Donkey Dick Food

Before Grandpa passed, he left behind two things: a billion-dollar fortune and three matches. He said, "Each of you gets to pick one. Renee, you're the oldest, so you go first." I did not hesitate for even a second and chose the fortune. That left my adopted sister, Vera Gallagher, with nothing but three matches. What none of us could have known was that those three matches were no ordinary matches. Each one, when lit, could make any wish come true. Vera resented our parents for favoring me, so she immediately cursed them a terrible death. Sure enough, Dad suddenly suffered a heart attack and died on the spot, and Mom was hit by a speeding semi-truck on her way to the hospital. I grabbed a kitchen knife and went straight to Vera to settle the score. I growled, "Didn't I tell you that once you turned 18, I would split Grandpa's inheritance with you? Our parents opened their home to you and gave you everything I had growing up. All these years, you ate the same food and wore the same clothes as I did. How could you betray them?!" Vera's face was filled with greed. "Since they chose to adopt me, they should have thrown you away and given me all the good things instead! I don't want your handouts. Once you're all dead, the money will be mine anyway!" With that, Vera sneered and lit the second match. "I wish Renee would be trafficked to some remote backwoods town, forced to carry and deliver eight babies at once, and die from complications!" I was horrified. I emptied my savings and hired over 1000 bodyguards to protect me day and night, making sure there was not a single weak spot. However, one night, every single bodyguard suddenly passed out at the same time, and I was kidnapped and sold deep into the mountains. I was tortured, abused, and forced to endure things no person should ever have to survive. I did not know how much time had passed before I finally swallowed my last breath in agony and humiliation. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn on the very day the inheritance was divided.

To afford train tickets home for New Year's Eve, I searched for a part-time job and stumbled into a livestream that was practically throwing money at the chat. A young woman in a silk robe rested her chin on her hand. Behind her, a villa glowed under expensive lighting that reflected off polished marble floors. "Being kept in here is suffocating," she said in a voice that mixed boredom with sweetness. "My sponsor gives me more money than I can spend. Help me out. Take some off my hands." Cash drops flashed across the screen one after another. I tapped as fast as I could, my heart hammering. A few large ones landed in my account. I was close. One more would cover both my ticket and my boyfriend's. The streamer leaned closer to the camera. "He keeps saying my tear mole looks like his girlfriend's," she said, her mouth twisting with disgust. "So unlucky. Of all things, I had to match with some broke girl." My finger slipped. I had a tear mole under my eye in the same spot. The live chat flooded with questions. [How is the sponsor's girlfriend broke?] The streamer gave a short snort and reapplied her lipstick, as if correcting a minor flaw. "He's just messing around. He tricked her into 200,000 dollars in debt. She's so stupid she works multiple jobs to help him pay it off." A chill settled in my chest. My boyfriend also owed 200,000 dollars. She continued, her tone light, "The funniest part? He slept with me for three days. When he left, I asked if he was giving her a taste of honey." She smiled cruelly. "He said all he has to do is claim he's going to work a construction site hauling rebar. The idiot will feel guilty and deliver food all night. So he won't need to please her." Another large cash drop flashed across the screen. The total reached the exact amount I needed. My phone rang. Benjamin's name lit up the display. When I answered, his voice sounded worn down, as if it had scraped against concrete. "Via, we still don't have enough for the tickets," he said. "I hauled rebar and made a little over 40 dollars. I'm heading home now."

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life. And in the end, I chose to forgive him. Several months later, he crashed into a guardrail while answering a phone call, causing me to miscarry. The injury left me unable to conceive for life. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his voice choked with remorse. "Darling, I don't deserve you. I'm so sorry… We don't need children. We have each other, isn't that enough?" One day, I went to bring him lunch, only to find him in the next hospital room, cradling and feeding the woman he swore he'd never see again. "She's too weak to eat by herself," he said. "She has early-stage stomach cancer. There's no one else to take care of her… she's all alone." I chose to believe him. Again. Until one day, a pair of twins appeared in our home. Sophie Dixon knelt before me, wearing the postpartum gown he had once lovingly picked out for me, clutching my hand with tears streaming down her face. "It's all my fault. Please don't blame Jaxon. If you say the word, I'll leave with the children immediately." Jaxon grabbed my other hand, desperation thick in his voice. "Lauren, you've always been the kindest person I know. The children are still so young. How could Sophie possibly raise them alone? You wouldn't be that cruel… would you?" I looked down at the hands gripping mine from both sides, and suddenly, I laughed. "Jaxon, let's get a divorce. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."

