Foto Cells At Work

This story has an adult activities that prohibited from minors 🔞 you can read this with your own risk. Ito ang kwento ng isang babae na niloko ng kan'yang kasintahan at ng isang lalaking na in love agad sa kan'ya nang una n'ya itong makita sa isang bar. Ang simula ng kanilang kwento ay nagsimula sa isang bar kung saan sila unang nagkasiping. Tunghayan ang kwento nila Frederick Santiago at Freya Fuentabella. Enjoy readings! Note: My work is not really perfect so expect those typological and grammatical errors inside sa story.

Special Agent Violet (sometimes Secret Agent Violet) is one of the FBI's best agents. She's very good at deducing people and observing things most people missed. She's socially inept with no friends. She's very dedicated and loves her work...so much. The word love is alien to her. Relationships were nothing for her. She just needs work, work, work, and work. Her heart was stone-cold. "Karate chopping the clichés and norms all in a dress." She's a special agent. And she's Violet.

Qeera dipaksa menikah dengan Axzel pria yang tak dikenal oleh ayahnya setelah mendapat fitnahan dari ibu dan saudari tirinya. Kedekatan Axzel dengan Bella yang disebut sebagai sepupu membuat Qeera sering cemburu, apalagi Bella sering mengirin foto dan video kedekatan mereka. Dalam kondisi hamil, Qeera bertahan demi sang anak karena tak ingin anaknya mengalami nasib yang sama dengan dirinya. Namun, naas Qeera jatuh dari tangga membuatnya mengalami benturan keras dan menyebabkan keguguran. Bukannya mendapat dukungan Qeera mendapat makian dari Axzel, bahkan suaminya memilih pergi bersama Bella setiap ada acara bukan dirinya sebagai istri sahnya. Setiap kali Qeera bertanya sebuah jawaban menyakitkan Axzel lontarkan. "Seorang pembunuh tak pantas saya ajak ke pesta yang berisi orang-orang berhebat!" Bagaimana nasib Qeera, haruskah ia bertahan setelah kehilangan alasannya untuk bertahan? Atau memilih pergi dari suami kejam dan dingin seperti Axzel?

Hari ketika aku keguguran dan mengalami pendarahan hebat, suamiku justru memamerkan foto telapak kaki bayi yang baru lahir di media sosialnya. Teks yang dia tulis berbunyi, "Selamat datang malaikat kecil, Ayah akan selalu menjagamu." Dengan tangan bergetar, aku menelponnya. "Anak kita sudah nggak ada, kamu bisa datang ke rumah sakit nggak?" Dari seberang terdengar tangisan bayi. Suaranya terdengar malas. "Kalau sudah begitu, kamu jaga kesehatanmu baik-baik. Yessy baru saja melahirkan, dia butuh aku. Aku nggak bisa pergi." "Dan yang sudah mati jangan rebut kasih sayang dengan yang masih hidup, ngerti nggak?" Dia langsung menutup telepon. Aku hancur di ranjang rumah sakit, akhirnya menghapus air mata, lalu menekan nomor musuh bebuyutannya, Lukas. "Nikahi aku, seluruh Grup Largi aku bawa jadi mas kawin. Aku cuma mau kamu jatuhin Fandi, kamu mau nggak?"

Ketika aku mengetahui bahwa Navish lebih memilih untuk mengantar obat flu untuk asistennya, sementara aku terjebak di lift dengan klaustrofobia, aku memutuskan untuk mengajukan cerai. Navish dengan cepat menandatangani dokumen itu. Dia bahkan tertawa santai kepada temannya dan berkata, "Dia cuma ngambek. Lagian, orang tuanya sudah meninggal, dia nggak mungkin benar-benar menceraikan aku." "Selain itu, bukankah ada masa tunggu 30 hari untuk perceraian? Kalau dia menyesal, aku bisa bermurah hati memaafkannya dan dia pasti akan kembali padaku," tambahnya sambil tersenyum percaya diri. Keesokan harinya, dia memposting foto pasangan dengan asistennya di media sosial, lengkap dengan caption. [ Merekam setiap momen malumu yang manis. ] Aku menghitung hari-hari dengan tenang. Setelah memastikan semuanya sesuai rencana, aku mulai membereskan barang-barangku dan menelepon seseorang. "Paman, tolong belikan aku tiket pesawat ke Nu York," kataku dengan suara tegas.

