of Mattheus Martinez, son of Marycole and Rowan Martinez, of the story ( Secretly In Love With You) Bata pa lang si Brenda Polido ay pangarap na niyang maging isang tanyag na newscaster sa sikat na TV network ng bansa, walang iba kun’di ang RMTV, ang pangarap ng katulad niyang mass com newly graduate dahil nangunguna ito sa mga ratings, hindi lang sa mga news ngunit maging sa show ng nasabing TV channel. Pinalad si Brenda matanggap sa nasabing kompanya. Subalit hindi bilang isang newscaster na pangarap niya, kun'di maging secretary ng president at anak ng may-ari na walang iba kun'di si Mattheus Martinez, ang matagal na n'yang crush, college student pa lamang siya. Si Mattheus kasi ay dati munang sikat na model, newscaster, at naging isang TV actor bago pamahalaan ang TV network na pag-aari ng pamilya nito. Sa loob ng isang taon ng pagiging secretary ni Brenda kay Mattheus, lihim na nahulog ang loob niya sa binatang amo. Ngunit paano naman niya iyon masasabi rito kung ubod naman ito ng pagiging babaero? At isa pa, malabo siyang mapansin nito dahil mga model at artista ang tipo ng amo niya. Samantala siya, isang hamak na sekretarya lamang na pangkaraniwan ang ganda. Ngunit paano kung isang araw, nagkaroon si Brenda ng pagkakataon na makasama si Mattheus sa iisang kama at nakalimot sila? Kaya nga bang humarap ni Brenda kay Mattheus kinabukasan? Kapag humupa na ang init ng kanilang pinagsaluhan lalo na't alam ni Brenda na meron talagang kasintahan si Mattheus at nagbabalak na itong pakasalan? Abangan ang buhay pag-ibig ni Brenda Polido at Mattheus Martinez. Hot Night With Mattheus Martinez.

What do you do when the mate you love gets another she-wolf pregnant after a drunken night? This is my new reality. In the face of this, he firmly said, "Keep the pup, and we can still go back to how things were." I could not believe my ears. Shaking my head, I asked him to choose. "Between me and the pup, who do you choose?" I said to him. All I got was silence. His blank face broke me. I could not believe he couldn’t answer. But his silence was enough of an answer for me. So I left, and he regretted it.

Brianna Lester, with her unusually platinum blonde hair and grayish-blue eyes, is impossible to miss wherever she goes. Her bubbly personality, hyperactivity, innate talent for tripping even while standing still, and her knack for always causing trouble ensure that she immediately catches the attention of the coolest tattoo artist around. Unfortunately, it's not her rather unique appearance that gets noticed, but her clumsiness. The moment she closes the door of the tattoo shop, one of the pictures hanging on the wall-the owner's favorite, and quite valuable-unexpectedly falls down. To make up for the damage, she ends up working at the shop until she can pay off the cost of the picture. It would all be pretty easy if a sexy tattoo artist didn't enjoy teasing her about her bad luck. By now, Brianna has resigned herself to the idea that her life is stuck in the "never a joy" zone, and her birthday is proof of that. Who can be considered lucky if they were born on a day that only comes once every four years? No one. Some people are kissed by fortune at birth, while others are kissed by bad luck. Brianna definitely falls into the latter category.

Le soir de notre neuvième anniversaire de mariage, mon mari Rémy, l'homme qui dirigeait la famille mafieuse le jour et faisait palpiter mon cœur la nuit, ne m'a pas offert de roses. Il les a données à Lise, son assistante personnelle. Sous le lustre où nous avions dansé en tant que jeunes mariés, il s'est tourné vers moi avec le charme qu'il avait autrefois lorsqu'il me murmurait son amour à l'oreille, la voix glacée. « Elle est enceinte », a-t-il dit, comme si cela expliquait tout, « et elle est difficile en ce qui concerne la nourriture. A partir de maintenant, tu devras lui préparer trois repas, sans répétition. » « Elle est sensible et n'aime pas dormir seule, alors tu devras mettre tes affaires dans la chambre d'amis. » La pièce était silencieuse. Je n'ai pas crié, je n'ai pas pleuré, j'ai juste pris ma valise et je me suis dirigée vers la porte. Le majordome a essayé de m'arrêter, et Rémy n'a même pas sourcillé. « Elle reviendra », a-t-il dit en secouant paresseusement son verre de vin rouge, « et dans trois jours, elle pleurera tout en me suppliant. » Les invités ont éclaté de rire. Ils ont parié un million d'euros devant moi. Ils pariaient pour savoir si j'allais supplier Rémy de me laisser entrer avant demain matin, comme un chien errant sans dignité. Mais ils ne savaient pas que j'avais déjà reçu le jeton de famille de mon vrai père et que j'avais réservé mon vol de départ. Cette fois, je partirais vraiment.

