Degrassi: The Next Generation Time Stands Still

Cold and proud to all, Beamon Slade, Northarch's strongest Alpha, reserves his gentleness solely for me. Everyone knows that I'm his Luna. But today, his first love is infected with deadly wolfsbane and on the brink of death. He hands me a herbal pill that can seal memories and temporarily remove the mate mark. "Eiro won't last another three days, Swan. "Could you give me three days to fulfill her dream of becoming a Luna through a symbolic marking ceremony? I won't hurt you. This pill temporarily severs the bond and makes you forget me. "When the ceremony ends three days later, take the antidote and you'll remember everything. We'll get back together." Looking at his calm, gentle expression, I silently swallow the pill without hesitation. He has no idea, but I crafted the pill with my own hands. There's no such thing as an antidote. Three days from now, I'll completely forget him. All our embraces, vows, marks, and his past gentleness will vanish with the wind.

My three older brothers, Marcus, Jeremy, and Andrew Graham love me to the moon and back. Marcus clumsily practices peeling apples for me when I lie on a hospital bed. Jeremy blushes as he buys sanitary pads and prepares a warm drink for me when I have my period. Andrew spends all his pay to buy me new clothes and even declares, "Whoever bullies you will pay the price." He isn't shy to express his brotherly love for me. I once believed that my life would stay happy like this forever. However, my adopted sister, Mackenzie Falk, accuses me of swapping the graduation thesis she has been working on for three years. I suffer a heart attack on the spot.

A little over a month pregnant, I was happily looking forward to my wedding—until my fiance teamed up with my parents and brothers to put me on trial at the Court of Justice. They fabricated charge after charge, hoping to have me executed in the name of the law. If the judge found me guilty, I would be sentenced to death on the spot. Once I was dead, my corneas would be transplanted into my adopted sister, and everything I owned—my assets and insurance—would be claimed by them. Faced with my fiance’s betrayal and my family’s treachery, I fought back. I demanded the judge use the latest medical technology to extract my memories and project them on the big screen, letting the judge and hundreds of public jurors decide my fate. Just as everyone was smugly certain of their victory, the truth revealed by my memories moved the entire courtroom to tears.

After I became pregnant, my figure changed, and my face grew puffy. My fiancé began to treat me with a subtle, almost imperceptible sense of disdain. When the baby was five months along, it happened to be Valentine's Day. That day, he finally agreed to take our wedding photos, something I'd been hoping for. But just as we arrived at the bridal studio, his phone rang. "Mike, I just got back to the country. My friends are hosting a gathering, and everyone's bringing their boyfriends. Could you come and pretend to be mine?" It was a few short sentences, yet it completely altered the expression on his face. He turned abruptly, stepping out of the studio with a look of urgency. "Lucy's back. I have to go see her," he said. Hearing those words, a fire of rage ignited inside me, one I couldn't suppress. "For her? You're going to leave me here alone?" I demanded. "Do you even know how long I've been looking forward to today? It's Valentine's Day, and instead of staying with me, you're going to be with her?" His impatience flared visibly as I stood my ground. Without a word, his hand pushed me aside, and he strode out of the shop. "We can take wedding photos any day. I'm the only one Lucy has in this country. I have to go see her," he said. Then, gripping my wrist with alarming force, he shoved me, sending me sprawling to the floor. Without a backward glance, he got into his car and drove off. I felt a sudden, wet heat flowing from my lower abdomen. Pain surged through my stomach, sharp and unbearable, as my consciousness started to fade. A wave of despair and terror consumed me. Someone. Anyone. Please save my baby.

ยามรักน้ำต้มผักก็ยังหวาน พอผ่านไปไม่ถึงปีไอ้คนดีมันกับออกฤทธิ์แล้ว นิสัยธรรมดาโลกอาจไม่จำคู่เวรคู่กรรมอย่างฉันกับมันถึงต้องสู้กันเอง "บอกให้กลับบ้านกลับช่องไม่ใช่ไปซ่องหาสาว!" "เธอบอกไม่เคลียร์เองอย่าโทษกัน" ทุกวันมันก็เป็นแบบนี้น่าเบื่อหน่ายหยุดก็แพ้ตามก็เหนื่อย ไม่มีอะไรพอดีกับชีวิตฉันสักนิด โลกนี้ช่างไม่ยุติธรรมเอาเสียเลย อย่าให้ฉันใช้ไม้ตายสุดท้ายนะไอ้ผัวเฮงซวย รับรองถ้ายังไม่กลับก็... "จะให้บอกลูกว่าไง พ่อกำลังจะหาแม่ใหม่ให้งั้นเหรอ?"

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.

Avery hired a gardener after his mother passed. He was left to maintain the huge garden that his mother has worked on for years after she passed. Little did he know, his gardener changes his life in ways he never expected.

Even after a full decade of marriage, my husband Rudolf and I were as deeply in love as the day we wed—an enviable couple in the eyes of all. On the day of our anniversary, I saw him lifting a little boy into his arms right outside the entrance of our neighborhood. "Daddy! Can you take me to the amusement park this time?" The boy's words were enough to stop me dead in my tracks. I instinctively hid around a corner. "Of course! I'll even take you on a trip." Rudolf smiled warmly and kissed the boy on the forehead. In that instant, something seemed to have been set off in my head, as if years of trust had been shattered at that one moment. Daddy? Upon closer examination, I realized that the boy's features were remarkably similar to Rudolf's. No one could deny they were blood-related. "Your dad's busy with work, sweetheart. Don't cling to him too much," said a beautiful woman standing next to the boy. The cruel moment before me made it clear. The man who swore he would love me forever had been cheating all along.

“อันที่จริงผมก็ไม่ใช่คนชอบแอบทำอะไรแบบนี้ แต่เพราะเป็นคุณ ผมยอม..”

Dahil ayaw maghirap ng Mama ni Noella ay kumapit ito sa patalim at siya ang ginamit nito upang hindi mawala ang kayamanang mas pinapahalagahan kaysa sa sariling anak. Ibenenta si Noella ng ina sa isang ilegal at malaking organisasyon na tinatawag na Slave Market, na ibinebenta ang mga babaeng kagaya niya sa mga hindi lang basta mayayaman kundi bilyonaryo na tumatangkilik sa organisasyon na iyon. Hindi alam ni Noella ang kahaharapin lalo pa at wala siyang alam sa kalakaran ng organisasyon na iyon subalit alam niyang may hindi mangyayari sa kaniya lalo pa ang bumili sa kaniya ay isang lalake na sa paningin niya malupit at hindi makakawala rito ng buhay. Si Diego Alejandro Betancourt na kasapi rin sa Mafia organization na humahawak sa slave market na kumuha kay Noella at pinili lang siya ng binata upang maging taga-init ng kama nito at gawin ang nais nito sa kaniya hangga't hindi siya nito pinagsasawaan. Ngunit nalaman ni Noella na hindi rin siya basta pakakawalan ni Diego sa oras na pagsawaan siya nito dahil para kay Diego lahat ng mga pinagsasawaan nitong pag-aari ay hindi na muling mapapakinabangan pa ng iba. Ano kaya ang mangyayari kay Noella sa oras na magsawa sa kaniya si Diego? Paano kapag nalaman niyang may mas malalim pang dahilan si Diego kung bakit ayaw siya nitong pakawalan basta at ang dahilan niyon ay kapalit ng buhay niya? Slave Market Series 1