Final Fantasy 15 Backstory

My name is Tessa Solace, I belong to the Silver Moon Pack. My Father is the Beta of the pack and I'm his unknown daughter. Nobody knows that I'm his so called child, it's how my stepmother wanted it to be, so her daughter could be the center of attention. I'm locked in the house and not allowed outside. Very few know of my existence. As the days tick by, I'm finally getting closer to my escape.

Dati, naniniwala si Amara na love could heal everything. Ikinasal siya kay Lucien—isang napakatalino ngunit cold-hearted na surgeon—ang lalaking minsang naging sandalan niya sa gitna ng sakit. Sa mga panahong iyon, kahit ang hapdi ng bawat araw ay nagiging matiisin, basta’t naroon ito. But love does not survive betrayal disguised as indifference. Nang bumalik si Lysandra—ang babaeng kailanman ay hindi nawala sa puso ni Lucien—doon tuluyang gumuho ang mundong pilit binuo ni Amara. Unti-unti niyang tinanggap ang katotohanang matagal na niyang tinatakasan: she was never the one he chose. Isa lang siyang substitute. Isang pansamantalang kapalit sa isang kuwentong hindi kailanman naging kanya. Buntis siya. At ang batang dinadala niya’y itinuturing ng mali. Para kay Lucien, ang lahat ay parang isang operasyon: dapat malinis, kontrolado, walang “error.” Kahit pa ang kapalit nito ay isang buhay… o isang pusong tuluyang madudurog. Ngunit ang wakas ay dumating nang makita ni Amara ang huling pruweba ng pagtataksil. Sa sandaling iyon, may kung anong tuluyang namatay sa loob niya. Hindi na siya umiyak. Hindi na siya nagtanong. Hindi na siya umasa. “I want a divorce.” Apat na salitang sapat para patahimikin ang buong mundo ni Lucien. Ngunit imbes na magalit, tumawa ito—mababa, malamig, mapanlait. “Divorce? Saan ka pupunta? You have no degree, no job, and your mother is sick.” Ngunit ang babaeng nasa harapan niya ngayo’y hindi na ang Amara na kilala niya. “Maybe I’ll struggle,” mahina ngunit matalim ang boses niya. “Pero mas pipiliin kong maghirap sa labas kaysa manatili dito—sa ‘yo—bilang kapalit ng babaeng hindi mo kailanman binitawan.” Sa unang pagkakataon… natahimik si Lucien. Dahil ang babaeng akala niyang hindi kailanman aalis—ay siya mismong handang iwan ang lahat. At sa pagkakataong ito, Amara will rewrite everything—walang babalikan, walang aayusin, at wala nang pagmamahal na muling magliligtas sa kanila.

Il la fixa longuement. Trop longuement. Le cœur de Dolores cognait contre sa poitrine. Mais elle ne baissa pas les yeux. Pas devant lui. Pas ici. Pas maintenant. Alexander Manchester. PDG insupportablement charismatique. Froid. Arrogant. Intouchable. Le genre d’homme devant qui tout plie… sauf elle. Son regard était une lame. Tranchante. Invasive. Elle chercha un doute, un frémissement, un signe de faiblesse. Rien. Juste la détermination glacée d’un homme habitué à obtenir ce qu’il veut. — Je dois assister à une réunion pour le partage des parts de l’entreprise familiale, la semaine prochaine. Ma fiancée est coincée à l’étranger. Y aller seul serait mal vu. Mes parents ne doivent rien savoir. Et je déteste perdre la face. Sa voix était calme, basse, presque dénuée d’émotion. Mais chaque mot tombait lourd, chargé d’un enjeu qu’il ne nommait pas. Elle ne répondit pas. Son silence n’était pas du vide — c’était une tempête contenue. Il s’approcha. Lentement. Sa présence semblait s’étendre, engloutir l’espace. Chaque pas était calculé. Chaque geste, mesuré. Du bout des doigts, il frôla le bord de son bureau. Juste assez pour marquer un territoire. — Sois ma femme. Pour 15 jours. Et je triple ton salaire. Tu viens avec moi. Tu souris. Tu joues le rôle. Et dans 15 jours, on oublie tout. Il lâcha ça comme une bombe à retardement. Puis attendit. — C’est une blague ? Sa voix fendit le silence, un brin d’ironie accroché à l’incrédulité. — Est-ce que j’ai l’air de plaisanter ? Son regard l’écrasa. Aucune échappatoire. Aucune équivoque. Elle aurait pu dire non. Elle aurait dû dire non.

She was a innocent kind girl who believe anyone easily. While he was a domineering ruthless and most eligible bachelor of the city. What will be the reason to tie them in a beautiful tie called love? Let's see in the story..

