Final Fantasy Xii Espers Guide

—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.

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..

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.

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?

‘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!

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."

Feeling overwhelmed by loneliness, I installed a one-way mirror in the bedroom of the apartment next door, which I specifically rent out to muscular men. One day, through the mirror on the wall, I watched my tenant with his girlfriend, caught up in their fiery passion. I couldn't help but be drawn to his strong physique and impressive size. One day, I pulled him into a small, dimly lit cubicle with me...

(Witchita Series #1) On the evening of Santacruzan, I met Gideon, the consort of my life. Months later, we grew closer to each other, but then... he found out about the bet and we split up. Weeks after our breakup, he confronted and told me, “Panagutan mo ako... Buntis ako," and I was like, “Gago ka ba?” Days after my family revealed our biggest secrets, I made up my list. To do: 1. Get to know more about my family's identity, history, and special ability (especially in dealing with a pregnant male partner!) 2. Master my family's craft — witchcraft. 3. Attend to Deon's needs, assist, and take care of him. 4. Protect and keep him away from his pack for nine months (or else our child's gonna get killed because Deon's a son of an alpha b*tch!) 5. Plan about our child's financial support and our parental setup. 6. Make sure that the whole pregnancy experience will be tolerable for the first-time mommy (or pappy or whatsoever, I don't really know what to call him, geez...) 7. The child should stay with my family after Deon gave birth because he or she belongs to us, to the kind who needs to keep hiding. 8. And the most important thing to do, love my child with all my heart, mind, and Witchita soul. I am Angie Lou Pereira, a Witchita, and this is my guide to successful parenting.

Fifteen years ago, a werewolf maid abducted the youngest daughter of Jacob Ylva and Sereina Ylva causing anxiety and trauma to the couple. Celeste was still fifteen years old at that time while her younger sister was still five years old. Later on, Celeste Louve Ylva took over Ylva's firms so her parents felt at ease whereas her sister was taken from them by a maid. She familiarized herself quickly with the business environment because they had numerous business partners, workers, and even clients. She doesn't want her parents to be stressed out any further. Celeste's parents gave her her mansion and several of their butlers, maids, and security guards. One day, while she was on her way to her café, she received an email from her private investigator requesting him to gather some evidence to determine the suspect and her sister, but to her surprise, a vampire disguised herself as a maid with her frightening smile, crimson-red eyes, and fangs terrified her. The maid is a vampire, not a werewolf. What is the real motive for the vampire to abduct and ignite the fire between the vampire and the werewolf? Celeste was befuddled, and she wanted to clear her thoughts since she had a lot of appointments the next day. She met her mate by chance while taking a break at the beach. Will her mate support her in settling everything?

After five years of marriage, the doctor told me I was pregnant. It was something I had waited for so long. Yet, along with that good news came a nightmare. My medical tests showed that I had cancer, and it had already spread. The doctor gave me less than a month to live. I froze, gripping the report so tightly my knuckles turned white. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about how my unborn child would never get to feel a mother's embrace. My grief was interrupted by the ping of an incoming text message. It was from Mom. [Since you're so selfish and refuse to donate a kidney to save Nattie's life, you should divorce Davon. Let him marry Nattie instead. At least that way, you can fulfill her dying wish.] My tears fell harder. It was not that I refused to donate a kidney to Natalie Rivera, my sister, who was in the final stages of kidney disease. In truth, I only had one kidney left. Five years ago, I had already given one to Dad. Now, with my life counting down to its final days, I decided that I would donate my remaining kidney to Natalie. I would also let my husband, Davon Parker, go with her. Before I went into surgery, my parents praised me for finally being thoughtful, saying I had finally learned to care about my sister. They said that once the surgery was over, the whole family would go on vacation together. Davon even said he was proud that I was no longer selfish and promised he would make it up to me in the future. None of them knew I did not have a future. After the surgery, what would be pushed out of the operating room would be a cold, lifeless body.