Final Fantasy 12 Airship

Eu carreguei o filhote do meu companheiro destinado. O filhote do Alfa Seth. Mas por doze anos, ele se recusou a me aceitar. Eu era seu segredo. Sua curandeira pessoal. Nada mais. Ele nunca sequer permitiu que nosso filho, Leo, o chamasse de "pai". Tudo porque ele odiava que o destino tivesse escolhido uma companheira "impura" como eu. Ele alegou que eu o drogara, que eu o prendi com uma criança. Ele faltou ao Primeiro Uivo de nosso filho por causa de outra mulher. Uma Beta poderosa chamada Sarah. Aquilo foi a gota d'água. Eu o rejeitei. Peguei nosso filho e fugi. Dizem que o orgulhoso Alfa enlouqueceu. Que a dor da rejeição o destruiu, e que ele nos caçou como um louco. Mas não há volta. Não há perdão.

A forced excursion to the bottom of the world could only end in one way. Disaster For Fantasy Oliovenko, a young and beautiful State Department Agent, life was swiftly becoming one emerging horror stacked upon another and yet to her own horror the last of her spiritual tests in an uncertain future was becoming more of a possessing passion than it was a pain to bare. He'd come from the forest to save her. He meant to mate her – own her – utterly possess her. Sometimes the hardest part of giving into the path that God has for one makes no sense at the moment of its emerging inception. For Fantasy the struggle to believe is as hard as her inability to surrender and yet life while it remains gives ample time for both. Time is ticking though, and the rapacious bite of monsters that take no prisoners are ever eager to take advantage of a fool's demise.

I carried my fated mate’s pup. Alpha Seth’s pup. But for twelve years, he refused to claim me. I was his secret. His personal healer. Nothing more. He never even let our son, Leo, call him “Dad.” All because he hated that fate chose an “impure” mate like me. He claimed I drugged him, that I trapped him with a child. He ditched our son's First Howl for another woman. A powerful Beta named Sarah. That was the last straw. I rejected him. I took our son and ran. They say the proud Alpha lost his mind. That the pain of rejection tore him apart, and he hunted us like a madman. But there’s no going back. There is no forgiveness.

Welcome to the world of erotic tales of the mundane, magic and seduction, in a world of pleasures, tales of love and passion, the adventures of city couples and the intrigues of high society and its citizens of the city of Lovecraft. This is a story of tales of seduction, pleasure and debauchery, as well as a world of erotic tales. Being known beyond the city of the mafia, the mecca of crime and the mafia, the den of pleasures, see this during the travels, the stories and the coexistence of the people, who visit the various dens of pleasure in this city. Although for many years, there have been countless gang wars and conspiracies, murders, tales of love, pleasure and passion, in which the numerous mafia clans have engaged in struggles for territory, the lords of crime in their games of passion. The rich socialites in their games of pleasure and in the midst of power struggles, it was when the whole city became involved in schemes of conspiracy and manipulation, in the midst of their parties of pleasure and passion, that you can embark on this world of fantasy and seduction, in which you will see this dark world through the authorities who were bought and manipulated, when crime grew and the city developed, the life of passion, in the midst of tales of suspense. In the midst of tales of pleasure, passion, when there was a series of murders, mafia families, intrigues, stories of love and seduction

Ashley is back into his hometown to settle down for good only to have the misfortune of living with this obnoxiously handsome CEO of Potent Club Brewery, Trent Xavier Easton who also happened to have a secret identity of his own.Read as feelings bloom and emotions gets ahead of these young men and as secrets of their past intertwine with one another with fates controlling the flow of their lives.Will they reach a happy ever after? Or will their love story be denied by the destiny... again?

