Bubble Guppies Lunch Bag

After my girlfriend's father hit someone with a car, he took his own life because he didn't want to get arrested. But in doing so, he left behind a huge debt he had racked up. In order to help my girlfriend pay off the compensation, I work around the clock as a food deliveryman. Every day, I sleep less than four hours just to squeeze in more work. But when I finish delivering a new order, I notice a man clad in a bathrobe standing in front of me at a hotel suite's doorway. He's completely covered in hickeys. A young woman dressed in a sexy nightgown hugs him from behind. "I'm absolutely famished right now because of how long you've been tormenting me in bed earlier, darling! Hurry up and grab the takeout!" I can only stare at the woman, completely shell-shocked. That's when the bag of takeout slips off my fingers and crashes onto the floor. The woman takes a step backward. Her brows drawn into a frown, she exclaims, "How are my boyfriend and I supposed to enjoy the food now that it's all dirty?" After that, she kicks the takeout at me right away, spilling grease all over my clothes. I remain rooted to the spot, still stunned. This woman… is Irene Swensen, my girlfriend who's about to get engaged to me.

When my mother won a million dollars from a lottery ticket, she prepared an envelope for each of her three children. After we opened them, my younger brother and younger sister each found a bank card inside. But from my envelope, two 1-dollar coins clinked onto the floor. Seeing me freeze, a trace of unease flickered across Mother's face. "Cassian," she said hesitantly, "Logan and Sienna suffered a lot growing up because your father passed away so early. So I gave each of them 500 thousand dollars as compensation. "You're the eldest son—like a father to them. Don't fight with them over this, okay?" I glanced down at the faded down jacket I had worn for years, the fabric so worn that it had lost its color. Then, my eyes drifted to my younger brother's limited-edition sneakers and to the designer bag slung over my sister's shoulder. Mother seemed to have forgotten that when Father died, I had only been eight. I smiled faintly. "Alright. I won't fight them for it." Hearing this, Mother let out a long breath of relief. The next second, my voice turned cold. "Then I won't fight for the responsibility of supporting you in your old age either."

After I studied and lived in Descensio for five years, I finally graduated and was ready to return to my home country to take over my dad's company. When I arrived at the Sullivan Group building, I took a picture and posted it on my Instagram story with the caption. 'Since you're the man I love most, I'm here to see you immediately after graduation.' Yet, a woman appeared out of nowhere and slapped me as soon as I arrived at the company's lobby. "It's her! She's the hussy! She had seduced my husband back in high school. Now that my husband has become the director, she shamelessly showed up here to flirt with him. So, I want you girls to beat her up. I'll take the blame if anything happens." While the woman was cooking up a story about me seducing Marcus Lane, a director of Sullivan Group, others around simply looked on coldly and judged me. She slashed my limited-edition bag to pieces and smashed the expensive seal I wanted to give my dad. "You're just a gold digger wearing and buying fake luxury goods. It's just a few hundred dollars. I can still afford to pay you." However, little did she know that everything I had was real. Even if she and her director husband worked for the rest of their lives, they would never be able to afford to pay for the damages.

Werewolves do not exist in Africa. * * Why? * * The witches led by the council of thirteen who holds supreme power in the land hunts and kill any and all werewolves that enter into the borders of Africa. * * * Eighteen years old Tara who is set to become the Matron and leader of the witch's council has her whole life upended with the death of her Grandmother, the former Matron. An accident occurs while she was hunting a werewolf who sneaked into the country, turning her into one of the most powerful werewolf in existence; an ORIGINAL. Friend turns to foe for Tara as everyone now aims to see her dead starting from the Adonis shaped lady-killer Boma who was her former intended, the witches, Chosens, battlemages, and werewolves from outside the shores. * * * Pain has been Scar's companion as far back as he could remember. His whole family was dead and betrayed by the ones they trusted the most, His Wolf has been shackled with strange magic and unable to manifest, and he was no more than a punching bag and slave in Alpha Toni's pack, making him live every single moment of his life in intense agony. But one way or the other, Scar was going to have his revenge on all those who brought him pain, even if it meant getting lost to the dark side and selling his soul to the devil!

Everyone watched Alpha Caelum Draven reject his fated mate at the Blood Moon ceremony. Everyone watched Seraphina Voss stand straight, speak the completion words without flinching, and walk out alone into the dark. They called her nothing. An Omega with no pack, no status, no future worth having. They assumed she would grieve quietly somewhere and disappear. She did not disappear. With one bag and a transfer form, Seraphina leaves Ironveil and everything in it behind. In Velmoor, far from the pack that discarded her, she begins to discover what she actually is. Not the lowest rank in a hierarchy built to contain her. Something older. Something rarer. Something the wolf world has not seen in generations. She is a primal. And the bond Caelum rejected is not dead. It is growing. It is changing into something neither of them has words for yet, something that cannot be rejected twice, and it is getting louder with every night he spends telling himself the decision was right. He chose his alliance over his wolf. He chose politics over gold in his own eyes. Now Seraphina is coming into everything she was always meant to be, and Caelum is beginning to understand that some decisions cannot be managed, reasoned through, or filed away. Some things you only get one chance to choose correctly from. He already used his.

