Final Fantasy 6 Plot

—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.

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.

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.

My little sister Willa? Always played the noble princess—even during the freaking apocalypse. She was pregnant and still trying to look like some graceful queen. I told her to end it. Safer that way. She slapped me. "Shut up. How can you be so heartless?" Meanwhile, I skipped meals so she and her rescue-pet gang could eat. When I collapsed from hunger, she snorted. "Drama queen. Think of it as a free weight-loss plan." I dragged her to the base, the safe zone, and nearly died doing it. She snatched the last of my rations. "The baby and I are good. Give the rest away." I died from my injuries—frozen, starving, forgotten. Willa? She got crowned a saint. Even landed the baby daddy—the Deputy Governor—and kicked off her perfect little fairytale. Then I woke up. Back to the moment she asked me to swear I'd protect her and the baby. This time, I laughed in her face. "Die for all I care."

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: [R18] STORY WITH EXTREMELY EXPLICIT CONTENT She considered herself as Andrew's number one fan. Andrew Scott, a famous actor, and has always been the most beautiful highlight of Lana's fangirling years. She dreamed of seeing and embracing him. She dreamed of marrying him. But she never once thought in her fangirl life that all her dreams and fantasies about Andrew could have even more thrilling and romantic scenes. It was more than what she thought. But it wasn't easy because she knew for a fact they were from different worlds, so she was forced to stay away. But destiny has always had its own way of reuniting hearts set for one another. Because Lana met the young man again three years later. And this time she knew she could do nothing more, but introduce Andrew to Andrea, their daughter. The fruit of a nightly fulfillment of all of Lana's fantasies about her admired actor.

‘ใบไม้’...ผู้ชายชื่อ ‘ไคล์’ เขาเกิดมาเพื่อเป็นของฉัน! ฉะนั้นไม่ว่าใครหน้าไหนก็ไม่มีวันได้เขาไปเด็ดขาด! ‘เจแปน’...ความฝันสูงสุดคือการได้เป็นแอร์ชั้นเฟิร์สคลาส แต่ได้รูทบินต่างประเทศไม่ทันไร ก็ตกกระไดพลอยโจนใช้รหัสลับรหัสสวาทกับ ‘กัปตันต้นไม้’ เข้า และเขาก็ใช้รหัสนี้เพื่อขู่ให้เธอเป็นของเขา! _________________________ มือเล็กปัดป่ายตามผนังห้องน้ำพัลวัน เพราะกระโปรงทรงเอตัวสั้นกำลังถูกเขาถกขึ้นเหนือบั้นท้าย ยิ่งไปกว่านั้น..แอร์สาวเธอกำลังเจอกับแรงสั่นสะเทือนหลายริกเตอร์เกินจะต้านไหว เธอเกือบหลุดส่งเสียงออกไปอยู่หลายครั้ง "อย่าเสียงดัง!" ริมฝีปากบางปิดสนิททันทีเมื่อถูกสั่ง เธอได้แต่ส่ายหน้าไปมาอย่างทรมาน จนผมเผ้าที่ถูกรวบตึงเป็นทางการนั้นเริ่มยุ่งเหยิง แรงดันอากาศที่ว่าน้อย กับเสียงเครื่องที่ดัง ไม่เท่ากับเสียงกระเส่าจากริมฝีปากบางๆของเธอ ไม่น่าหลุดพูดรหัสลับออกไปเลย ไม่น่าเลยจริงๆ!

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?

Setiap bulan suamiku menyisihkan uang lima ratus ribu di celengan ayam, dan itu berlangsung selama 12 bulan, saat menjelang lebaran , uang yang sudah terkumpul sebanyam 6 juta itu ia berikan untuk ibunya, gara-gara itu semua, kami harus berhemat dan makan seadanya, padahal Ibu mertua bukanlah orang

I'm a succubus who gathers energy by clearing System missions, adept at the game of love. One day, right after completing a honey trap mission, I was sent to a SSS-level horror game at the very next second. The boss was invincible and bloodthirsty, watching coolly as other players rested in pieces before turning to the rest of us. "Now choose—how do you want to die?" While other players were wetting their pants and trying to find a loophole to survive, I picked up on something different. A handsome, powerful target beneath that cold, horrific exterior. Hence, when he reached me, I smiled enigmatically as I told him my wish. "I wish to be conquered by a truly powerful Entity, dominated from soul to flesh, and to die in pure ecstasy." I watched him pause in shock and added, "Oh, and you must do it yourself."