Hollow Middle Crossword Clue

Après que ma vingtième demande de lien mental ait été ignorée par mes parents, j'ai foncé vers le Conseil des affaires de la meute. Le rapport médical en main, j'ai lancé sans préambule : « Bonjour, je veux renoncer à mon identité au sein de la meute... et IMMÉDIATEMENT ! » Dix minutes plus tard, mes parents ont fait irruption dans la salle, traînant ma sœur adoptive Elsa. Tous les trois avaient l'air terrifié. Mon père, un Bêta, les crocs apparents et les griffes frémissantes, s'est avancé en hurlant : « Tu n'es qu'une enfant gâtée en quête d'attention ! Arrête ton numéro, tu me fais honte ! » Ma mère, médecin légiste de la meute, a arraché mon rapport, y a jeté un coup d'œil et a ricané : « Tu as falsifié ça juste pour qu'on s'intéresse à toi ? Tu as toujours été une menteuse pathologique. » Elsa, accrochée à leurs manches, sanglotait : « C'est de ma faute… Je devrais pas insister pour organiser cette cérémonie de transformation… Je suis désolée, mais Jennifer, arrête de mentir pour manipuler la culpabilité de papa et maman ! » Je me suis calmement essuyé le sang qui coulait de mon nez, me suis redressée et ai répété à la conseillère : « Je n'ai plus de famille depuis longtemps. Effacez toutes mes traces du registre de la meute. Mes funérailles sont dans trois jours, et je veux pas les retarder. »

Stanley Hamilton and I were basically Southport's favorite hate-watch couple. For Elodie—my oh-so-perfect adopted sister—he wrecked my company and had my parents thrown in prison. I, in turn, drove Elodie to her death, making him watch as she jumped off a rooftop. Our forced marriage? Just a slow ride from mutual disgust straight into mutual destruction. Then came the car explosion. Stanley, who'd hated me forever, still used his last breath to shove me out of the blast. "Vivienne Weston, one lifetime tangled with you is enough. If there's a next one, let's never meet." He touched the tattoo of Elodie's name on his neck, smiling faintly as the flames took him. After he died, I wandered through life half-dead myself until illness finished the job. When I woke up in the past, staring at two betrothal contracts, I didn't hesitate—I picked the guy everyone swore was insane. Stanley and my dad? I handed them right back to Elodie. This time, I wanted no meetings, no memories, no strings. Ever again.

Madam Pratt, my mother-in-law, was in critical condition after a car accident, desperately needing surgery. However, as the lead surgeon, I—Lilianne Davis—stood by, casually scrolling through short videos on my phone. My best friend, Tiffany Owens, who was also a doctor, was far more anxious than I was. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the operating room. “Lily, why are you still stalling? Hurry up and save her!” I took a step back, clutching my stomach in pain as her face twisted in shock. “I have cramps so bad I can’t even stand. You do it.” In my last life, the moment I heard about Madam Pratt’s accident, I had swallowed a painkiller and rushed into surgery, working for hours to stabilize her. I had barely stepped away from the operating table when alarms blared. “Lilianne, what have you done? The patient is experiencing acute hemolysis!” “Call the family now!” Gareth Pratt stormed in, his face twisted with rage. He slapped me hard in the face. “Lil, you’re a professional surgeon, yet you gave my mother the wrong blood transfusion?!” I froze, reaching for Madam Pratt’s medical report to explain, only to find that the A-type blood I had seen before had somehow changed to B-type. The medical board arrived, and a blood test revealed traces of hallucinogens in my system. “Unbelievable! Taking illegal substances before surgery? That’s a cardinal sin for a doctor!” In the chaos, Emma Pratt, Gareth’s teenage sister, grabbed a scalpel and stabbed me multiple times. Blood gushed from my arteries, and I collapsed in a pool of crimson. As my vision faded, I couldn’t understand what had happened. I had never taken illegal drugs. Besides, I was absolutely certain of Madam Pratt’s blood type. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment right before stepping into the operating room.

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

My husband is the perfect doctor… or so everyone thinks. However, he delays the critical treatment of an accident patient so he can accompany his first love's son. Later, he even secretly switches out a patient's medication and watches as she dies from the pain. That way, he can take her heart and perform a heart transplant for his first love's son. What he doesn't know is that the patient whose heart he's taken is his daughter's. She's disfigured in an accident after her treatment is delayed. He calls her family's phone number, hoping they'll agree to donate her body to contribute to the medical field. That's when he hears my phone ring.

After my granddaughter is bullied by her classmates, the bully's family not only refuses to apologize but behaves arrogantly as well. Since they have connections in the city, the school doesn't dare intervene. I turn to the police, but they only urge me to let it go. The bully's family even boasted that they have people in the court, daring me to sue them. With every path to justice cut off, I have no choice but to take out the two Medals of Honor left behind after my son and daughter-in-law died in service, and kneel at the gates of the military compound. Six years ago, when the general personally delivered those medals to our home, he'd said, "Your son and daughter-in-law gave their lives for the country. They are heroes, martyrs, and the pride of our nation." But now, I want to ask him again. Why is it that when a martyr's daughter is bullied, no one protects her?

