Danger Sign Animatic Battle

"What the memory forgets, a heart can remember." Yan ang mga katagang pinaniniwalaan at pinanghahawakan ni Ken lalo na nang malaman niyang ang lahat ng ala-ala ni Ciashet patungkol sa kanya at sa mga taong related sa kanya ay nakalimutan nito. Gusto ni Ken na maalala ni Ciashet ang feelings ng babae para sa kanya pero mayroong puwang sa isip niya na nagsasabing ayaw niya ring makaalala pa ang nobya dahil natatakot siya sa mga posibleng maalala nito. Baka hindi lang pagmamahal ang maalala nito kundi pati na rin ang galit na maging dahilan pa ng pag-iwas at pag-alis ulit ng babae palayo sa kanya. Paano nga ba haharapin ng magkasintahang ito ang mga ala-ala sa nakaraan na nakalimutan ng babae at ala-ala naman sa kasalukuyan na makakalimutan naman ni Ken dahil sa isang aksidente. Posible kayang magtagpo pang muli ang mga ala-ala nila? O tuluyan na lang nilang kakalimutan ang isa't isa?

Solara Hale thought she could handle heartbreak. Being the contract lover of Alpha Lucas Blackwood was never meant to end with real feelings—but she fell for him anyway. And when he shattered her heart, accusing her of being a gold digger, she swore never to look back. Until the masquerade ball. Until the stranger who claimed her like no one ever had. Until she discovered that stranger was Damon Blackwood—Lucas’s dangerous, powerful uncle. Now Solara is caught between two Alphas: one who destroyed her and one who consumes her. Lucas wants her back, obsessed enough to betray his own pack. Damon wants to own her, body and soul, though the ghosts of his past still haunt him. And Nyra Brooks, Lucas’s fated mate, will stop at nothing to ruin her. Torn between loyalty, desire, and survival, Solara must choose: the Alpha who broke her heart, or the one powerful enough to shatter her world. But in Mooncrest, love is war… and only the strongest survive.

I'm a killer who accidentally sleeps with a mafia boss twice. The first time, I walk away without saying anything, leaving behind nothing but a note and a bank card. "Fantastic night. Thanks." The second time, he lands himself at the top of the killer hit list and has a sky-high bounty placed on him. Later, he traps me in his room as I fade in and out of consciousness, drowning in his presence. He holds my hand and aims my gun at himself with a chuckle. "You're shaking so badly. Can you even keep your gun steady?"

Lorsque mon père m'a demandé quel homme je choisirais pour un mariage arrangé, dans cette nouvelle vie, je n'ai pas choisi Léonardo. J'ai opté pour son frère aîné : Ivan Vittorio. Mon père a été étonné de ma réponse. Après tout, tout Chicago savait que Léonardo et moi étions des amis d'enfance et que je l'avais poursuivi pendant dix ans. En tant que fille aînée de la famille Leavitt, mon nom figurait déjà à côté du sien sur la liste des mariages arrangés entre les familles. Tout le monde était persuadé que notre union était écrite dans le destin. J'ai souri tristement en repensant à ma vie précédente : j'avais en effet épousé Léonardo comme je l'avais toujours voulu, mais après notre mariage, il ne m'a jamais touchée. Je pensais qu'il avait une maladie honteuse et j'avais tout fait pour la dissimuler. Jusqu'au jour de notre sixième anniversaire de mariage, où, par hasard, j'ai ouvert le coffre-fort de son bureau et découvert qu'il y avait des photos de lui avec ma sœur adoptive, celle que j'avais fait adopter par mon père. Ils avaient même un enfant illégitime de deux ans. Leur photo de famille ressemblait à celle d'un foyer heureux. Ce jour-là, j'avais compris qu'il n'avait aucune maladie honteuse, mais qu'il ne m'avait jamais considérée comme sa femme. Plus tard, pour se débarrasser de moi, il s'était allié avec ma sœur et m'avait fait tuer. Maintenant que je suis revenue dans cette nouvelle vie, j'ai choisi de les laisser vivre leur bonheur. Mais lorsque je suis entrée dans l'église, vêtue de ma robe de mariée, et que je tenais la main d'Ivan, Léonardo est arrivé en courant, armé d'un pistolet. Il m'a crié comme un fou : « Mélanie ! » Sa voix était rauque, presque déchirée, « Tu oses l'épouser ? »

