Chris Sturniolo Middle Name

I was reborn. Right back to the day I adopted Peter. The wind cut sharp, baby cries slicing through the cold. That's when it hit me—this was the day Stuart Pete, my oh-so-loving husband, dumped his illegitimate child right in my path after work. He knew me too well. The second I picked the kid up, he'd spin it into an adoption, making the boy ours. Last time, I fell for it. This time? I walked away without a second thought. Later, I heard the kid got pneumonia from being left out in the freezing cold—fever so bad, it wrecked him for life. I laughed until my stomach hurt. What I didn't see coming? Peter was reborn too—about to experience the life he was meant to have.

“I want her. As my tribute this year” Alpha Dominik declared loudly, stunning me and the whole crowd. My life had taken a shitty turn at 18, when I had failed to transform. My father, the man who was supposed to protect and love me, had cast me away to live the miserable life of an omega. Hope came however, when the new Alpha of the clan had decided to give us omegas a second chance to rewrite our destinies by getting a second chance at getting their wolf awakening. Like I wanted, the ritual worked and my wolf was awakened. But why does my wolf start to pine for Alpha Dominik, the Devil Alpha that had everyone shaking in their fur just at the mention of his name? Even worse was his despise for me, a weak omega whom he didn’t deem fit to be his mate. Now I’m stuck in between the Alpha who wanted me and the Devil Alpha who could not accept the mate bond by the moon goddess. Would the Devil Alpha accept this mate bond by the moon goddess? Or leave me be.

A night of being drunk had gotten her entangled with the most desired bachelor. The handsome sexy Chris Evans. Ivy had only planned to have fun but After that night, she had become his. Chris Evans had come knocking on her door, claiming she belongs to him. She couldn't believe she had been drawn into the world of the elite in the country. Chris was born with a silver spoon but at 27, he had upgraded to a shiny golden spoon. He was a big name in the world of the rich. The world of the highest and richest. On that list, he was number one. No one comes close to him. Chris had lost his control for the first time in his life and that was because of a drunk girl in a red gown. That had never happened which means, she belonged to him and no one else. He had to have her at all costs and that meant, taking her... What would happen when she jumps into a relationship faster than she had planned and the attraction keeps getting stronger? How would they control the urge?

Abie is a girl who loves dreaming. She always thought of dreams that are possible to happen through dreams. She never lose hope. Until one day, an occasion happened, that made her regret about the decision she made. Lahat ng pangarap niya ay naglahong tila bula. And the reason behind that incident, is Carlo, the guy she just don't hate, but will fall her feelings at the end. She can't deny the fact, that, the more she hates seeing Carlo, is the same thing she feels for him. Maiiwasan niya ba, o tuluyang mahuhulog sa lalaking wala namang ginawa kun'di ang tulungan siya?

Kisah mengenai seorang author bernama Van yang sangat terkenal dengan berbagai karyanya yang sangat menakjubkan. Sayangnya, dirinya mati tanpa sebab sebelum bisa menyelesaikan ending dari sebuah novel yang sedang dia kerjakan. Saat membuka matanya, Van bertemu dengan seorang [Dewa] yang mereinkarnasikannya ke dalam novel ciptaannya yang belum selesai dan memintanya untuk menciptakan ending dari novel tersebut melalui kerja kerasnya sendiri. Van menyadari betapa tidak beruntungnya dirinya karena terlahir sebagai Villain utama dari novel tersebut. Menyadari nasibnya yang penuh bahaya, Van berusaha keras untuk menjadi lebih kuat dengan pengetahuan miliknya sebagai author dari novel tersebut demi menciptakan ending miliknya sendiri di jalan yang penuh rintangan, bahaya, ancaman, dan kematian. IG : @author.no_name

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

By year's end, I'd closed a huge deal and snagged a $2.5 million bonus. The company even sent me on early maternity leave—nice perk for being eight months pregnant. Pauline found me lounging on the couch. "Why aren't you at work?" I cracked a joke. "Got fired. Guess I'll be stuck here playing housewife." Her response? A slap across my back. "Then get off and do the laundry! You're having a girl, not a son, and you think you can sit around like some princess?" My husband, Logan, walked in right then. He just pulled her into the nursery. Feeling hurt, I switched on the hidden cameras I'd secretly installed. I thought maybe he'd defend me. Yeah, no. What I uncovered? It was so much worse. Twisted secret after twisted secret.

I was diagnosed with cancer. After much deliberation, I called my husband. He fell silent for a long while. “Most of our mortgage is unpaid, and our children need money for school. You should go for conservative treatment.” I called my mother while weeping. “You’re so troublesome. None of my friends or family have cancer!” I stopped crying and started living for myself. God favored me and let me see reality early in my life. He even gave me a chance to start over.

At sixty-five, I got served divorce papers. The same day, my husband Sebastian — decked out in his wedding suit, of all things — popped a handful of sleeping pills in a suicide attempt. For years, we were the perfect couple. The kind of pair neighbors whispered about with envy. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The divorce. The pills. None of it made sense. Not until I found the photo and letter in his pocket.

Anais sangat mencintai Garvi dan mendedikasikan hidupnya selama 3 tahun pernikahan. Namun, yang dia dapatkan hanyalah hinaan dan pengkhianatan. Keluarga Garvi memperlakukan Anais dengan buruk setelah kehilangan buah hatinya. Dengan penuh keberanian, Anais menceraikan Garvi dan memulai hidup baru. ================= Ramaikan author di IG @ersa_lee Mamaci