Bagaimana jika harus menikah dan hidup bersama suami yang tak tau diri. suami yang seharusnya menjadi tulang punggung, bukan malah sebaliknya!!! suami yang begitu perhitungan akan istrinya. "uang segini cukup untuk apa Mas?" "tak tau, yang penting kamu cukup-cukupkan. makan seadanya juga boleh!" mau mengeluh rasanya juga percuma. karena dia tak pernah mau mengerti bagaimana susahnya aku, membagi uang yang hanya tak seberapa itu lalu, bagaimanakah caranya aku menyiasati hidup dengan suami seperti itu? dan bagaimana pula aku akan membalas semua sikapnya selama ini? ikuti terus kelanjutan cerita ini. jangan lupa untuk memberi rating bintang lima, dan juga komentar-komentas agar author semakin semangat dalam berkarya.

After my mother shot down my pleas to cover my medical bills the 100th time, I clutched my bone cancer diagnosis papers and trudged to the crematorium. "Hi, I'd like to reserve a cremation slot ahead of time," I muttered to the clerk. Half an hour ticked by before my parents and adopted brother arrived in their car. My dad, a forensic pathologist, cracked me across the face. "You're pulling a fake-death stunt now, just to steal the spotlight from your brother?" My mom, a hospital director, snatched the papers from my hands and shredded them into confetti. "Faking records using my credentials and tying up hospital resources? You've crossed the line!" My brother cried, tugging at their sleeves. "It's all my fault. I'll skip the amusement park forever. I don't need a thing. Just quit riling up Mom and Dad." I spun around, my hand pressed against my throbbing chest, and begged the crematorium staff. "Please, when it's time, cremate me and scatter the ashes in the river. I've got no family left in this world."

Everyone knows I'm Brooke River's bootlicker—I've stuck by her side for the past ten years. Now, she's getting engaged to someone else, and everyone's waiting to see me make a fool of myself. The problem is… I already got married three years ago.

All throughout her seven years of marriage, Sophia Jensen has known that her husband, Kevin Chase, considers another woman, Christina Sloan, his true love. Kevin and Christina had a whirlwind romance, and everyone thinks they will eventually get back together. Even Sophia's son, Mason Chase, prefers Christina. He says, "I wish it were Mommy who was suffering from this instead of you, Ms. Sloan." After seeing Kevin and Mason spending time with Christina yet again, Sophia finally gives up. This time, she doesn't cause a scene. She buys a flight ticket to Rovendale, leaving behind the divorce papers and an official notice that she's cutting off all familial ties with Mason. Sophia leaves her heartless son and indifferent husband to Christina so that they can finally be one happy family. A year later, she has made a name for herself in the medical field through her expertise in hypnosis and psychotherapy. However, she ends up with two unexpected patients—an adult and a child. The man grips her hand tightly, his eyes red as he begs, "Don't leave us, Sophia." The young boy beside him also clutches the hem of her blouse and pleads, "Please come home, Mommy. I need you, my mommy."

Five years and a divorce paper in my hand before I realized that I invested my time, effort and devotion to the wrong man. Trapped in a corner with nothing left to my name, I was willing to bargain with my ex-husband for my daughter’s sake. But then, a savior, my husband’s new boss came to rescue me from the financial quagmire I was in. He helped me recover what I lost: my dignity, pride and most importantly, he gave me hope. I thought he was the perfect man. But the illusion shattered when his motives came to bite me in the face. He was in this for revenge, and his target was me.

Having an Awakenist as my wife meant enduring her monkish attitude toward sex. We could only be intimate on the sixteenth of every month. Every detail—my position, rhythm, even my expression—had to follow her rigid rules. If I showed too much pleasure, she would immediately rise and leave. We had been married for five years. Was I ever tired of this? Yes. Still, I always gave in. I accepted these limitations because I loved her. "The Saintess loves me too," I told myself. That faith shattered the day I was sent to extinguish a hotel fire. Amid the flames, I found my wife pressed close to a man in disheveled clothes. Between their arms was a young boy.