My mate, Kael, got killed by rogues while trying to save me. He left behind a debt of ten million and a child, not yet a year old. Out of guilt and longing for Kael, I refused the advances of many excellent werewolves and never accepted a second chance, mate. I worked endlessly to raise my child and pay off the debt. But during a business meeting at a hotel, I saw my mate—who was supposed to be dead—lying in bed with my stepsister, Lila.

When Peter, my father-in-law, suffered a heart attack and needed an urgent transplant, the hospital miraculously had a compatible heart. Helen, my mother-in-law and I were overjoyed. We thought it was a blessing from above. However, just as we were getting ready for surgery, Nate, my husband, disappeared with the compatible heart. When we finally reached him by phone, it was Camile, his first love. “Nate is busy prepping for my dad’s heart surgery. Stop distracting him!” Helen was trembling with fury. On her way to confront Nate, she got into a car accident and ended up in a critical condition. I begged Nate to come back and operate on her, but he walked into another operating room. In the end, my in-laws died. Their bodies were donated for organ transplant. It was not until later that I found out that their organs had been donated to Camile’s family.

"Anong dahilan ito ng pakikipaghiwalay mo?" tanong ni Zeus kay Maureen, "hindi kita mapaligaya sa kama? anong kalokohan ito?" "Totoo naman, hindi mo ako mapaligaya sa kama. Uuwi ka ng bahay, matapos ang ilang linggo mong pagkawala, tapos, lalayasan mo ulit ako pagkatapos. Kaya tama yang nababasa mo, hindi mo nameet ang standards na gusto ko!" sagot ni Maureen sa lalaki. "Talaga ba? Ilan ang gusto mo? makapito tayo sa isang gabi? Sige, humanda ka sa akin pag uwi---" hindi na nito naituloy ang sinasabi dahil agad niya itong sinagot. "Sino namang may sabing uuwian pa kita? ano ako, baliw?" kaagad pinutol ni Maureen ang tawag na iyon. Alam niyang galit na galit ito sa kanya. Subalit pagod na siyang habulin ang lalaki, gayong ang trato nito sa kanya ay isang basura! Tapos na ang pagiging masunurin niyang asawa. Sinayang lang nito ang pagmamahal niya. Paglipas ng panahon, naging isa siyang successful na fashion designer. Napapalibutan na siya ng mga bata at gwapong kalalakihan. Madalas niyang nakakasalamuha sa mga events ang dati niyang asawa. Minsan, kinorner siya nito sa sulok saka hinalikan. "Maureen, mahalin mo ulit ako, please.." pakiusap nito. "Gaya ng dati. Handa akong magpaalipin sayo, balikan mo lang ako."

Limang taon ng matinding pag-ibig ang nagwakas sa pinakamapait na paraan. Iniwan ni William Ferrer si Erin sa araw mismo ng kanilang kasal—para sagipin si Menchie, ang kababata nitong nagtangkang magpakamatay. Sa puntong iyon, napagtanto ni Erin ang isang masaklap na katotohanan: hindi niya kayang tunawin ang pusong yelo ni William. Buong tatag niyang tinapos ang lahat ng koneksyon sa lalaki at nilisan ang Cebu, patungong Maynila upang magsimula ng bagong buhay. Ngunit sa isang gabing puno ng alak at pangungulila, napunta siya sa isang hindi inaasahang sitwasyon—nagising sa kama ng isang cold-hearted billionaire na kaaway pa ng kanyang kapatid na si Randell. Walang iba kundi si Blake Gener! Sa pagsikat ng araw, tahimik siyang gumapang papalayo upang makatakas sa lalaki. Ngunit bago pa man siya makalayo, hinatak siya pabalik sa kama ng lalaki. Ang tinig ni Blake, mabagal at mapanukso, ay bumulong sa kanyang tainga, habang ang mga daliri nito ay dumadampi sa sariwang marka ng kiss mark sa sariling leeg: “My Little Erin.., akala mo ba makakatakas ka matapos mo akong angkinin? Hinalikan mo ako nang ganito— kailangan mo akong panagutan.” Sa mataas na lipunan ng mga mayayaman, kilala si Blake, ang nagmamay ari ng B&G corporation, bilang isang lalaking malamig at aloof. Ngunit walang nakakaalam ng kanyang lihim—ang kanyang pagmamahal sa kapatid ng kanyang mortal na kaaway. Mula noong may mangyari sa kanila ni Erin, bumaba siya sa kanyang pedestal. Ang paghanga ay nauwi sa obsesyon. Bilyun-bilyon ang ginastos niya para bilhin ang isang buong isla para lamang sa babae. Gulat man, hindi naiwasang magtanong ni Erin sa lalaki.. “Bakit ginagawa mo ang lahat ng ito para sa akin, Blake?” “Para sayo, my Little Erin.. Handa akong magpakababa, at bilhin ang mundo, basta, mahalin mo rin ako..”