Good afternoon tuloy po kay- natutup ni Yumi ang bibig ng makita ang apat na lalakeng pumasok sa flower shop nya. kahit ang apat na lalake ay gulat na gulat ang mga ito. Y-yumi? sambit ng lalake na iniwan nya 7 years ago. Ang liit ang mundo ano?di mo akalain na dito pala natin sya makita.saad ng kasama ng lalakeng pilit kung kinalimutan. A'ah bibili po ba kayo ng bulaklak?wait lang po tawagin ko lang ang assistant ko. parang gusto kunang mag palamon ng lupa at ngayon mismo. aaslis sana ako...Oo bibili kami sagot ng lalakeng masama ang tingin nito sa kanya at nakatiim bagang pa. Okay maupo muna kayo dyan para hintayin ang oorderin nyo. tatalikod na sana ako pero bigla itong nag salita. bakit mo ako iniwan? tanong nito na kulang nalang ay kainin ako nito ng buhay. ah sir hindi kupo ang alam ang sinasasabi mo cge po tawagin ko lan-mommy mommy sabay sabay ng dalawang bata na kakapasok lang. nanghihina ang tuhod ko bahang nakatingin sa dalawang bata sa harapan ko. mommy mommy pukaw nito sakin..tiningnan ko ang hitsura ng kaharap kung lalake.ay maskin sya ay nanlalake ang mga mata.habang nakatingin sa dalawang bata mom I'm hungry na po saad ng anak kung babae. me too mom i'm hungry too. A-ah okay cge mga anak pumasok muna kayo sa loob mag hahanda ako ng food nyo. okay mom sabay sabay nitong sagot. ma'am may order ba? sulpot ng assistant ko. para naman akung nakahinga ng dumating ito. ah Oo mae pasuyo naman sa order nilang bulaklak ha! tatalikod nako ng nag tanong ito.Anak mo sila? hindi nako lumingon pa dito. Oo lang sagot ko at umalis nako dahil parang matutumba nako sa lambot ng binti ko. wrong timing talaga!

Si Dianne Abrenica, isang dalagang probinsyana na walang karanasan sa pag-ibig, ay pumasok sa isang nakakabagbag-damdaming desisyon—ang maging surrogate mother ng pinakamayamang pamilya sa Davao, ang mga Manalo. Isang birhen at NBSB (No Boyfriend Since Birth), handa siyang isakripisyo ang lahat para sa kanyang kapatid na nangangailangan ng kidney transplant. Ang kontratang ito ang nagdala sa kanya sa isang mundo ng yaman at kapangyarihan, ngunit kasama rin nito ang masalimuot na emosyon at mga hamong hindi niya inaasahang mararanasan. Sa kabilang panig, si Drake Manalo, ang CEO ng Manalo Canning Food Industry, ay isang lalaking puno ng kahanga-hangang katangian—gwapo, matipuno, mayaman, at mapagmahal sa kanyang asawa. Nang pumasok si Dianne sa kanilang buhay, tila lahat ay naging maayos, hanggang sa isang trahedya ang biglang yumanig sa kanilang mundo. Ang biglaang pagkamatay ni Tiffany sa isang car accident ay nagdulot ng matinding sugat kay Drake. Sa panahong nagdadalamhati si Drake, andiyan si Dianne na naging sandigan at karamay nito. Dito, natutong magmahal si Dianne—hindi lamang sa sanggol na kanyang dinadala kundi pati na rin kay Drake, isang lalaking naging bahagi ng kanyang mga pangarap. Habang papalapit ang araw ng pagsilang, nahaharap si Dianne sa isang mahirap na desisyon. Ang kanilang kontrata ay malinaw—wala siyang karapatang kumonekta sa bata pagkatapos ng kanyang pagsilang. Ngunit paano niya maiiwan ang anak na kanyang minahal at itinuring na bahagi ng kanyang pagkatao? Paano niya haharapin ang mga damdaming namuo para kay Drake, isang lalaking bihag pa rin ng alaala ng kanyang yumaong asawa? Si Drake, isang lalaking unti-unting natutong muling buksan ang kanyang puso, at si Dianne, isang babaeng handang ipaglaban ang kanyang nararamdaman, ay sabay na naghahanap ng sagot sa tanong: Makakaya ba nilang buuin ang bagong buhay na nilikha ng sakripisyo, pagmamahal, at pag-asa?

On the day my love fades away for good, I've finally learned something about my mate, Ethan Langley. He's not hopeless when it comes to directions—he just can't remember which path it is that leads to me. Ethan is the Alpha of the pack, whereas I'm his mate. We've been mates for ten years. But whenever I need him, he always gets lost. On the day of our marking ceremony, Ethan got lost in the pack territory. Because of that, the ceremony was delayed for another three days. Every year on the marking anniversary, Ethan would always get lost. The food in the evening banquet I always prepared would always go stone cold. When I was eight months pregnant with my pup, I sent an SOS message to him through the mind-link after I suffered from a bad fall. While Ethan screamed at me that he'd be there through the mind-link, he was physically lost in the pack territory for five hours. By the time our packmates came to my rescue, my pup was already dead. As I lay on the stone bed in the healing center, my packmates came over to comfort me. "Ethan can't navigate at all to save his life. He didn't do this on purpose. Don't get mad at him, okay? You two will still have pups in the future." I could only nod in a daze. But on the day we were supposed to attend our pup's funeral, I realized that Ethan was familiar with the road when he was behind the wheel in the SUV. He even took a detour just to drop by the residence of Lyria Jeffries, a female Beta. "Elena, there's still some time before the funeral starts. I'm going to send Lyria home first so that she can visit her family." Before I could object, the car had already stopped right outside Lyria's residence. Lyria got into the front passenger seat as though it was the most natural thing to do in the world. She wore a bright smile as she said, "Look at how well I've groomed you, Ethan! If you ever forget the way to my place, I'll make sure to skin you alive!" Only then did Lyria notice me, who sat in the backseat. She pretended to be bashful as she stuck out her tongue. "I was just kidding, Elena." I endured Lyria's "harmless" quips with a stony expression. But right after Ethan dropped Lyria off, he forgot the way to the funeral immediately. Because of that, the funeral was delayed by half an hour. As I held my pup's tiny urn, I felt my heart sinking into the pits of my stomach. It turns out that there exists someone who can be exempted from Ethan's hopeless sense of direction. It's just that… my pup and I are never the exception.