Good Fat Jokes

What Elena Lockser wanted was to secure a job in Aiden Inc, which was her dream company and nothing else. She encountered Aiden Crooks, the CEO, also, the man she had been running from all her life, as her interviewer. Aiden Crooks, aside from being the CEO of Aiden Inc, he was an Alpha werewolf, and a single father. He never believed in a second chance mate until he met Elena in his office. Will they get the true love they deserve when obstacles arise to drive them apart?

She ran away from her past and he's the only way out. Sa isang malamig na gabi sa gitna ng malamig na kalsada , nilabanan ni Alexa ang takot upang takasan ang napipintong kalbaryo ng buhay niya. Balak lang naman siyang ipakasal ng tiyuhin niya sa isang matandang bilyonaryo na pinagkakautangan nito. Sa gitna ng kanyang pagtakas , muntik na siyang masagaan ng minamanehong sasakyan ni Lucas. Nangpanggap siyang nasaktan at nawalan ng alaala. Walang nagawa si Lucas kundi ang kupkupin siya at sa maikling panahon na nakasama niya ito ay sumibol ang isang damdamin na hindi niya inasahan. Pero paano kung kailan nahulog na ang loob niya sa lalaki ay madiskubre niyang may kinalaman ito sa sa taong tahasan niyang tinakasan?

Eliza Just a few more months until I'm free from this town, but more importantly free from my Father. Nothing was going to get in the way of my great escape. Not even when Ryan, the high school heart-throb, takes an interest in me. But when Zak, shows up that first day of school, I know things are going to get complicated as I instantly feel the connection. Zak When I first saw her, I knew my fate was sealed with hers. There she sat, my fated mate. The only problem was she was human and I was a werewolf. The council would never allow her to become Luna. I had to stay away from her to protect her, but could I resist the mate pull?

On the day of my mate-bonding ceremony, someone threw a corrosive potion at me, leaving my face disfigured. In front of everyone, Oliver Fielding—my fated mate, the one promised to me for eight years—coldly rejected me and claimed the Alpha's younger stepsister, Isabella Dorsey, instead. That same night, Alpha Lucas Dorsey placed a moonstone ring in my hand. "If Oliver won't claim you, then I will. And I'll make sure you get justice." He brushes his fingers over my corroded, scarred cheek and whispers tenderly, "Evelyn, even in such a state, you're more beautiful than anyone else." Since he claimed me, Lucas has treated me like something sacred. He remembers every little thing I love and hate. Even when the painful memories overwhelm me and I lash out in panic, he just presses a kiss to my palm, his pain lingering in the touch. How could I not be completely lost to him? However, three years later, I overhear Lucas speaking with his assassin outside the council chamber. "That silver-laced corrosive potion I had you prepare—was the dosage correct?" The assassin hesitates before replying, "Alpha, if you care about Evelyn so much, why would you—" "Isabella wants Oliver, so I'll help her by removing the obstacle—Evelyn." He runs his thumb over the herbal sachet I made him and murmurs, "It's just… I've grown strangely reluctant to let Evelyn go. She's my pawn, after all." I wipe away my tears. If I'm nothing more than an obstacle to him, I'll save him the trouble and walk away on my own.

I married Emory, my fated mate. But he never loved me. His first love, Ophelia, was stricken with the Lunar Blight. Her dying wish, she said, was to have a mating ceremony with Emory, to become his Luna. I refused. From that day on, to Emory and our son Leo, I was nothing but a selfish, cruel woman. Leo would intentionally feed me things I was allergic to. He’d pretend to get lost during the winter hunt, leaving me to search for him in a blizzard for a day and a night until I nearly died… It was all to keep me from disturbing Emory and Ophelia. So when he started crying and throwing a tantrum, demanding I go catch him a Silver-Frost Rabbit from the dangerous depths of the forest at night, I finally said no. “You don’t have to keep making me sick anymore,” I told him. “I won’t bother your father and Ophelia again.” Because I’m terminally ill. My wolf is fading. I’m going to die soon.

