Can Take My Eyes Off You Lirik

Jothea Alvandra doesn't like the new sub-professor who is in charge of their math subject, calculus. Well, she wasn't interested in the subject itself in the first place. She always came late and ruined everything for Professor Ismael Mondalla, but little did she know what would happen after they came up with a ridiculous agreement, which would lead to a hugely chaotic life for them both. "What does love mean? I'll make you feel it the second time you attempt to slap me again."

In less than 24 hours, I went from being all dolled up for my wedding to being sold at an auction like some animal. I didn't expect to be bought by a handsome stranger. He was an Alpha with Mafia ties. And now, I was his own personal plaything. Will I be able to get my pack back from the evil Alpha that stole it from me? Or will I remain a plaything until my buyer lets me go? Can we work together and defeat our enemies, or will those enemies tear us apart? Read to find out!

Si Joanna Rissa Lico, nawala sa kaniya ang lahat dahil sa panloloko ng kaniyang boyfriend. Kinuha na nito lahat ng yaman niya, pati mukha niya ay sinunog nito. Dahil sa pinagdaanan ni Joanna na dumurog sa puso niya ay binalak niyang magpakamatay pero hindi 'yun natuloy dahil kay Marvin Guevarra, isang gwapong bilyonaryo na masungit at walang modo para kay Joanna. Inalok siya ni Marvin na tutulungan siya nito sa paghihiganti sa dating nobyo ni Joanna sa pamamagitan ng isang kasal, wala man naibigay na dahilan ng pagtulong ay kinuha ni Joanna ang pagkakataon na 'yun upang makapaghiganti sa dati niyang nobyo. Pero paano kung sa paglipas ng mga araw ay biglang makipaglaro si Marvin kay Joanna na mahuhulog ito sa kaniya, mapigilan kaya ni Joanna ang kaninyang nararamdaman upang manalo sa larong inumpisahan ni Marvin? Maging totoo kaya ang larong ginawa nila?

Akhir-akhir ini banyak cerita yang beredar tentang sebuah bisikan. “Bawa aku pulang!” Namun hanya beberapa orang tertentu yang dapat mendengarnya, salah satunya Kila, teman baik Azkia. Suara bisikan itu berasal dari pengikut sekte agama yang sudah lama disiksa, bahkan dibunuh dengan sadis. Pemimpin sekte itu memiliki kekuatan yang hebat untuk melawan pengikut yang sulit diatur. Namun bagi pengikut setianya, akan terjamin hidup bahagia setelah meninggal tanpa menerima siksa neraka. Makanya setiap jemaat dari pemimpin sekte itu memiliki aktivitas yang mencurigakan, bahkan sangat tertutup. Bukan pertama kali bagi Azkia bertemu dengan orang-orang yang mencurigakan dan jarang berbaur, karena tujuh puluh persen dari keluarganya termasuk penganut sekte dan aturan yang sama namun beda pimpinan. Azkia sangat muak dengan sikap keluarganya yang berbuat semena-mena pada dirinya, bahkan saudara sepupunya berani melecehkan harga dirinya. Dapatkah Azkia membawa pulang jiwa-jiwa yang tersesat setelah dirinya tercemplung dalam jurang maut?

The life trial system "If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It" burst onto the scene like a traveling circus promising wonders. The idea was plain enough: "If you reckon someone's life is a mess, and you think you can do better, go ahead and prove it. There's a reward waiting if you do." Before I knew it, my whole family had me pegged for the fool in the middle of the show. There was my mother, dreaming of turning me into some grand goose; my husband, who'd spent years dodging his rightful share of the family load; and my son, mortified by the very sight of me. They shoved me onto the "judgment seat" like I was the villain of the tale. Every last one of them swore up and down that, given my place, they'd manage my life better than I ever could. The stakes? Well, if they pulled it off, my consciousness would be erased—gone, wiped out like a mistake on a chalkboard—and turned into their personal servant. On top of that, they'd waltz off with a cool million dollars. But if they couldn't? Then I'd be the one raking in three million dollars. Now that's a gamble for the ages, isn't it?

Queenzella or often called Zella is one of the secret agents. Zella is on a mission where she has to track down a serial killer in Cristopher's house, no, more precisely she is trying to pry information from Kenneth Cristopher who is the brother of the very private Mikequel Cristopher. Being a maid in Cristopher's house is crazy, especially since Kenneth has something inside him that always disturbs Zella's peace. Will all of Zella's plans work? or instead, he fell into a complicated love story? then how Zella completed all her missions and caught Mikequel the serial killer who loved her.

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

He stared down at me, his dark eyes burning with desire. His touch was electric, sending shivers through my body as his fingers teased me, leaving me breathless and aching for more. "You want this?" he murmured, his voice rough with need. I could barely think, barely speak—all I knew was that I needed him. "Yes..." I gasped, arching against him as his touch grew bolder, more demanding. Every stroke, every whispered word pushed me closer to the edge. I was lost in him, in the way he claimed me without hesitation. "Who are you?" he demanded, his grip tightening.” "I am your dirty little slut." I gasped... A month after her dad died, she moved to L.A.—to live with his best friend. A man rich enough to own the city, and powerful enough to stay untouchable. She thought it’d be awkward. Quiet. Maybe even safe. But then came the night. One mistake. One touch. And everything changed. Now they’re caught in something they can’t control. It’s wrong. It’s dangerous. And it feels way too good to stop. She knows this can’t last. He knows it too. But the more they try to stay away, the harder it gets to breathe without each other. And if anyone finds out— It won’t just break hearts. It’ll ruin lives. This story is rated 18+...

Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster. The caption? Oh, just this gem: [Legally welcoming our little one into the world.] Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote: [Once the baby is born, I'll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.] I couldn't help myself. I replied with a single question mark. And then Henry's DMs came in hot: [She's just borrowing me for a year to get married. Once the baby's born, I'll come back to you.]

I was suffering from period cramps, so I ordered some painkillers. I asked for a woman to deliver my painkillers to me, but a drunken man came over instead. This time, I did not call my brothers for help. I called the police instead. In the past, not only did my brothers send all of their bodyguards to me, but they also rushed back. In the process, they ended up missing the theater performance of our adopted sister, Gloria. Gloria was sad and grabbed a prop to stab herself. My brothers comforted me. “Don’t blame yourself for it. At the very least, you’re safe.” But, right after, they arranged my kidnapping and gave me over to a group of drunkards. “That was just a drunkard. You could have just chased him out. Did you have to call us? Look! Gloria’s dead now! You’re not getting out of this alive either!” When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the time when the drunkard was knocking on the door. This time, I did not call them, and my brothers got to watch Gloria’s theater performance and cheered her on. But once the performance ended, they regretted it.