Final Space Avocato

My husband, Gavin Chapman, is giving his secretary, Natasha Gardner, exactly what she wants. He's making her his wife. To pull it off, he fakes a lab accident, pretends to have amnesia, and brings her home. In his office, Gavin wraps his arms around Natasha and murmurs indulgently, "Not just Mrs. Chapman. Even if you want to pretend to be the vice president for a week, I'll let you." My eyes dim, but I let the lie go on. The next day, at a press conference, Gavin holds Natasha's hand and tells the world she's his real wife. He even threatens to kick me out of the company and take over all my research data. Dozens of cameras swivel toward me, waiting for my outburst. But I stay silent and simply sign the termination papers. Gavin doesn't know that the pharmaceutical project he believes will be done in seven days isn't quite finished. There's still one final step, and I'm the only one who knows how to do it.

On our wedding night, my husband didn't stay long enough to toast with champagne. He left me alone at the reception and retreated to the chapel. Because from the very beginning, this stoic, untouchable man had only ever loved my younger sister. For three years of my marriage, I poured myself into thawing a heart of stone, only to be met with glacial silence. "Claire," he said coldly, "I'd rather take vows of celibacy than ever love you." But when the truck came barreling toward me, the man who had resented me his entire life used his own body to shield mine. Just before I lost consciousness, I saw him gripping the paramedic's sleeve, blood staining his lips. "Don't tell that crazy woman who saved her… And don't let my family… make things difficult for her." Tears welled in my eyes. Only then did I realize I wasn't the only one at fault in this marriage. After coming back to life, I chose to join the United Nations Peacekeeping Forces and head straight to the front lines. If we were never meant to grow old together in this life, then let my final wish for him be this: A lifetime of peace, and an eternity of never crossing paths with me again.

When enemies came seeking revenge, my brother was off with his first love, chasing a golden sunrise over the mountains. I didn't beg him to save us. Instead, I dragged my sister-in-law to safety, dodging killers. In my last life, my brother rushed home, but his first love got caught in an avalanche. Before she passed, she texted him, accusing me and my sister-in-law of humiliating her with money and threatening her to leave him. The fateful trip was her final wish. Her death crushed me with guilt, but my brother dismissed it, holding a perfunctory funeral for her before moving on. I thought he had recommitted to his family, but while my sister-in-law recovered from childbirth, he slipped poison into our meal. "How do I have such a vile sister like you?" he spat. "And you... I only married you for family interests. You two killed the love of my life!" He set the house on fire, burning us alive. Even his newborn son wasn't spared. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that fateful day.

Selina Anderson, a perfect teenager whose life meant nothing but sadness and dull grayness of the world. Oblivious of the secrets her parents hid behind. A power she possessed that neither she, herself, does not know. A power that could either destroy or create worlds. A day without ruthlessness of reality, a day without confronting the cold – Selina decides to pick a book on a winter day. Only to discover that it wasn’t any normal book she’s holding onto her hands. It was a portal – a path to a world of magic. Upon her arrival to this world, slowly, she uncovers the secrets her parents hid all these years. She discovers her true self. But upon finding the truth about everything she thought she knew – she found herself in the face of disdain. Would there ever truly be enough answers to her questions? Will she accept the truth? Or will she be the destroyer of worlds? -- **She suddenly sat up, her light blue hair swaying on her back. "But hey, at least you could always ask me if you want some kind of space or something." She looks at me with the brightest smile pasted on her face. A smile slowly formed on my face as I looked at her. Her smile was like this infectious thing that would brighten the whole room. I sat up and glanced down on the mirrored ground - I could see my own reflection. Blonde hair, red eyes looking right straight at me, a smile. But the smile was almost evil in the reflection. I closed my eyes, the smile that found its way on my face disappeared. "Don't stop smiling." I look up to see Lyv gazing at me softly, observing me. "You look beautiful when you smile."**