WARNING AREA 21++ “Nyonya, kartu merah sudah dibuka." Kali ini siapa lagi yang akan menjadi suaminya? Serena Ambrose, satu-satunya wanita yang tersisa di garis keturunan keluarga Ambrose yang merupakan keluarga yang sangat terkenal di Milan, Italia. Kakeknya memiliki ambisi untuk mendatangkan cucu perempuan pertama di Keluarga Ambrose. Tetapi, bukan itu masalahnya. Entah gosip dari mana Serena mendengar bahwa kakeknya akan menikahkannya sebanyak 15 kali hingga akhirnya akan mendapatkan cucu perempuannya. Serena tidak pernah percaya gosip tak masuk akal itu. Tetapi hal itu sirna ketika kakeknya menikahkannya lagi 2 minggu setelah Serena menikah dengan suami pertamanya. Lalu apakah gosip tentang suami ke-15 itu benar? Siapa pria yang akan menjadi suami ke-15 Serena? Lalu apa yang akan terjadi dengan semua suami Serena ketika orang dari masa lalu Serena kembali hadir?

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

—Señora Flores, por la revisión específica, su certificado de matrimonio contiene información falsa; el sello y la firma son falsos. Las palabras del agente, de manera ligera, dejaron a Alba Flores aturdida mientras venía a solicitar una reposición de su certificado de matrimonio. —Imposible… Mi esposo, Carlos Sainz, y yo nos casamos legalmente hace cinco años. Por favor, ¿podría verificarlo de nuevo? El agente volvió a ingresar los números de identificación de ambos para realizar la búsqueda y confirmó: —El sistema muestra que Carlos Sainz sí que está casado, pero usted está soltera. La voz de Alba temblaba al preguntar: —¿Y quién es la esposa legal de Carlos Sainz? —Laura Escanes. Alba se agarró con fuerza al respaldo de la silla, intentando mantener la compostura. Le entregaron los documentos de vuelta y las palabras “Certificado de Matrimonio” del encima brillaban, provocándole un dolor en los ojos. Al principio, Alba había pensado que podría ser un error del sistema, pero al escuchar el nombre de “Laura Escanes”, todos sus sueños se vinieron abajo de inmediato. La boda grandiosa de hace cinco años, el matrimonio ejemplar que parecía inseparable durante estos cinco años, todo aquello de lo que se sentía orgullosa, resultó falso. Alba sostenía aquel certificado falso sin ningún valor legal, regresó a casa desanimada. Justo cuando iba a abrir la puerta, escuchó voces en el interior. Era el abogado de la familia Sainz: —Señor Sainz, ya han pasado cinco años. ¿No considera otorgarle a su esposa un reconocimiento legal de su posición? Alba se detuvo y contuvo la respiración. Después de un largo silencio, la profunda voz de Carlos Sainz resonó: —Esperemos un poco más. Laura aún está trabajando en el extranjero. ¿Cómo podría mantenerse en ese mercado lleno de empresarios sin el título de la señora Sainz? El abogado familiar lo advirtió: —Su matrimonio con la señora, sólo tiene nombre, pero sin sustancia. Si ella decidiera, podría irse en cualquier momento.

Calliope's world of magic is slowly becoming poisoned. The world is dying and it is up to her and her friends to find the culprits. But can Cal survive the world of dying magic with her heart still intact?

Do you once imagine a place where there's a high paying job but cheap prices of supplies and low bills of rent, water and electricity? Kilala ang Sitio De Villasarza dahil dito. Maraming tao ang lumipat dito dahil naniniwala silang sa hirap ng buhay ngayon ay malaking tulong sa kanila ang Sitio. There's a lot of advantages that their family can get. But what if this place has a hidden goal and this benefit is just a plain plan to lure people inside? Tatlong babae na sina Yuki, Deiji at Michelle ay naninirahan sa isang girl's dormitory sa loob ng Sitio De Villasarza kasama ang kambal ni Michelle na si Michael. The four of them face a different and strange experience inside the Sitio De Villasarza and they soon meet Glenn, classmate of Michael who offered them help and protection. Maraming tao at grupo silang nakasalamuha at nakilala na naging advantage nila upang protektahan ang isa't isa ngunit hindi mapigilan ang mga pangyayaring nababawasan sila. Can they still be alive or they will be dead before help arrives?

Thor and I grew up together—we were the definition of childhood sweethearts. We'd promised to attend the same university, graduate, and marry right after senior year. Everyone envied us. They said we were a perfect match, destined for a lifetime together. And I believed that too. I truly thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him. Until the final semester of our senior year in high school, when a new transfer student named Lina joined our class. At first, the two barely spoke. But as they grew familiar, their bond deepened in ways I could no longer ignore. He started staying after school to tutor her, bringing her breakfast every morning. When she was upset, he'd take her for a drive along the coast. If she craved Italian steak, he'd have fresh cuts flown in. Even during her period, he'd quietly prepare everything she needed. I was furious. I confronted him, argued with him, and even threatened to break up. The first time I said it, he thought I was joking and coaxed me out of my anger. The second time, he dismissed it as another tantrum and tried different ways to please me. The third time, he broke down—standing outside my house in the pouring rain all night, half kneeling before me, begging for forgiveness. Again and again, I tried to leave, and every time, he refused to let me go. Yet with each reconciliation, something in him shifted. He started taking me for granted, assuming I would always come back. His patience wore thin. His apologies turned perfunctory. Even when he came to make peace, there was no sincerity left in his voice. So I said it for the hundredth time, and that was the last. That was the moment I finally gave up on him.