Evelyn Larson's nephew, Maxwell Larson, has been staying at my home for 12 years. On top of sponsoring everything he has in life, I even view him as my own son. Heck, I'm the one who paid the down payment for Maxwell's new family home. But on the night we're having a holiday dinner, he throws me a list in front of everyone. "Uncle Lawrence, I've already hashed out the details with my fiancee's family. We'll be giving her family 700 thousand dollars as a wedding gift. You've raised me for so many years, so you need to prepare this amount for me." I frown instantly. "Didn't I just settle your down payment for you? Besides, Tiffany's about to get married soon. I need to save some money for her own wedding gift." But Maxwell instantly smashes a plate out of anger. "Since she's marrying into another family, that means she's no longer a part of this family! Are you saying that you're willing to give your money to an outsider rather than your own nephew? "If you refuse to agree to my terms, I'll make Aunt Evelyn divorce you right now!" I turn to look at Evelyn out of instinct, only to see her pulling out a gift agreement that she has already drafted. "We don't need to prepare any wedding gifts for Tiffany, seeing as she's the one marrying into another family. Max, on the other hand, is the only son of the Larson family. You should give your money to him instead."

Con solo mencionar los preparativos de la boda, el primer amor de mi prometido salió corriendo en llanto. Luis Enrique me abofeteó con tal fuerza que caí al suelo, mirándome con odio puro: —¿Tan desesperada estás por casarte, Gabriela? ¿Tan patética que necesitas forzarme a esto?¡Posponemos la boda otra vez! Me llevé la mano a la mejilla ardiente, pero ni siquiera latió más rápido mi corazón. Con esta, ya eran ocho postergaciones. De los 28 a los 30 años, esperé en vano una respuesta. Esta vez, hice las maletas en silencio para salir. Al fin entendí: este matrimonio nunca debió existir.

妹・結城結愛（ゆうき ゆあ）がまた入院した。原因は、私・結城望美（ゆうき のぞみ）が部屋の窓を開けて風を通したこと。 母・結城雅美（ゆうき まさみ）は病室の外で私の鼻先を指差して喚き散らし、その飛沫が私の顔に容赦なく飛んでくる。 「あんたなんか、連れ戻すんじゃなかった！お祖母ちゃんの躾が悪かったのね。妹をいじめるために帰ってきたんでしょ！ もし結愛に万が一のことがあったら、あんたも生きていられないと思いなさい！」 深夜。家の中は水を打ったように静まり返っている。 黒い服を着た背の高い死神のおじさんが壁をすり抜けて現れ、真っ直ぐに妹のベッドの枕元へと向かった。 「結城結愛。寿命が尽きた、私と来い」 妹は深く眠っているが、私は目を覚ましている。 私は床に敷いた布団から這い上がり、妹のベッドの前に立ち塞がった。声は震えていたが、決して逃げたりはしない。 「おじさん、人違いだよ。寝ているのはお姉ちゃんで、私こそが結城結愛なの」 振り返り、熟睡している母を一瞥する。母は夢の中でさえ、眉間に深く皺を寄せている。 私がいなくなれば、お母さんはもっと幸せになれるかもしれない。 「おじさん、私逃げないよ。でも、三日だけ待ってくれないかな？ お母さんの誕生日を、お祝いしてあげたいの」

森田グループの社長である夫の森田勲（もりた いさお）と、12回目の体外受精のために病院へ向かう途中、知らない番号から電話が入った。 スマホの画面をちらりと見た瞬間、勲の表情がこわばった。 「取締役会の緊急会議だ」 そう言って立ち上がると、勲は慣れた手つきでジャケットの袖を整えた。 「国際合併の件でトラブルが起きた。先に戻っていてくれ、会議が終わったらすぐ戻るから」 診察室のドアが閉まる。看護師がカルテを手に持ち、戸惑った顔で私を見た。 「森田さん、胚の解凍プロセスを開始しますが、このまま進めますか？」 私は握りしめてしわくちゃになった同意書を見下ろした。 緊急会議？ 小林グループは森田グループにとって最大のスポンサーだ。そんな緊急の会議があるのなら、この小林家の令嬢である私が知らないはずがないのに。

In the fourth year of her engagement to Mason Hart, Evelyn Ward still had not been able to marry him. The Hart family had produced officers for three generations, and marriages required approval from military headquarters. Yet every year, their marriage request was rejected. Until the fourth year, when Evelyn personally saw Mason alter the application. Only then did she realize that Mason had never intended to marry her at all.