Benji In Pitch Perfect

Nasira ang relasyon ni Celeste sa kanyang asawa na si Darson nang malamang siya ay baog. Isang araw ay nagdala na ng mistress si Darson sa kanilang tahanan na noon ay apat na buwan nang buntis. Her husband soon divorced her and abandoned her in a dangerous place mercilessly after the dirty thing that mistress did to her. Pero hindi niya aakalain na sa delikadong lugar na iyon ay aksidente niyang maliligtas ang buhay ng isang mafia boss na si Primo Semion Lombardi, at mag-alok ito ng marriage proposal!

"You make it sound like I did something wrong?" Niklaus says with a sly smile before stepping back to avoid the punch I swing at him. His hand grabs my wrist tightly before he spins and presses me back on his desk, with my upper body facing him. His hips press against my parted legs. "Really...Luci, I missed you like crazy. How can you say such harsh things to me?" He says with a pout. Wait…wait, what is that pressing against me? "You crazy b*stard." I all but scream the words, but the manic excitement in his eyes doesn't waver as he forces his hips against me. Eight years ago, novice recruit Lucien Sinclair had the perfect partner and brother-in-law anyone could ask for; everything vanished in the blink of an eye when the 'perfect' man, Niklaus Heinrich, turned out to be the perfect devil, an arms dealer masquerading as the perfect CEO to the largest company in Ferndale. What happens when the two are forced to work together again? {This is a stand-alone book}

Angelo Ian Diano didn't expect he would survive being hit by a speeding car. He wanted to thank the heavens for suddenly sparing his life and giving him another chance to correct his mistakes. But when Angelo opened his eyes, he was suddenly greeted by a nerve-wracking situation. From being a man oozing with masculinity, he suddenly became a femme fatale, as if the heavens were conspiring against him to punish him for all the things he did in the past. To add to the situation, not only did Angelo possess a body of just any woman but a married woman. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry because of his circumstance. To make matters worse, he found out that the husband of the woman he had possessed is the very person he has hated to the bones. Let's take a look at his story and find out who will be the first to go crazy. Is it Angelo or the one reading this?

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,

Blurb. All she wanted was to impress her boss and become very popular. All she had to do was to get a person with dark secret and expose them but in the process of doing that she got married to a very famous business man. He was hard to get and she will have to make him fall in love with her. Along the line she fell in love with him. Will she still be able to accomplish her goal?

My husband woke me at 2 AM, demanding I come to the hospital to operate on Ava Foster— his first love. When I arrived, Ava was lying ghostly pale in the hospital bed. The chart showed end-stage uremia; she desperately needed a kidney transplant. I explained that her condition was critical, and without a matching donor, there was nothing I could do. My husband mistook my professional assessment for jealousy. He slapped me hard across the face. "What kind of doctor are you?" he snarled. "Are you just going to let her die? Test more people until you find a match!" I rubbed my cheek and nodded calmly. "Actually, we already found one." "Your kidney is compatible with hers. You'll be the donor."

I messed up—big time. Blurting out at a family dinner that my boss, neighbor, and best friend’s brother, Arnold, asked me to be his wedding date was not my finest moment. Mortified, I’m ready to apologize and smooth things over with his family, but Arnold? He’s not having it. Instead, he doubles down, proposing a wild plan: a fake relationship that suits us both.The deal? Three months of playing the perfect couple while my toddler and I live in his house, rent-free. In return, Arnold shields me from my toxic ex, and I help him dodge the town’s relentless matchmaking efforts. It’s the perfect arrangement—until the lines between fake and real start to blur.Arnold’s not just playing a role. He’s reading bedtime stories to my son, cooking us meals, and kissing me like the world might end if he stops. With every tender touch and stolen glance, he makes me feel seen, desired, in a way I’ve never known. The guestroom feels colder each night when his strong, tattooed arms are just down the hall, calling to me.As our forbidden kisses deepen, so does the risk. Are we crafting a love that could break us? Or are we building something breathtakingly real?

Sebuah hubungan itu perlu adanya saling percaya, tapi ya jangan sampai dibodohi juga oleh perasaan. Tidak semua yang sudah lebih dulu dekat denganmu adalah yang terbaik, terkadang yang baru saja bertemu, bisa jadi adalah jalan untuk kebahagian yang sebenarnya.Jangan terlalu mencintai sesuatu, juga jangan sampai kelewat membenci. Apalagi kalau sudah menyangkut masalalu. Ugh, mantan, misalnya? Bagaimana jadinya kalau diberi pilihan kembali dengan mantan, atau menerima perjodohan?

Just when things have been doing good for Hailey, her life is changed by single gunfire. It was the night after the top of the criminal organization jumped from a building, and because of this, the top brass of the criminal organization have been scattered in different parts of Manila. Hailey just happened to walk past by a convenience store when she saw a short-haired man in a three-way suit killed someone by simply being on their way. Since Hailey is a witness, the man whom she saw murdered someone cannot just let her go, and the next thing she knew, she was lying down in a king-size bed and as she looks around the room, a long-haired man is sitting right across her direction while siping at the glass of bourbon he was holding as he reads the newspaper with a gun as his reading pointer.

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