Eat Healthy Quotes

Seraphine Hale, a genius musician, announces her return to the country. When a reporter asks whether she's back for her first love, she smiles icily. "Are you talking about that trash? It wouldn't be any of my business even if he were to drop dead tomorrow." What she doesn't know is that I've already been dead for close to a decade.

I discovered my Alpha mate Ethan's secret. The ring he gave me on our wedding day was actually used to track and monitor me. But I didn't cry. I pretended my eyes hadn't healed, and witnessed firsthand how Ethan and his mistress clung to each other, entangled in affection. Ethan's voice was low and husky: "Let's be quick. Selene usually wakes up after an hour of rest." The mistress covered her mouth and giggled softly: "She's just a blind wolf. What does it matter if she wakes up? As long as we don't make any noise." Hearing this, Ethan glared at her in warning. "Even though Selene has lost her sight, she's still the person I love most, and she's my bottom line. If you disrespect Selene again, whatever is between us ends right here." But what he didn't know was that my blindness had been cured. I could see everything clearly now. After getting out of bed, I wiped away my tears and made a phone call. "Tell the Alpha of the Shadow Pack that I'm willing to become their Chief Healer."

When Theo lost his mate and their son in a terrible car accident, his world came crashing down. The things that he used to enjoy doing with his family became only terrible reminders of what he has lost. He couldn't even sit in the pack house and eat with the other pack members, because it would remind Theo of the glorious times when his mate and son were there with him. When he couldn't handle the pain any longer, a glimmer of hope for a possible solution arises. Alpha Wyatt needs someone to work at another university outside the pack to help be the eyes and ears for the pack within the human world. Theo doesn't think twice and jumps at the opportunity, but will he be able to get the new life that he so desperately wants. Can he handle living outside the pack for the first time in his whole life? Only time will tell.... ** This is a companion story with "The Male Omega's Awaking". **

Sienna’s father, who is a corrupt politician, is indebted to Enzo’s organization and has been using Sienna as leverage to keep himself safe. Enzo decides to take Sienna under his protection, but Sienna, feeling both fear and gratitude, struggles with her new reality. Meanwhile, Enzo’s second-in-command, Marco, becomes suspicious of Sienna’s presence. The other members of the organization are wary of her, unsure if she’s an asset or a liability. Enzo himself struggles to understand why he feels protective over Sienna, a girl he should view as a burden. This feelings conflict with his usual ruthlessness. As Enzo struggles with his feelings, a rival mafia family, the Torres Clan, begins to circle, sensing weakness in Enzo’s growing attachment to Sienna. Sienna’s intelligence begins to shine through. She uncovers secrets about her father’s dealings and realizes that he was planning to sell her to the Torres Clan to wipe his debt clean. Romantic tension builds between Enzo and Sienna. He tries to keep his distance, but her fire captivates him.

On my birthday, Connor Simpson's first love jumped off a building due to depression. She died on the spot. Connor blamed everything on me. I never celebrated my birthday again after she died. After the murderer electrocuted me for more than ten hours, they forced me to call Connor. "Connor, it's my 25th birthday today. Can you come over and spend time with me?" However, Connor did not notice anything unusual. His voice was laced with venomous iciness. "Clarisse Winter, Audrey wouldn't have died if it weren't for you. How dare you ask me to celebrate your birthday? If only you were the one who died." I heard him coaxing a woman on the other end just before he hung up on me. That low and gentle tone was what I loved to hear the most in the past. That night, the murderer cut my body into countless pieces, packed them in bags, and threw them in front of the police station. Connor was summoned back overnight. He spent two days and two nights piecing together the body parts, but he did not realize that the dead person was the wife that he hated the most.

The day my biological family comes to take me home, a car accident occurs. My parents and the fake son who had been living my life all die, but my sister, Kayla Bennett, survives. She despises me completely after that and blames the company's bankruptcy on me too. Desperate to make amends, I work over ten jobs a day, giving her every cent I earn so she can buy back the villa that has all our family memories. The day I finally save enough money, I discover my supposedly dead parents inside that same villa, celebrating Dylan Bennett's birthday. My usually cold sister is laughing warmly with them. As they bring out the cake, Mom mentions me. "Today's Nathan's birthday too. We've been punishing him for eight years now. Maybe we should bring him home?" Kayla cuts her off immediately. "We agreed on ten years to make sure he never suggests sending Dylan away again. Not one year less!" I clutch my medical report and laugh through my tears. But Kayla, I'm dying.