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

The story-series, "Crimson's Game", is about a girl named Elle, a member of the Death Legion, who is struggling to seek for answers to reveal her true identity. The Death Legion is a constitution where they aim to cleanse the world. A world without murderers, toxicity, and chaos. But it is all a lie, the truth is they are all just bunch of psycho's who find satisfaction by inflicting pain to their victims. The Legion is divided into four different sectors. Sector 1, the Annihilators, they are also known as the doers. They are the ones responsible for assassination. Sector 2, the Final Disposition, their task is to look after the dead bodies and make sure that the place where the assassination was held is taken care of. Sector 3, the Defenders. The Defenders are the lawyers of the sectors. They will defend and make sure that the profile of their Manslayers is clean. Last sector, the Menders. They are the doctors of each group. They also save the lives of those victims who are granted by the Director, the founder of the Legion. Elle is recruited by Archaios, her partner in crime, he will help Elle discover the hell inside the constitution. Archaios will play a big role in her life. Is he someone she could trust? An alliance? Or maybe another enemy she'll have to face. The protagonist will have a hard time finding the right course to her freedom. She will bet her own life just to satisfy her curiosity. Will she be able to handle it all alone? Find out the truth, seek for the answer. Be careful with who you trust, because in this game you will doubt, even yourself. With that, let the games begin!

It all begins with a clash and unfolds into a heartbreaking love entangled in secrets, status, and fate. Cairo Zeidan Altamirano, a promising third-year medical student at the prestigious Aurelia University of Medicine, finds himself unexpectedly at Casa Estrella University for a collaborative project between future doctors, engineers, and architects. There, he crosses paths with Aerisla Celeste Valmonte, a sharp-witted fourth-year architecture student—under less than ideal circumstances: a petty argument over a can of coffee. Their friction sets the stage for a fiery partnership as Aerisla, the team leader, is forced to work closely with the aloof and enigmatic Cairo. What begins as mutual disdain slowly melts into something far deeper, more dangerous. But just as a fragile love begins to bloom, Aerisla discovers she is carrying Cairo's child, only to be silenced by a cruel twist of fate. Cairo, it turns out, is no ordinary medical student. He is the heir to the empire behind the Altamirano name, and bound by family tradition to marry before his final year begins. Love was never part of the plan. But neither was goodbye.

Alpha Elijah Yellowstone, True Alpha of the Yellowstone Pack, had already come to accept that he would not meet his mate - not in this lifetime, or the next. And it was something that he understood. After all, he had more than his fair share of she-wolves to choose from. There was nothing that he was missing out on. The fact that he did not already have a few pups running around, was a miracle in itself. His pack was not the best - but it was not the worst, either. He had treaties with almost every pack that surrounded him, leaving the only threat to be Rogues. His worries were few and far in between. But of course, all of that changed when he welcomed his new Beta into his pack. He had known, since the beginning, that the Beta had two children. A daughter, in her final year of training, and a son, who was barely old enough to ride a bicycle. Can you imagine the shock that he gets when he realizes that his Beta's daughter is his mate? She is nothing more than a glorified child, and Elijah knows that. And despite the fact that he knew that it was improper for a mating like this to happen, Alpha Elijah finds himself incapable of rejecting his mate - but even so, he refuses to accept her. She is too young, too weak, and he would be signing her up for more trouble than he was worth. Or so he thought...

Love, Happy Endings, Soulmates, these are the things we want and need in life, we want to get them, but it's easier said than done. Certain factors need to be considered. Relationships and Love need few unmaterialistic things, but sadly, Caden Ian Manchester and Fiona Guinevere Kings do not know these. Weighed with traumas and scars, they hid their true self from each other, but the past never stays hidden, and it gets revealed in the worst way possible. Fiona Kings looks like a real life Barbie, but she sure as hell doesn't live in a fairytale, if it's a fairytale, it's a twisted one, a very twisted fairytale. Her life has being chaotic, from a family that don't care about her, to an abusive and psychotic boyfriend. She met him, Caden Manchester, it seem like she's drawn to the bad boys, Aren't we all?. Caden Manchester is a walking trauma, a breathing disaster, a living catastrophe, an addictive poison. She knows she should run, everyone tells her to run, but once Love gets into the equation, leaving seems unlikely. Caden Manchester is an orphan, a drug addict, a result of a broken home. An Artist who has definitely lost his muse. He meets her, Fiona Kings. She seems like his saving grace, his last and final shot at redemption, all he has to do is let her get tangled in his web of pain, death and painful secrets. He's no good for her, he's aware of this,  She's too angelic, but like a moth drawn to flame, he's drawn to her, to light. She's his Vanilla, His butterfly whose wings he breaks, rendering her broken. He breaks her, shatters her, destroys her, but she didn't leave. He tries to push her away, but, she stuck with him.

On the very night Ansel Halberg is in another woman's arms, Odessa Montclair meets a tragic end. The Grim Reaper gives her seven days to return to the world of the living and make one final request. Her only wish is to divorce Ansel and erase every trace of their shared past. She's determined never to cross his path again—neither in this life, nor the next.