Ericka, an orphan, maltreated from a young age, finally gets adopted by a prestige family but soon after, her perfect life turns disasterous after the sudden death of her foster dad. Her foster mother blames everything on her and soon after gets her married into one of the most successful family in the country. But what happens when Ericka finds out that the man she's about to marry is none other than her childhood best friend, who she had abandoned years ago?. Xander, her childhood bestfriend maltreats her because of this during their marriage.

After losing his life saving a girl from a robber, the man is given a chance of reincarnation by a god. However, he feels cheated when he lives a second life with a body that does not match his expectations. With a new name of Edvans or Vans, as he was called, he acquired magic powers and a pair of swords from the god. However, conflicts with the god who used him forced Vans into politics and interracial struggles in the Kingdom of Fostia. On his epic journey, Vans uncovers the mystery of his destiny while facing awe-inspiring challenges and obstacles. With courage and determination, he finds his place in this complicated world and seeks to fulfill his true purpose. "Two Fates of Vans" combines political intrigue, the mystery of destiny, and incredible strength in a thrilling adventure. Watch as Vans uncovers the truth and discovers his destiny in a fantasy world filled with challenges and wonders.

A flash flood swept down from the mountains, causing me to become caught in a car crash. As five steel bars pierced through me, I could feel my blood pouring out in torrents as my life hung by a thread. My husband rushed to the scene. Instead of coming to me, he cradled his true love from the passenger seat and walked away. He didn't even glance in my direction. I was in and out of the ICU three times, clinging to life. Not once did he visit me. His attention was wholly fixed on the girl, who only had a mild concussion. After nearly ten years of deceiving myself, I couldn't keep playing the fool any longer. The day I was discharged, I asked my husband, Dominic Davis, for a divorce. I had survived by sheer luck, and I wasn't about to waste any more time with a husband who didn't love me.

On our third wedding anniversary, I waited for Xander Christian for five hours at his favorite restaurant. Once again, he has disappeared. In the end, I found out where he went on the social media of his childhood sweetheart, Josie Law. He took her to Antartrica. [I just said I was in a bad mood, so he ditched the whole world just to cheer me up. Turns out, he cheers me up much more than the penguins.] In the photos, it was all icy and frosty, but he held her gently in his arms. I had never seen such blazing warmth in his eyes. Not once was it ever directed at me. At that moment, I was just tired. I was too tired to question. I was too tired to fight. I was too tired to cry. I simply liked the post and sent him a short message, [Let's get a divorce.] A long time later, he finally replied with a voice message, his tone was full of careless amusement, "Sure. I'll sign the papers when I'm back. We'll see who ends up begging me not to leave." Those who were loved and favored were often fearless. He didn't believe my words at all. Yet, Xander— No one was truly indispensable. People would only stay because they were in love. From this moment on, I no longer loved you.

My father was the most feared Don in all of Sicelia. He ran every illicit arms deal and casino in the underworld, his name alone sent shivers through the Mafia world. He worried that, as his only heir, I might fall for the wrong man. So he ordered every family to send a representative, and I would choose my marriage partner by lot. I drew Bernardo Vito, heir of the Vito family. It was an arranged marriage, but I still wanted to meet him in person. To keep up appearances before the evening banquet, I stopped by a haute couture boutique. The moment I stepped inside, my eyes landed on a deep crimson velvet gown. Just as I reached for it, a sharp voice pierced the air. "I want that dress she's holding. Wrap it up for me." Before I could even react, a clerk snatched it from my hands. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay calm. "I saw this dress first, and I was ready to pay. Is this how you treat your customers?" The woman laughed, as if I had just told the world's funniest joke. Her gaze roamed me with contempt, and she sneered: "This dress is worth five million dollars. A country bumpkin like you can only look. "Me? I am Bernardo Vito's favorite assistant. In this city, nothing I want is ever taken from me!" I could not help but laugh. Bernardo Vito? The very man I had drawn in the marriage lot? I pulled out my phone and dialed. "Bernardo, your favorite assistant just stole the dress I had my eye on. What are you going to do about it?"