How Did Makima Die

Everybody said my life was over after Brad Coleman called off his engagement with me. I had been with him for five years. The things I had done to pander to him had left my reputation in tatters. Nobody was willing to be with a woman like me anymore. After word started spreading within our social circle that Brad had gotten a new lover, everybody was waiting for me to go crawling back to him. However, what they did not know was that I had volunteered to take my younger sister's place and go to a faraway city, Clason City, to get married. Before I got married, I returned the treasure box that Brad had given to me. The coupon for a free wish that he had given me when he was younger was still in it. I left without leaving anything behind. However, one day after a long time, Brad suddenly thought of me. "It's been a while since I last heard from Leah Young. Is she dead?" he said. Meanwhile, I was awakened by kisses from my new husband. "Good girl, Leah. You promised me to go four rounds. We can't go any less…"

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.

Fate is very cruel to every body but is it? Well life is not fair just like the two inlove creatures who meet just to broke ones heart into pieces. Ashianie is a badass like girl who knows we can tell as an independent sexy young lady. That will do everything if she love that person. But fate did not in favor with her so it finds a way to break her heart into pieces that she even thought she could not fix it again.

Anslem, a fifteen years old high school student who had earlier have a very rough experience of being forcefully penetrated by his elder brother. An incident that led to the separation of his parents, has left a scare in his heart. Forced to stay with his mum and got enrolled into Montessori boarding school, Anslem was now forced to live a life he had earlier termed as disgusting. He soon got hooked to a group of friends who are known as the gay club and after so many struggles, Anslem finally adopted to the way and pattern of the gay club and soon found himself at the top affair of the club. unknown to his mum, Anslem was not just a student but an multi Billionaire and influential personality. The struggle begins when his mum got to find out of his newly found life but seems as if it was too late as he has come to normalized himself in the gay world.

Shane realized that his family is in trouble and he has less than a year to find the money to solve the problem. However, he has to go to college and he made up his mind to follow his childhood crush to the college she will go to. However, will things work out the way he wants it to? And will he still feel the same way about her when he goes to college? After all, he will be surrounded by a lot of beautiful women.

Arya is a young Omega living in a world where Omegas don’t mean much. Abandoned by her family she has been raised in an Institution for Omegas and sold at an auction. Her buyer appears to be a mysterious rich merchant who enjoys BDSM. However he decides to buy a well educated Omega to mark his presence in the local society. They start to live together and lots of tension and awkward situations appear.

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life. And in the end, I chose to forgive him. Several months later, he crashed into a guardrail while answering a phone call, causing me to miscarry. The injury left me unable to conceive for life. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his voice choked with remorse. "Darling, I don't deserve you. I'm so sorry… We don't need children. We have each other, isn't that enough?" One day, I went to bring him lunch, only to find him in the next hospital room, cradling and feeding the woman he swore he'd never see again. "She's too weak to eat by herself," he said. "She has early-stage stomach cancer. There's no one else to take care of her… she's all alone." I chose to believe him. Again. Until one day, a pair of twins appeared in our home. Sophie Dixon knelt before me, wearing the postpartum gown he had once lovingly picked out for me, clutching my hand with tears streaming down her face. "It's all my fault. Please don't blame Jaxon. If you say the word, I'll leave with the children immediately." Jaxon grabbed my other hand, desperation thick in his voice. "Lauren, you've always been the kindest person I know. The children are still so young. How could Sophie possibly raise them alone? You wouldn't be that cruel… would you?" I looked down at the hands gripping mine from both sides, and suddenly, I laughed. "Jaxon, let's get a divorce. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."

Tall, handsome, sweet, compassionate caring, and smart? Oh, now you're making me laugh! But it's true, that's how you would describe Nathan Taylor, the 28-year-old lawyer who took California by storm. Ladies would swoon at the sight of him but he was married to Anette, his beautiful wife of 5 years. Their lives looked perfect from the outside with Anette being the perfect wife and Nathan being the loving husband. However, things were not as simple as that. Nathan Taylor was hiding things from Anette, he carried on with his life like everything was okay when in reality Anette would be crushed if she found out what he was up to. But what if she already knew? What happens when the 28-year-old Anette takes the law into her own hands and gives Nathan a little taste of his own medicine? ~ "Anette, I didn't think you'd find out about this I'm sorry." The woman said and Anette stared at her, a smile plastered on her face. "Oh don't worry sweetheart. There's nothing to apologize for. All is fair in love and war."

Emmanuel High School, one of the prestigious schools in the Philippines, one crime destroyed its reputation because a student named Nate Keehl died inside the classroom, many cops believe that he committed suicide, but one detective alias ‘S’ learned that someone murdered him. He suspected six students for the crime. Six students, six lives, six secrets. Will he find out the culprit’s real identity or it could lead to his death?

Um das Meervolk vor der Auslöschung zu bewahren, beschloss ich, an Land zu gehen und meinen Sandkastenfreund Cyrus zu verführen, der inzwischen zum Alpha-König aufgestiegen war. Tatsächlich liebte er mich noch immer – drei Tage und drei Nächte verbrachten wir in leidenschaftlicher Ekstase. Kaum war ich aus dem Rausch der Lust erwacht und wollte mich freuen, da übergoss er mich mit ätzender Flüssigkeit. Ich schrie vor Schmerz auf, doch Cyrus lachte nur kalt. „So kann also auch eine unsterbliche Meerjungfrau Schmerzen empfinden?“ „Das ist erst der Anfang. Solange du mir nicht sagst, wo meine Eltern sind, wirst du keinen einzigen ruhigen Tag mehr haben!“ Er war überzeugt, dass das Meervolk für das Verschwinden seiner Eltern verantwortlich war. Von da an musste ich mit ansehen, wie er absichtlich mit seiner Geliebten Emily flirtete; musste die Meerjungfrauen-Perle aus meinem Herzen nehmen, um Emilys Gesundheit zu stärken; musste unter höllischen Schmerzen barfuß tanzen, um Emily in den Schlaf zu wiegen … Er hasste mich bis ins Mark, doch jedes Mal, wenn ich dem Tod nahe war, nahm er mich auch in die Arme und flößte mir Medizin ein. Mal war er grausam: „Glaubst du etwa, ich liebe dich und kann dir deshalb nichts anhaben? Alle quält sie weiter!“ Mal war er sanft: „Sei brav und sag mir – wo sind meine Eltern wirklich?“ Schweigend ertrug ich seine widersprüchliche Liebe. Bald würde ich das Geheimnis über seine Eltern nicht mehr hüten müssen. Denn wenn eine Meerjungfrau drei Jahre an Land bleibt, ohne ins Meer zurückzukehren, wird sie unweigerlich zu Schaum. Bis zu meiner Todesstunde blieben nur noch drei Tage.