Chat Noir X Ladybug

Just after stepping out of the shower, I received a private message from my so-called uncle, Hank Shephard—a distant relative I barely ever spoke to. "Francis, that new car you posted looks impressive. Perfect for William's wedding!" I hadn't even figured out how to reply to that out-of-nowhere comment when another message popped up. "Your cousin William is getting married next month. Just treat your car as his wedding gift." The entitlement in his tone made my head hurt. I didn't bother arguing and closed the chat window. Apparently, he did not think there was anything wrong with what he had said. Messages kept coming. "Don't worry, your uncle won't let you suffer a loss. "When it's your turn to get married, I'll have William drive that car as your lead wedding car. It'll make you look good." I stared at the screen in silence. That was the moment I realized—Some people don't just feel entitled to your belongings. They believe your life exists to serve theirs.

Mariés depuis quatre ans, Louis, qui ne poste jamais rien sur Instagram, a soudain publié une story ce matin : « Une petite chatte trop gourmande. » La photo montrait une fille avec un serre-tête rose aux oreilles de chat, le visage rougi par le piquant de la fondue, tirant la langue. C'était Yukki, la nouvelle streameuse de son entreprise. En moins d'une minute, un des nos amis communs a commenté : « Mec, t'as oublié de changer de compte ! » Alors, cette publication a disparu comme par magie, mais on l'a vite retrouvée sur la page Instagram de Yukki. Peu après, l'appel de Louis est arrivé. Avant, j'aurais déjà pris une capture d'écran, et appelé direct pour lui demander des explications — et bien sûr, fini en dispute impossible à calmer. Mais cette fois, je suis restée là , à attendre que l'appel coupe de lui-même.

Désespérée de se sortir de toutes les dettes qu'elle a héritées de son père, Anna devient membre ChatGirl d'une plateforme de chat avec des millionnaires prêts à payer pour une bonne conversation. Malgré les conseils de sa meilleure amie de ne tomber amoureuse d'aucun de ses clients, Anna enfreint la règle principale et commence à éprouver des sentiments pour Orion, un homme qui la plonge dans un monde d'exploration où elle découvre sa sensualité. Ce qu'Anna ignore, c'est que derrière l'identité d'Orion se cache son odieux et détestable patron Derek Morgan qui, à son tour, ignore totalement que la jeune femme au corps de déesse qui le rend fou chaque soir n'est autre que sa secrétaire débraillée et insupportable. Que se passera-t-il lorsque ces deux-là dévoileront leur identité ?

Sweet Margaux Villafranco a second-year college student taking a Bachelor of Science in Information Technology meets Jace Gael Quijada a volleyball player and taking a Bachelor of Science in Information Technology course. Nag kakilala sila sa hinding inaasahang okasyon. They started being friend in a chat until Gael courted Sweet and they become a couple. Isang araw nalaman niyang may sakit ang kanyang ama at kailangan nitong magamot sa Maynila. Umalis sila at pansamatalang siyang tumigil sa pag aaral. Sa kanyang pag alis hindi niya inaasahan ang isang pangyayaring sisira sa maganda at masaya niyang buhay. Naging malupit ang tadhana sa kanya hanggang sa may tumulong sa kanya ngunit kapalit nito iwan at kalimutan ang buhay niya sa Villanueva kasama si Gael. Sa paglipas ng apat na taon muli silang nagkita ngunit mag kaiba na ang kanilang mga mundo. Tuluyan na kaya nilang kalimutan ang isa't isa at patuloy na harapin ang kanilang bago at mag kaibang mundo?

Natasha Del Mundo suffered from the most painful heartbreak in college. Kaya naman hirap na siyang magtiwalang muli sa iba. But one day, she got a text message telling, "Can you be my textmate?" Napataas ang kilay niya. Sino pa ba naman ang makikipag-textmate sa panahong iyon, na uso na ang chat? At papaano nakuha ng kung sinong poncio pilatong iyon ang number niya? However, instead of avoiding who he is, she finds herself texting back. But until one day, she met Cedrick Thompson; the most successful billionaire-engineer and a businessman. A man that could easily get what he wants. Pero hindi iyon uobra kay Natasha. Kahit ito pa ang pinakamayamang nilalang sa balat ng lupa, hindi siya papatol sa lalaking nuknukan ng antipatiko. Never! Pero bakit ganoon? Kahit anong iwas niya kay Cedrick, he still got into her nerves. Ang masama pa noon, pareho siyang nahuhulog sa lalaki at sa ka-textmate niya. Sino ngayon ang pipiliin niya?

