Best Invincible Characters

It was not until my death that I realized my husband would not touch me because he was deeply in love with my best friend. The two spent their entire lives longing for each other, but never crossing the line, staying loyal from afar. Even my best friend's professor husband lived his life like a celibate monk. After being reborn, I seized the moment and held the professor's hand. "I like you. Let's be together." His eyes darkened as he replied, "Perfect. I feel the same." We instantly connected. However, this time, it was my husband and best friend who were not happy about it.

I was raised by my mother, a single parent who never revealed the identity of my father. For years, that part of my life remained a mystery until her final moments. With her last breath, she asked me to find him. I shared this with my best friend, who had never known her own parents. With tears in her eyes, she confided in me that she longed for a father, too. She tried to manipulate me, suggesting I work as a housekeeper for my father so she could claim him as her own. Soft-hearted, I agreed to the plan. When I finally met him, he was stunned. The resemblance between me and his first love was undeniable. He wanted to take me under his wing as his mistress. "Come to my room tonight and wear something… revealing," he said. To protect myself, I laid all my cards on the table.

When I saw my best friend tending to the elderly man upstairs with such diligence in washing his clothes, cooking his meals, feeding him medicine, and giving him massages, I immediately knew that she had been reborn, too. In my previous life, my best friend and I shared an apartment. We were often awakened in the middle of the night by the old man’s cough from upstairs. When I went up to check on him, I learned that his legs were paralyzed, and he had no children or family. Out of sympathy, I decided to care for him. I brought him his daily meals and gave him massages. A month later, out of the blue, the old man mysteriously handed me a bank card and said, “There’s eight million here. It’s my reward to you.” With that money, I immediately went and paid off my father’s medical bills. Later, the old man went even further and transferred the ownership of the apartment that we were renting to me. He told me, “When your father is discharged, move in together. That way, I’ll have someone to keep me company, too!” When my best friend learned of this, however, she went ballistic. During the few days I was having trouble sleeping, she had secretly spiked my water with a lethal dose of sleeping pills. She watched as I died in agony. After my death, my boyfriend, posing as my fiancé, cut off my father’s medical bills and took away the old man’s bank card. Meanwhile, my best friend spread slanderous rumors among the neighbors, claiming the old man gave me money because I had sold myself to him. Half a year later, the two got married and paid in full for a luxury apartment in the city centre. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that very day when the old man upstairs was coughing uncontrollably.

Que peut-on faire d’une jeune fille qui, sur un coup de tête, vient de ruiner les projets politiques que l’on avait bâtis autour d’elle ? L’envoyer au couvent semblait une bonne idée... Avec l’accroissement des troubles aux frontières du monde connu, Sendre va découvrir au gré de ses rencontres que le monde n’est pas aussi manichéen qu’elle le pensait, et que trahisons et alliances peuvent bouleverser la donne, quel que soit le camp dans lequel on se tient.

Kayna, une fille au passé plutôt lourd, veut refaire sa vie à 0. Plus de trafics, plus de drogue, plus de prison. Mais quand elle revoit un ancien ami de longue date, rien ne va se passer comme prévue. a t-elle bien choisit d'être psychologue dans une prison?

La pauvreté est une chose qui nous amène des fois à emprunter des chemins de regrette. Ceci est l'histoire de deux jeunes garçons qui sont tous nées dans une famille pauvre qui n'arrivent pas à satisfaire leurs besoins alors ils sont obligés de travailler sans relax mais le second ne veut pas se gêner avant d'avoir d'argent mais il oublie que c'est JUSTE POUR UN TEMPS.

The hotel called, politely reminding me that the condoms used last night were unpaid and had been charged to my membership card. I was stunned. I'd been working late until midnight and hadn't set foot in any hotel. I confronted my husband, the only person who knew my card code. Nathan Phelps looked at me, bewildered. "Honey, that hotel costs over $10,000 a night. I'd never go there. It's probably a system error. Someone must have mistyped the card number. I'll file a complaint tomorrow." Unconvinced, I called my best friend, who managed the hotel. "Tracy, check who Nathan was with at the hotel last night. I'm catching him red-handed."

I accidentally stumbled upon numerous explicit videos on my husband's computer while tidying up his desk. The videos showed him in bed with my unmarried best friend. The relationship between my husband and me had been platonic ever since I gave birth 40 years ago. His reason was that he was no longer capable of physical intimacy. Now, it felt like my entire life had been a sham, despite all my efforts for my family.

My best friend and I signed up for the Dual Marriage System so the cancer wouldn't kill me. She and I managed to steal the hearts of the Hopkin brothers. Naturally, we became in-laws. Seven years later, my husband's son told me I was dull and useless. Meanwhile, my best friend's husband slammed her behind bars for the sake of his old flame. When she was released, the last thing she told me was, "Live on." Then, she rushed into the oncoming traffic and was crushed into a pulp by a speeding truck.

Aïcha, jeune et brillante archéologue sénégalaise, mène une vie paisible à Dakar, partagée entre ses recherches universitaires et les traditions familiales. Son existence bascule lorsqu'elle hérite d'un mystérieux masque d'ivoire de son grand-père, un ancien conteur et gardien de la mémoire ancestrale. Ce masque n'est pas un simple objet d'art. Il est la clé d'une prophétie oubliée, liée à un trésor caché et à un ancien royaume africain disparu. Aïcha se retrouve alors plongée dans une quête palpitante, semée d'embûches et de dangers, qui la mènera des ruelles animées de Dakar aux confins du désert du Sahara, en passant par les forêts luxuriantes de Casamance. Mais elle n'est pas la seule à convoiter le secret du masque d'ivoire. Un puissant homme d'affaires véreux, héritier d'une lignée de pillards et prêt à tout pour s'emparer du trésor, se lance à ses trousses. Dans cette course contre la montre, Aïcha croise la route de Malik, un séduisant aventurier et expert en cultures africaines, dont le charme mystérieux et les compétences hors du commun s'avèrent être une aide précieuse. Entre eux, une attirance irrésistible se développe, mais Aïcha devra apprendre à faire confiance à Malik, car il semble lui aussi cacher un lourd secret lié à son passé. Ensemble, ils devront déchiffrer les énigmes du masque d'ivoire, affronter les dangers qui les guettent et percer les mystères d'une histoire oubliée, tout en luttant contre une force obscure qui menace de détruire l'héritage de leurs ancêtres.