Boruto Birthday Gift

That night when our heartbeats synchronizes to the candence of music. As the glint of the moon reflects on your scintillating eyes, you grant me a gift. Carmel Loran, she has everything. Fame, beauty and luxury life. But a night ruin her life. What would she do if destiny play with her fate? Will she be able to run away from the chaos that's always running after her? Or she alloted herself to another misery?

Jauh di dalam hutan, di rumorkan tentang bunga emas yang dapat mengabulkan segala permohonan.Namun, tak banyak orang yang tahu tentang sosok misterius yang tinggal di dalamnya.Suatu malam seorang pemuda masuk ke dalam hutan demi bunga emas yang di rumorkan itu. Ia bertemu dengan seorang anak kecil yang berpakaian serba hitam, seperti pada upacara pemakaman.Claudia, begitulah ia menyebutkan namanya.

[KONTEN DEWASA 21+] “Saya ingin mengajukan permintaan kepada Anda. ” Raveena berlutut di atas permukaan lantai yang dingin. Kedua tangannya bertumpu pada lantai, sedangkan kepalanya di angkat tinggi sehingga kedua matanya mampu memandang iblis di hadapannya dengan jelas. Iblis itu lantas tertawa, “Permintaan seperti apa yang kau inginkan?” “Selamatkan saya dari neraka ini dan lenyapkanlah tempat ini hingga tak bersisa.” “Aku tidak melakukannya dengan gratis,” Iblis itu berkata, “Hadiah apa yang akan kau berikan kepadaku?” “Segalanya.” “Segalanya?” “Ya, jiwa dan raga saya akan seutuhnya menjadi milik Anda.” Iblis itu lantas melangkahkan kakinya mendekati Raveena, dia mengangkat dagu wanita itu begitu tinggi sampai mata mereka bertemu. “Maka selamanya kau akan menjadi milikku, Raveena Hesper.” • • • • • Cerano Acheron merupakan seorang Underboss dari organisasi mafia Acheron Familia yang berbasis di Italia dan menyebar hingga ke seluruh wilayah Eropa. Dia dikenal sebagai seseorang yang bertangan dingin, tidak mengenal ampun terhadap musuh yang berani mengusik organisasinya. Suatu ketika, Cerano terlibat pertikaian dengan seorang ketua Kartel Meksiko yang telah mengusik bawahannya. Dia sampai harus pergi ke Philadelphia untuk menuntaskan masalahnya. Tak disangka, kepergiannya ke Philadelphia menghantarkan Cerano kepada Raveena Hesper yang menganggapnya sebagai seorang iblis dan meminta bantuan Cerano untuk membebaskannya dari kekangan rumah bordil yang selama bertahun – tahun menahannya. Di mata Cerano, Raveena merupakan seorang wanita yang tak mengenal takut. Ia bahkan tak pernah menurunkan pandangannya meski Cerano telah menatapnya dengan tajam. Raveena bahkan tak gentar walau tahu Cerano memiliki ribuan anak buah yang selalu diselimuti oleh aroma darah. Cerano selalu membawa kematian, tetapi Raveena tidak takut akan kematian. Takdir macam apa yang akan mengikat mereka nantinya?

As my murderer's claws tear into my abdomen inch by inch, my father and brother are seated in our family's banquet hall. They're celebrating Carly's 18th birthday and coming-of-age. "You'll always be my little girl." "Happy birthday, Carly." They light 18 pink candles for her. On top of the exquisite red velvet cake is a wolf figurine that they carved for her, and there are well wishes and laughter all around. Meanwhile, I'm curled up in a sewer filled with liquid silver as I bleed to death. My phone has been crushed, and I can't get out. I can only cry for help. A few days later, my father and brother show up together at the autopsy room. My brother stands by the operating table with a scalpel. He slices open the body and sews it back up like it's nothing. My father just covers his nose as he shoots a disgusted glance at my body. He urges my brother to hurry up with the autopsy report. "The victim is a young female wolf presumed to be of pure lineage. Before her death, she was subjected to prolonged captivity and torture. Her throat is nearly severed, her cervical spine is dislocated, and her chest cavity has collapsed. She was also injected with liquid silver before death." Hearing the report, my father looks so calm that it's just like a case study of no consequence. Neither of them can recognize that the body belongs to me—their daughter and sister!