Hunter Leandro Sandoval Grew up in a society where money, women, s*x, killing, and alcohol are the best medicine for empitiness on the other hand, Frixxie Yliara Castro grew up in a poor environment where you aren't allowed to feel sad nor empty. - Grewing up having everything is a previllege but Hunter was never thankful not until he meet Frixie Yliara Castro, a poor college student who's struggling to make ends meet. After sharing a lustful night together, he offered to pay for her tuition in exchange for living with him. Frixxie, who's desperate to finish college, accepted his offer without thinking twice. Will she regret her choices when she finds out the billionaire's rules and his true identity of being a mafia lord?

On the day of my ninth wedding attempt, my fiancé, Lucas Yearwood, leaves me jilted again. This time, I follow him. I see him holding his adoptive sister's hand as they walk into the obstetrics department. "Lucas, I dreamed that we're having a boy—he's definitely going to be as handsome as you." Watching the two of them laugh and chat like that, I feel my blood freeze. After I chased Lucas for seven years, I got a chance to use a debt of gratitude to force a marriage contract out of him. I backed him into a corner to make him marry me. Everyone thinks I can't survive without him. But this time, I hand the marriage contract back and leave him without looking back. On my wedding day, he calls me. "Viv! Where are you right now?" I'm in the shower. My new husband picks up the call for me. "Do you have business with my wife?" Later, I hear Lucas turned all of Riverville upside down, digging through every trash can to find our marriage contract.

Jessie watched Justice North from the far corner of the room and bit her lip. She really wanted to work up the nerve to approach him. He’d been on the news often but he appeared even taller and better-looking in person. Not too many people intimidated her but the man who had been appointed the leader of the New Species Organization by his own people was one of those rare few. She respected strength and courage, something he seemed to have in abundance. She debated the wisdom of having a conversation with him. Justice gave orders to her bosses and held the power to change some of the task-force policies that she didn’t agree with. The chance of finding another opportunity to have a chat with him was slim to none. She wasn’t allowed to attend briefings her team leader held with the tall Species leader. Her opinion was irrelevant to him but the issues were important. She hesitated, considering the ramifications. Tim Oberto would haul her into his office if he found out she’d gone over his head. He’d be his normal loud self and tear her to verbal shreds.

My roommate was a classic bimbo. When I went to arrange a jogging meetup, she mistyped it as a hookup and sent it straight into the group chat, then burst into tears and claimed she didn't know how to retract the message. When I went to meet my jogging buddy, she told everyone that she ran into my "hookup buddy." At the end, she even covered her mouth and giggled sweetly, saying, "I always mix words up." After a few stunts like that, my reputation was utterly ruined, and the entire class shut me out. Later, she used her "clumsiness" as an excuse to spike my milk with sleeping pills, causing me to miss a major exam. She even dropped toxic bacteria into my water cup and killed me outright. And all of it was over something that stupid: the guy she had a crush on had casually helped me carry my luggage on the first day of school. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very first day of freshman orientation. This time, I am going to let her experience what it felt like to be ruined—and killed—by a so-called idiot.

Le jour de mes seize ans, mes trois frères sont rentrés à la maison avec une fille qui s'appelait Sylviane. Ils m'ont dit que je devais la traiter comme ma famille. Je ne pensais pas que les choses changeraient. Mais quelques années plus tard, tout a changé. Jean, mon plus jeune frère, m'a poussée dans les escaliers pour elle. Adam, l'aîné, qui avait promis de me protéger pour toujours, m'a dit de partir. Je suis donc partie, discrètement. Ils ont cru que je faisais un caprice, alors ils ont emmené Sylviane à l'étranger, sans même prendre la peine de vérifier où je suis allée. Ils ne savaient pas que j'ai signé un contrat qui me liait au plus grand rival de notre famille en devenant leur plus jeune chimiste. Ce contrat, écrit noir sur blanc, stipulait que je ne pourrais plus jamais rentrer chez moi. La nuit où ils ont découvert que j'étais partie pour de bon ? Ils ont craqué, chacun d'entre eux.