“If you want to eat me, then please do it quickly.” My heart thudded really swift and heavy, the sound reached my eardrums. The moment that little girl, my mate, showed me her neck for me to "eat her", I found myself getting out of control, especially Cadis who resided within me. Subconsciously, I closed my mouth to her neck as I couldn't help smelling her neck. The fragrant scent of her reached into my heart. My urge to eat her became stronger. But not literally. I wanted to eat her right on the bed and made love with her right this instant. I knew that Cadis felt the same way. “Hurry, and put your mark on her. Make sure she becomes yours right this instant!” Cadis roared, which was to my expectation as well. I opened my mouth, ready to make her mine...

Naratria Abiyaksa-Si tomboy yang mempunyai julukan preman pasar- saking gaharnya-baru saja memergoki pacarnya berselingkuh dengan Karina Winardi-calon kakak iparnya sendiri. Ternyata kata-kata Altan-sahabat oroknya telah terbukti, "Laki-laki ganteng itu kalo nggak gay ya, brengsek.Termasuk gue!" Itu adalah quotes favoritnya yang 100% benar! Sementara itu, Adzan Akbar Dewangga yang pernah kecewa akibat dikhianati kekasihnya, beranggapan bahwa wanita itu adalah makhluk yang egois dan manipulatif. Mengapa? Karena walaupun mereka salah, mereka akan tetap menyalahkan dunia. Saking muaknya berurusan dengan wanita, julukan gay pun kerap ditujukan padanya. "Gue heran ngeliat penampakan lo. Dibilang gembel ... ya, lo anak orang kaya. Tapi ngeliat celana bolong-bolong dan jaket penuh paku lo, kayak-kayaknya lo nggak pantes jadi anaknya Om Aksa dan Tante Lia. Lo ini lebih mirip landak dari pada manusia." -Adzan Akbar Dewangga "Gue malah lebih heran ngeliat lo. Ganteng-ganteng doyan batangan. Nggak sayang tuh, sama perabotan kalo terus dipake laga pedang?" - Naratria Abiyaksa

My stepsister falsely accuses me of causing her allergies to act up. My three brothers stuff me into the cramped cellar and chain the door shut. I pound on the door and beg them to let me out. My eldest brother, an outstanding businessman, snaps, "It's bad enough that you keep bullying Lori. How could you make her eat seafood when you know she's allergic to it? Isn't that just murder? Stay in there and reflect on your mistakes!" My second brother, an award-winning singer, and my third brother, a genius painter, scoff contemptuously. "It's unbelievable that someone as evil as you is making excuses to garner pity. You can stay in there and repent for your sins!" After that, they take our shuddering stepsister to the hospital. The oxygen in the cellar soon runs out, and it gets difficult to breathe. Ultimately, I die in there. My brothers only remember me three days later when they bring our stepsister back from the hospital. Unbeknownst to them, I've already died of asphyxiation.

I'm reincarnated a week before the college entrance exam. Despite being the soon-to-be top scorer, I stab my eye with a syringe. In my past life, Marianne Quentin, my boyfriend Lance Russell's childhood friend, reported me for cheating off her during the final mock exam. The teacher compared our papers and found that my essay was identical to hers. He harshly criticized me and warned me not to repeat my mistake. However, Marianne reported me for copying her answers again during the math exam. Once again, my answers were found to be identical to hers. The teacher scolded me for being incorrigible and sent me home to reflect on my actions. I couldn't understand what had happened. Clearly, I'd never cheated, but my answers were nearly identical to Marianne's, whether in writing and language or in math. As the SAT exam loomed over me, I could only suppress my doubts as I stepped into the exam hall. I finished the writing paper and thought I was safe. However, Marianne stepped out and accused me of cheating again. I tried to defend myself, yet the answers on my paper were identical to hers. In the end, I was disqualified, kicked out of the exam hall, and banned from taking any exams in the next two years—just because I "cheated". I succumbed to despair and leaped from the rooftop. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to one week before the SAT.