Saat perusahaan sang ayah berada di ambang kebangkrutan, Anisa Kintara dinikahkan oleh ibu tirinya kepada Theo Pratama, seorang pria penguasa yang koma karena penyakit serius. Semua orang hanya menunggu waktu sampai Theo meninggal dan Anisa diusir dari Keluarga Pratama. Namun, tak disangka Theo terbangun dari koma.Menemukan dirinya telah memiliki seorang istri, Theo berkata dengan keji. "Anisa, bahkan jika kamu mengandung anakku, aku akan mencekiknya sampai mati dengan tanganku sendiri!"Ucapan itu membuat Anisa kabur. Sampai empat tahun kemudian, dia kembali dengan sepasang kembar genius menggemaskan.Sembari menunjuk ke foto Theo, Anisa mengultimatum kedua bocah mungilnya. "Kalau kalian bertemu pria ini, langsung lari! Kalau tidak, dia akan mencekik kalian sampai mati!"Di malam hari, bocah kecil Anisa pun meretas komputer Theo dan meninggalkan tantangan untuk pria itu. "Kalau kamu berani, sini cekik aku!"

This is the story of a dying girl. Gracie. And just like every dying person, she had wishes. Infact she had a bucket list of things she wanted to do before she finally dies. * She had cancer of the blood and bone marrow. Chronic lymphocytic Leukaemia. It develops from a type of white blood cell called B cells and it progresses slowly. Symptoms may not show until maybe years for some patients. Her CLL was aggressive and needed chemotherapy treatment early. But it was a little late for her when they discovered. So wth no early treatment, She had just 5 years to live. The hospital became her home. She was given a room there to live indefinitely. She could still recall her dad’s gloomy face while decorating her room. She eventually recovered a little, just like every other days, she found herself retiring to her former routine. Her chats with him. But when she told him she was sick and was gonna die, he kind of took it differently than she expected. He asked her why. And her reply was probably the last message on their chat till this day. If he blocked her or something, she just doesn't know. she could never find him again on social media. She cried for weeks. He was supposed to be her best friend. She was never gonna make peace with Cancer or resign to fate. No way. Eventually she stopped treatment 2 yrs later when she got her independence. No matter the treatment, she would never be able to live as long as she wants anyway. So why prolong the torture? But that was a difficult decision to make nonetheless because she stopping the treatment meant she'd have to die earlier than 5 years. But she’d rather make peace with that as long as she could do whatever she wanted before dying. ..................... It's all about love, drama, regret.

After six years of bloodshed, the emperor returns. With this strong body of mine, I can defeat ruffians. I can protect damsels...

This is the standalone book for the first story in the book "The Wild Adventures". After spending a wild night, Ethan woke up alone in bed. He searched for his “Baby Girl” every day in between work and everything he did but he failed. His sense of smell, even with his Supernatural identity, could not find her. Until a few months later. Lexy was on her way home from school when she was blocked by gangsters in a neighborhood alley where she had to pass through to get to her best friend Marlyn’s new place. He had to rent somewhere nearby the school and Lexy was going to attend his housewarming party. Ethan followed a scent so familiar and found out it was indeed his long-lost and untiredly searched-for “Baby Girl”. Ethan rescued Lexy and ever since then, he became a self-claimed personal bodyguard. Let's explore and enjoy the adventurous love story between the cursed Lycan Prince and his fated-mate-Princess!

Ariel Williams is a twenty-three-year-old young orphan who wants nothing, but to sponsor her younger sister's dream of becoming a medical doctor, since she dropped out of school years ago. After she was sacked from the previous bar she used to work as a waitress, she got a job to work as a maid in the Bradford's family, the wealthiest family in New York. However, her life took another turn when she found out that she was there to work as a nanny for the twenty-eight years old billionaire twins, and not a maid. Will she take the job even seeing the danger in it, or will she give her sister's dream up? What does fate have in store for Ariel?