Fullmetal Alchemist X Male Reader

My girlfriend and I were reborn, returning to the cramped basement apartment we rented right after graduation. We silently walked out the door together, neither of us mentioning staying together. She went abroad with her childhood sweetheart to further her studies while I stayed behind, grinding away at my company. Seven years later, she became a rising young designer with a bright future and a happy family. I was still grinding away at the same company. When we met again, she clung to her childhood sweetheart's arm, looking down at my slightly disheveled state with a mocking smile. "Long time no see. How did you end up looking like a beggar?" I ignored her. However, later, when the powerful, world-renowned CEO of a top design firm clung to my arm, acting sweetly, her face twisted with panic. "Alex Prescott! How can you be so close with another woman?!"

Alina tak pernah meminta banyak—hanya ingin lulus dari Horizon International Academy dan menghilang tanpa jejak.  Namun, satu kesalahan mempertemukannya dengan Arion Mahendra Kwon, siswa atlet yang berkuasa, berbahaya, dan diincar timnas Indonesia. Tatapannya menusuk, sikap dinginnya, dan nama keluarganya yang terpandang membuat Arion tak tersentuh—dan Alina, hanya siswi miskin yang mendapat beasiswa, tak mungkin bisa mendekatinya. Tapi mereka terikat oleh satu rahasia gelap—pernikahan yang terpaksa mereka sembunyikan dari dunia.  Di antara ketegangan dan kebencian yang membara, perasaan yang tak terduga muncul di tengah gejolak itu. Ketika cinta mulai merayap di antara amarah dan penolakan, Alina takut kehilangan dirinya lagi. Namun, Arion tak hanya ancaman, dia adalah api yang bisa membakar habis sisa hidup Alina.  Dan di ambang kehancuran itu, hanya satu pertanyaan tersisa:  Akankah mereka bertahan, atau tenggelam dalam cinta yang berbahaya? Note : Follow akun goodnovel Biebiefenimmm. Instagram author biebiefenim_author 🌹 FB: Biebiefenim Author untuk info lebih lanjut agar tahu ilustrasi seluruh karakter dan kisi-kisi update terbaru. Thanks reader, Salam Sayangg dari Author 😘

After five long years of dating, Winona Shaw finally said yes. I was elated, like a scavenger who'd struck gold. I put everything I had into the engagement party, but out of the blue, Winona embraced Claude Landton instead. She even tried to frame me and boot me to jail. I canceled the party and called the cops instead. That made Winona mad, and Claude started panicking. Icily, I said, "Now, calm down. We have a lot of trials to go through. See you in court."

Felice Chiara Farfala (28) Leader tim desain fashion yang memengang brand Luxury yang sangat terkenal yaitu Lauré yang merupakan Brand Luxury di bawah naungan perusahaan The Premiére. Felice merupakan wanita tangguh, tenang, ambisius dan realistis. Felice merasa bahwa laki-laki hanyalah sesuatu hal yang merangsangnya untuk memberikan ketegangan dan kepuasan sesaat. Dia tidak pernah menganggap penting terkait perasaaannya terhadap pria dan dia hampir tidak pernah memberikan segalanya tentang perasaan itu dengan serius. Namun, suatu hari ketika dia sedang berada dalam sebuah acara pesta pembukaan Fashion Week. Felice bertemu dengan seorang pria yang biasa di panggil Mr. X. Pria itu adalah seorang Fotografer yang biasa diajak kerja sama oleh Brand-Brand Luxury. Saat sedang berpesta Felice dan Mr. X terlalu mabuk sehingga mereka berakhir di dalam sebuah kamar Hotel. Mereka terlibat dalam cinta semalam tanpa saling mengenal satu sama lain. Keesokan paginya, Felice terbangun dengan kondisi yang tenang dan segera kembali menjalankan aktifitasnya seperti biasa. Mr. X berusaha untuk mengajak Felice berkenalan tapi Felice tidak mau menyebutkan namanya pada pria cinta semalamnya itu. Karena bagi Felice dia tidak akan terlibat lebih jauh pada hubungan ini. Setelah ditinggalkan oleh Felice, Mr. X masih terngiang-ngiang dengan kejadian semalam. Dia masih tidak bisa melupakan wanita itu. Suara dan kecantikan tubuhnya masih teringat jelas di benaknya. Mr. X akan terus berusaha mencari wanita itu meskipun ia tidak tahu namanya. Setelah beberapa jam berlalu, Felice terpaksa harus menggantikan Arina untuk melakukan kencan buta. Pria yang menjadi pasangan kencan butanya adalah Mr. X. Bagaimana tanggapan Felice dan Mr. X saat kembali bertemu? Apakah mereka akan saling mengenal?

