Booktok Wallpaper Laptop

"Ms. Stout, please read the requirements carefully. Once you submit your personal profile and sign up, all of your information will be sealed. You must then enter the research institute within 15 working days. Until the research results are made public, you will not be allowed to leave." The response from the National Academy of Sciences Research Institute came quickly, accompanied by a form. Shermaine Stout stared at the screen, but the mouse in her hand suddenly felt as heavy as lead. The door to her room suddenly swung open, and Shermaine blinked, quickly closing the laptop without a trace of emotion.

22-year-old Anastasia Sanchez is a diehard fan of the e-book, Bonded: a werewolf love story with millions of fans around the world. When the final pages of Bonded cruelly tear the main leads apart, she is livid! She confronts the author and demands her to write the sequel with the two main leads getting back together. Instead of agreeing with her, the author gives her the task that’ll change her life forever: to write the sequel herself! But there’s a catch! Instead of writing the sequel with a laptop and Wi-Fi, Anastasia is magically transported inside the virtual world of Bonded and becomes one of its characters! Her problem doesn’t end there, her desire to give the two main leads a happy ending is cut short when she finds herself falling in love with Bonded’s male lead, Alpha Hugh Montemayor. Caught between loyalty to her beloved characters and the undeniable allure of Hugh’s embrace, will Anastasia sacrifice her own desires for the sake of the story, or will she rewrite the script of her own heart?

Zachary Quinn suddenly develops a fondness for going to a massage parlor after I'm discharged from the hospital—I was in an accident. He excitedly tells me that the masseuse there has the best skills he's ever experienced. "They even have free food and fruits! I bring my laptop there with me to work when I get tired at the office." I don't know why he's telling me these things. He knows my father got caught cheating at a massage parlor. I hate those places. It's only later that I learn the relaxation he describes isn't what I imagined. He's long since gone bad in places that I can't see.

"Logan, just give me some sleeping pills. I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks," Xavier said to his psychiatrist and childhood friend. "You don’t need sleeping pills, Xavier. What you need is a break. How about taking ten days off on a cruise?" Dr. Logan Pierce suggested. "You know how much money I can make in ten days? And you want me to waste it sitting idle on a boat? Every minute I’m off that ship is costing me." "That’s exactly why you need it. The world will survive without you for ten days. Maybe you’ll realize you can, too." "But…" Xavier protested. "Xavier, sleeping pills won’t help this time. You’re becoming too dependent on them, and I’m not prescribing more. If you want your sleep back, take a break—a cruise vacation will do the trick." "Fine. But if this doesn’t work, I’m never listening to you again." "Deal. Now, go pack. And leave your laptop at home." Little did Xavier know that these ten days on the cruise would bring him a surprise. Girlfriend? No. Memories? No. Friends? No. Then what? Twins... Now, Xavier doesn’t need sleeping pills to sleep—just a sofa with no noise. The only purpose of Xavier’s life now is to find a mother for the twins.

My fiancé suddenly announces he's marrying my sister instead. And just as my world collapses, the cold, noble Twinkle Oriven kneels before me with a diamond ring in hand. He confesses he's loved me for years. We get married. For three years, he's gentle, considerate, and flawless in every way. Then, one day, I accidentally overhear a conversation between him and a friend. "Twinkle, Amelie has everything she has ever wanted. Isn't it time to end this fake marriage?" "Since I can't marry Amelie, it doesn't matter who I marry. All that matters is that it keeps her life undisturbed." In the chapel where he prays every day, the wallpaper is covered with one name—Amelie Ashcombe. I hear him pray to the heavens. "May all the good in the world belong to Amelie. I'd trade my own happiness for her peace and joy. I don't ask to have her in the next life… I just want her to remember me." So this is the truth behind three years of a seemingly perfect marriage. I erase my identity and stage a fake death. From now on, Twinkle and I are nothing.

Pahayag ng May-akda: Lahat ng ito ay isang kathang-isip lamang, kung may mga pangalan, lugar o taong magkatulad sa bida nitong kwento ay hindi sinasadya. -May-akda: Inday Stories. Sky POV HABANG. Habang nasa loob ako sa aking silid ay paulit-ulit kong pinanood ang mga videos ng aking pamilya. Kung may makakita lang sa akin ay sasabihin 'para kang baliw' dahil tumatawa at umiiyak habang pinanood ko itong mag-isa. "Mama, Papa, Bunso! Miss na miss ko na kayong tatlo!" sabi ko habang nakatingin sa TV. Hanggang ngayon ay hindi ko pa rin matanggap na wala na sila. Sariwa pa rin sa aking isipan kung paano sila namatay na wala akong magawa. Hanggang natapos ang pinanood ko saka ko naman kinuha ang isang memory card may nakadikit na maliit na papel 'TRUE IDENTITY' -dahil sa aking curiosity ay agad ko itong sinalang sa aking laptop upang mapanood ko ang laman dito. "Anak, kung napanood mo ito ay siguradong may masamang nangyayari sa aming ng Mama mo. Kung sakaling may taong maghahanap o magtatanong kailangan mong itago ang tunay mong pagkatao. Ayaw namin ng iyong Ina na ikaw ang papalit sa kanyang trono bilang isang Mafia, ayaw kong matulad ka naming na maraming napatay na tao o ha-huntingin ka ng mga kalaban namin noon. Ito ang tunay na pagkatao namin anak. Ako at ang iyong ina ay anak ng isang makapangyarihang tao ang iyong ina ay isang prinsesa ng mga Mafia at kalaban namin sa aming organisasyon na kinabibilangan ko. Isa ako anak ng ikatlong Mafia sa Dark Moon, naging hadlang ang iyong Lolo ama ng iyong Ina kung kaya't nagtago kami at bumaba ako bilang isang Mafia prince upang mamuhay nang simpleng mamamayan ganoon rin ang iyong Ina.

Ini bukan loteng rumahnya, bukan tempat tidur tingkat duanya. Ia melihat ke sekeliling dan wallpaper mewah dan lampu gantung yang terang, perabotan yang elegan di kamar itu. "Eh, ini bukan rumah ku! dimana aku?" Yuki akhirnya sadar dengan sepenuhnya, ia melompat dan melihat sekelilingnya dengan tatapan rakut. Ini adalah presidential suite, yang ada di dalam sebuah Novel, atau Majalah terkenal. "Aaa..." Yuki berteriak saat itu, dengan ketakutan lalu ia menutup mulutnya dengan tangannya. Matanya berkedip, dia baru menyadari bahwa dirinya polos tanpa sehelai kain di tubuhnya.