The day before my fifth wedding anniversary to my husband, the jewelry store manager called me. He reported that the expensive jewelry I had commissioned for my husband had been accidentally damaged by the staff. However, the shop was willing to pay a penalty for breach of contract. He hung up before I could lose my temper. I immediately received a message from my husband and $6 million in compensation. [So you're the shameless homewrecker. How dare you keep my husband's contact information! I'm warning you: I've given you the money, now get lost! Otherwise, I'll have to teach you a lesson!] The woman smugly sent me an intimate photo to follow up on her threats. Looking at the familiar side profile, I immediately called my biological parents, who were high-ranking businesspeople. "Dad, Mom, put the Shelby family's investment on hold for now. I'm getting a big gift ready for them!"

Have you ever loved someone so much you thought you would crumble without, but then met someone who gave you a thousand million more thrills? And the question that base an honest answer is do we really move on from our first love or we just learn to recuperate? *** Growing up to only love and learn how to love one person <..Cadeau had always had one dream and that is to get married to the love of her life, Lijie_the person she was betrothed to. But what happens when she finds out moments before her wedding that he does not feel the same way? Forced to live under the same roof with Akarui_her ex fiance's bestfriend who has always been in love with her secretly can Cadeau manage not to tap in to Akarui's love??!

I had just won the Hawthorne Scientific Laureate on the international stage when my father called me back home. "Bring the betrothal gifts to the Hayes family. That childhood engagement should finally be fulfilled." Afraid of getting stuck in traffic, I took my modified motorcycle, carried the national heritage porcelain obtained through generations of the Keane family's military merits, and headed toward their house. Just as I arrived at the community gate, a Porsche suddenly cut across the lane, nearly knocking me over. A heavily made-up woman, Zoey Mercer, stepped out of the car, raised one sharp high heel, and kicked the top box off my motorcycle. "You rode this junk motorcycle yet dared block my way? If you dent my car, your whole family won't be able to afford the compensation!" My heart sank. I quickly opened the case, only to see the entire box of celadon porcelain shattered. "So you’re just some delivery guy. Think this pile of trash is worth even one of my shoes? "You even know whose neighborhood this is? It belongs to Kingshore's Hayes family! My best friend’s family developed this place! Believe it or not, I can have you thrown out right now!" Right then, my fiancee, Lauren Hayes, called me. "Where are you? My friend just messaged me saying there’s a delivery guy causing trouble at the entrance."

In the underworld littered with only the worst people imaginable, it is very important to know who you can trust and who you can't. Where death is just a breath away and one mistake can cause an all-out war between powerful groups of people, trust is something earned, not given. Eden Maschera, the leader of an organization known as The Aberrants with their signature letter 'A' in all the clubs, restaurants, hotels and everything else they owned, knows this fact. To get where he is, he's had to make many sacrifices. With blood-stained hands, he watched over all the people under him with an iron fist and unwavering ideals. No one knows to be more cautious against other people than him, not after what he's been through. But, all that is thrown out the window when he meets a pretty, naked, black-haired man in a club with who he did not get along instantly. Even though several things happened just in the course of that night. In a world of betrayals, heartbreaks, lies, secrets and death, what will become of the two? Read to find out. Updates every Monday, Wednesday and Friday (GMT+8) P.s. Not my artwork

On Father's Day, I received a heartwarming gift. My one-year-old son called me Dad for the first time. But moments later, he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and died before we could reach the hospital. My wife was shattered, and I was devastated. The doctors couldn't identify the cause of his death. Three years later, my wife emerged from her grief, and we welcomed our second child. But the moment this child called me Dad, they, too, died instantly. To spare her further pain, I suggested adoption. Yet, even our adopted children met the same fate. Unable to bear the losses, my wife divorced me. Everyone said I was cursed, never meant to be a father. Defiant, I remarried and had another child, vowing never to let them call me Dad. For years, we adhered to this rule. But when our daughter turned four, she came home from preschool, eager to celebrate Father's Day. Holding a card, she read aloud, "Dad."

The day I found out I was a match for my dad—stage four leukemia—I bailed. Mom tore the world apart looking for me, but yeah, she had to watch him go. After that, she drowned herself in research, built a name, even adopted this perfect little angel. We crossed paths again at some fancy leukemia conference she was hosting. I was on the demo table. She took one look and scoffed. "Charlotte Stein, not the time for your crap. Get up and go." The host blinked, stunned. "Dr. Cooper... you know this cadaver?" She actually laughed. "What, she paid you for this stunt?" The host turned ghost-white. "M-Miss Stein passed three days ago..."