« Je suis vraiment désolé Hayley...» « Elle te manipule complètement Zayn.» Hayley Marshall x Zayn Malik livre terminé ! ©Copyright

"Rather than serving you, I prefer to die." The Outsiders have been subjected to the oppression of the king's soldiers for centuries, especially during the annual Purge, where every fifteen-year-old person - now an adult - is kidnapped. Ystal is only a child when, during his tenth Purge, is bought by a mysterious man. He says his name is Sylien and that he is an Alchemist, the only known survivor of a population that has now been destroyed. He claims to be looking for an assistant, and that Ystal is the right person. Through mysterious spells, ancient books of lost history and unknown feelings, Ystal will make a journey, in search of true freedom, against a tyrant who, for years, has reigned supreme.

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.

I called my wife, a forensic specialist, after learning that my in-laws were involved in a car accident. It was on the 80th call that she finally answered, "I'm just trying to celebrate Justin's birthday for him. What's wrong with you? Can you not get jealous over just about anything?" I informed her that Mom, Dad, and sister had died in a car accident, and that she should hurry back to arrange for their funeral. To my surprise, she scoffed at my suggestion and replied, "What does your family's death have to do with me?" She was not involved in the funeral arrangements at all. On top of that, she even falsified evidence for her love interest—the culprit who killed her family—in court as a forensics specialist. Eventually, on the day I informed her of my intention to divorce, she threw a fit. "Patrick, it's just the death of a few of your family members. Justin didn't do it on purpose. It was just an accident. "Moreover, it's because of your parents' and sister's carelessness on the road that led to the accident. Why are you making things difficult for me and insisting on divorce? I've truly misjudged you…" Noticing the indignance in her response, I finally understood. It seemed she had no idea that it was her family that died in the accident all this while.

Before our wedding, my fiancée, Sarah Hargrave—a professor of medieval history—held a private ceremony in a secluded chapel in the countryside. But not with me. Under the glow of candlelight, she cradled Benjamin Wheeler—her first love, his face gaunt from the cancer consuming him—in her arms. Her smile was soft, almost reverent, as she murmured, "In the eyes of God, vows made before the altar are the only ones that matter. Even if the law says I belong to Daniel, my soul was never his." And so, to the faint echo of hymns and the scent of old incense, they drank from the same silver cup, exchanged rings, and stepped together into the dimly lit sacristy—their makeshift bridal chamber. I watched. Silent. Motionless. No outbursts, no demands for explanation. Just the quiet dialing of a clinic to undo the vasectomy I'd gotten for our future. From fifteen to thirty, I had loved Sarah for fifteen long years. But in all that time, there'd never been room for me. That space had always belonged to Benjamin, my stepbrother. So I let her go. Afterward, I joined a geological research team bound for the isolation of Antarctica—a land cut off from the world, quiet and clean. Before I left, I handed Sarah a divorce agreement…and a final gift to mark the end. I never anticipated that Sarah, who'd always met my devotion with frosty detachment, who'd never once glanced back as I walked away, would look ten years older overnight.

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her baby growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony, left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast. Teeth chattering, I shivered as I watched the door like a dog, waiting to be let in. Then I saw him. Our boy, Ethan Bailey. Six years old. My son, at least in name. He came running with an umbrella in his hand. For a second, my heart leapt. 'Maybe, just maybe…' But he didn't even look at me. Just walked past in silence and handed the umbrella to the nanny heading out. Right then and there, something inside me cracked. I knew it was time to go.