Blurb. Vanessa was abused by her father and step mother her whole life, she was the dumping bag of the family. She was never even allowed to go to school, her family treated her like a slave. As if things could not get worse, her father gave her away in exchange to be burdened for the debt he owed. She was abused, used and threatened, she was ready to give up when she found out she was pregnant, not with just one child but two. And she could no longer give up. She had to fight for the two lives that were now growing inside her. So she ran away. She had nowhere to go but she thought if she explained to her family that she was pregnant, they could take her back in. But they threw her out into the cold. When she woke up next, she was in what seemed to be heaven, being treated like a princess. She thought she was dreaming or hallucinating when she saw her mother, the woman who died when she was only six years old. She was now the Luna of one of the most powerful packs. Vanessa goes from being a weak slaw that everyone used to the mate of the alpha of the most powerful packs. She is out for revenge and blood now, and she would stop at nothing until she destroys everyone that abused her, including Damian the man who fathered her kids.

Amidst the dimly lit room, the tension was palpable as Clyde's vice-like grip closed around Isabella's neck. She struggled to gasp for air, her defiance clear in her eyes. "You are no one for me, do you understand?" Clyde hissed, his fingers digging into her skin. Isabella, her voice trembling but unwavering, met his intense gaze. "And you are the most darkly comedic and nightmarish chapter of my life." Clyde, cruel laughter in his eyes, flung her onto the bed with a brutal force that left her breathless. "Then let's make this chapter even more nightmarish," he taunted, a twisted grin dancing upon his lips. The story takes an electrifying turn when Isabella, longing for a peaceful visit to her grandmother, finds herself back in her home country. However, fate has other plans as Isabella's suitcase, filled with her belongings, gets exchanged with Clyde's bag - full of illicit weapons. Clyde, a dangerous figure entangled in the criminal underworld, cannot allow Isabella to simply walk away after discovering the dangerous secrets within the swapped bag. As the noose tightens, he's left with a limited choices: kill her or hold her captive, forever altering the course of both their lives. Amidst this high-stakes power struggle, a relentless battle for survival and freedom unfolds, painting the pages of this thrilling tale with suspense and danger.

I plan on ordering some food using my husband's phone, yet I've noticed a remark that's been saved on the delivery app. "The food is for a pregnant lady. Please make sure to be hygienic and use less oil and salt when making the dishes." I can feel my heart sink. I turn my gaze toward the bathroom, where my husband is. I can't figure out why my husband, who's been firm about not wanting a child, has been ordering meals for pregnant women. After a moment of hesitation, I scroll through the delivery app's order history with shaky hands. Numerous orders have been placed with the same restaurant, one that specializes in making exquisite dishes designed for pregnant women. Each of these food orders costs more than ten thousand dollars. My husband's company address has been chosen as the delivery address, and he's also the recipient. … After exiting the delivery app, I sit on the couch and stare into space. As I look at my husband's well-defined muscles, I recall how he, who's about to hit 40, is suddenly quite invested in getting in shape over the past year. I blurt out asking, "Have you been ordering food to your office often lately?" My husband freezes for a split second. Then, he fixes me with a gentle gaze. "I do that once in a while. Why are you suddenly asking about that? By the way, I haven't had the sweet and sour meatballs you make in a long while. Can you make some for me so that I can bring them to the office for my lunch tomorrow?" I smile at him and agree to his request. Still, I toss and turn in bed as the remark about the pregnant lady in his phone keeps gnawing at me that night.

As the son of Isabella and Elijah, Isaiah takes his legacy as the King of werewolves seriously! He is a just and fair King, but something is missing inside him. His mate. Although he is still young, he longs for that true love that all of his family have. Everyone else except for him has found their mates. He is happy for them. But also kind of jealous. Ivy was born between two strong parents, but there was a problem. She was forbidden. A love child born of a werewolf father and fae mother. She is a hybrid. Something that has been forbidden from the Goddesses since before anyone living can remember. When her mother dies, her father remarry his mistress and Ivy is finally kicked all the way out of the family. She is a Princess by right, but treated as the family's personal punching bag and slave. What happens when Isaiah finds his mate in the most unlikely of places? Will he accept her, despite her status as a hybrid, or will he reject her because of her heritage? Can the world survive with a hybrid as their Queen? Will they accept her? Follow the story of Isaiah and Ivy, who both are looking for their rightful place in a world on the brink of a civil interspecies war. Can the young people change the fatal outcome of bloodshed and hatred? Will hybrids once again be allowed and accepted? The Alpha King's Forbidden Mate is the sequel to Her Second Chance Alpha.

The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years. "Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession. He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape. In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind. He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine. The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body. When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork. “George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!” George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached. “Just toss it where trash belongs.”