After Lilura's last mission as assassin she completed her mission to k*ll the notorious Arthuro Maximilliano. She decided to hide herself from anyone. 1 year after, she went into hiding in France for more than a year and gave birth to her a beautiful daughter, and she decided to raise the child on her own. When she recovered after giving birth 2 years later she started her own small company. This is called “L Güzce” that holds the clothing line, and perfume company, she name this after of Lilura's child. This is what Lilura's life was like after her mission for being assassin. She knew that her husband was still looking for her, until she received a letter that she was waiting for her to agree to annul their marriage. —But there was a condition.. Lilura, she need had to return to the Philippines to face their Annulment. But upon returning, many things would happen while Lilura was in the Philippines, and everything she was hiding would come out. How could she hide herself child from her ex-husband how she can deal with the family of her ex husband? Will she be able to hide it until the end or will she just want to let go and give her ex-husband a second chance? Can she love her ex-husband again? Can Mr. Is Maximilliano.. Lilura’s husband who has been hiding from him for a long time or is he still the same as before? Is there nothing he can do? —————————————————————————————— This is the Book 2 from story of LILURA ÁSVALDR | THE ASSASSIN’S COLLABORATION. First you need to read the book 1 bago ang book 2 para mas maintindihan ang flow ng dalawang book. Salamat po!

I was madly in love with James Gates for 10 years. So mad that everyone in the Imperium said that I was addicted to him. How far did it go? I wouldn't allow any woman to get close to him. I wanted to eliminate every woman around him. In the end, James sent me to rehab. While others quit smoking, drinking, or gaming, I was quitting James. But later, I truly moved on from him. Yet, he regretted it and, in the pouring rain, begged me to love him again.

My childhood sweetheart and I are about to exchange rings at our wedding ceremony. Just then, a young woman charges into his arms and says pitifully, "Don't abandon me." My childhood sweetheart brought her home when he was in high school after chancing upon her by the roadside. Everyone knows how doting he is toward her. When she charges into his arms, she "accidentally" shoves me aside. I lose my balance and fall off the stage, knocking my head on the steps. I end up in a coma. When I wake up again, I'm taken back to the day my childhood sweetheart meets the young woman.

I sat at the table, watching the food grow cold, much like my heart. Today was my birthday. It was also Leslie Buck's birthday—Katherine White's childhood sweetheart. I unlocked my phone and opened Leslie's social media page. As expected, a new post awaited me. "Grateful to have you by my side for every birthday. Let's keep our promise to celebrate every one of them together in the future!" The photo showed two hands forming a heart in front of a cake. One of them was Katherine's. I could tell from the bracelet she wore. It was the one I had given her. I gave the post a like, then set my phone aside. Without hesitation, I dumped the dishes Katherine liked into the trash and went out to a restaurant to order the food I liked, celebrating my birthday alone. From now on, I would make sure to enjoy every birthday of mine.

I was the sole front desk clerk at a haunted hotel. Welcoming players, checking in on the bosses’ quarters, and slacking off a bit were all part of the job. At least, that was what I thought. It turned out my days were far from ordinary. A blood-drenched little girl in a tattered red dress kept ringing the service bell. Her eerie voice echoed, “Miss, why didn’t you come play with me?” A creepy black cat with glowing eyes wouldn’t stop meowing and rubbing against my legs. And then there was the old woman with claws like knives, cheerfully knitting me a sweater… out of players’ skin. One day, I took a day off to care for my sick mother. That was my biggest mistake. The entire game instance erupted in chaos. Bosses interrogated players, demanding to know where their precious front desk clerk had gone. “Did she abandon us? Is she never coming back?” I ran. They chased. But no matter how fast I fled, their grip on me only tightened. In the end, escape wasn’t an option.

When my son was born, I noticed a small, round birthmark on his arm. But the weird thing? By the time I opened my eyes again after giving birth, it was gone. I figured maybe I'd imagined it. That is, until the baby shower. My brother-in-law's son, born the same day as mine, had the exact same birthmark. Clear as day. That's when it hit me. I didn't say a word, though. Not then. I waited. Eighteen years later, at my son's college acceptance party, my brother-in-law stood up and dropped the truth bomb: the "amazing" kid I'd raised was theirs. I just smiled and invited him and his wife to take their "rightful" seats at the table.