Hyper Realistic Squidward

Claire was KCPD homicide detective at Kibich central precinct. She was engaged to Adams, a mythology professor at Kibich University. Their life together was perfect until one fateful morning. Detective Claire woke to a phone call that notified her of her father’s mysterious death. She called her mother; they had separated with the father, to let her know of the news. In the confusion of her father’s death, across the street from the scene, she saw a man watching. She went to confront him but he was long gone when she got there. Before she could go back to the crime scene, she received a call from her mother with a question of whether ‘Vivienda de Vampiros’ meant anything to her. Without a clue, her mother apologized to her and promised to let her know more about her family history, who she really was and, BLOOD CITY. Later, her mother explained to her that she was born in a vampire hunter’s family. She was meant to be a vampire hunter. From that moment on, her life took a much-unexpected turn to the worst. She took her time to study more about vampires. As she was busy hunting her father’s killer, she crossed paths with Daniel, a vampire that, against all odds was protecting her and her family. The unfolding of events led to her having feelings for the Vampire. This became a wedge between her and Adams. Later Adams was manipulated by Catherine in the name of love to get close to Claire but was finally turned which led to his death. Later, she was able to defeat and kill Thomas and Catherine with the help of her mother and Daniel. In the end, Claire and Daniel married and lived happily ever after.

Lucy Cheng aka Lilith Yama, saved Williams stallion 3 years ago, that, which led her to becoming a secret agent of the specials agency ( an agency for people with abilities) 3 years later they meet again in which she doesn't recongnise him and she is on a mission to find out the cause of the strange deaths happening all over the world and those behind it. Williams, who had been searching frantically for her for the past 3 years, hides his true identity in order to get close to her. She is a demon, he is a.... I dunno, a human I guess She is the princess of hell, he is the CEO of E. C ,one of the top ranking companies in the world. She is a secret agent, he is the best student of the forensic department of Netherland university She is cold hearted,narcissistic, ruthless and bloodthirsty and he is cunning, cruel, deceptive and psychopathic She is a sweet but crazy lover, he is a possesive yandere who pretends to be a cute cinnamon roll They are truly a perfect match made in... Hell? Warning: This isn't your normal lovey dovey romance. Remember this is a work of FICTION there are some things that are bound to be unrealistic. There are some places or information in here that are not so in real life however I'll try to make it realistic as possible Disclaimer: the book cover pic is gotten from Google. Also their is a bit of gore.

Zach Garrett must go to any lengths to avenge the death of his wife and his unborn child. The Kents are the targets for his revenge. Will his vengeance bring him the closure he so desires? How far will he go? Is there redemption for this man in pain? Regrets? Hope? Read to find out yourself.

After her mother got pregnant with her at age sixteenth, she also went through hell to raise her. Years later Kimberly met her father's son whom she later fell in love with.

When he was 8, she was 3 and a fairy at a Halloween party. His eyes could not leave her side. When he was 15, she was 10, they met at the school entrance, she was in a hurry with her parents and did not see him but he did, his eyes lingered on her every step. When he was 19 she was 14, and was the feisty little thing he has ever seen but then she disappeared... He kept her deeply in his heart, and was eager to meet her again until he saw her as a lady of the night.

I was sitting at the police station. My landlord scolded me harshly and pointed at my nose. Out of nowhere, my mother called and berated me mercilessly. “Chloe went to your place and disappeared! Did you lose her?!” “I know you’ve had grudges against me and your brother all these years, but how could you take it out on your niece?” In my previous cycle, when my mother told me Chloe was missing, I panicked and searched for her everywhere. Instead of helping, my mom and brother’s entire family dragged me to court without hesitation. I could not understand it. Chloe disappeared on her way to my place. How was that my fault? I begged the police to clear my name and review all the surveillance footage in the city. But the footage showed Chloe arriving at my door that day, and I opened the door for her. After that, she was gone, as if she had vanished into thin air. I stared blankly at the footage of her hopping cheerfully into my apartment. I had no way to explain myself. My sister-in-law lost it. She was convinced I had killed Chloe and threw boiling oil at my face in a fit of rage. I ended up in the hospital. I was disfigured and completely crushed, both physically and emotionally. No matter how hard I tried, I could not recall ever opening the door for Chloe. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Chloe disappeared.

My wife went viral by copying someone else. After some netizens shamed her looks, she became obsessed with plastic surgery. Eventually, an illegal clinic tricked her into spending thirty thousand dollars, claiming they could make her into a celebrity. She even forced me to fund her dream by feeding our daughter pesticides. However, I knew that the clinic used implants from stolen corpses. Before long, her face would start to rot. I spent ages convincing her to choose a professional cosmetic hospital instead, saving her life. Later, though, her best friend became an internet star after undergoing plastic surgery. In comparison, my wife’s appearance had only improved slightly after the cosmetic treatment. In a fit of jealousy, she burned my daughter and me alive. “It’s your fault I couldn’t make it big! You deserve to die!” When I next opened my eyes, I returned to the day my wife asked me for money.

The day my husband was away on a business trip, I received a notification for a hotel charge. As I watched the video on my phone of him kissing his secretary on their way to the room, I dialed his number. “Honey, you need to come home right away. Mom was in a serious car accident,” I said. Before I could finish, Xavier Smith cut me off. “It’s just a car accident. We’ll deal with it if she dies.” He hung up without a hint of concern and went back to his cozy time with his secretary in their hotel room. He was completely unaware that the woman in critical condition at the hospital wasn’t my mom. It was his.

Para kay Elizabeth Marie, si Thaddeus ang pinakapogi at pinaka-reliable na lalaki sa balat ng lupa. Bata pa lamang sila ay ito na ang kasangga niya sa hirap man o ginhawa. Ngunit nagbago ang lahat nang maligwak siya mula sa top section ng TOP Academy. Nakilala niya si Lester, ang bago niyang classmate sa section 2. Ito ang unang lalaki na nagtanggol sa kaniya laban sa mga bruha niyang classmate at naging kaibigan niya. Hindi lang ‘yon, ipinaramdam din nito sa kaniya kung paano maging isang babae—iyong tipong hindi siya tinuturing na barkada kundi isang reyna. Para tuloy siyang nasa cloud nine… At may dumagdag pa sa eksena, si Bruce na kasing hyper niya. Napapantayan nito ang energy niya na umabot sa Mt. Everest ang taas. Tuwang-tuwa siya kapag ito ang kasama. Naguguluhan tuloy siya kung sino sa tatlo ang pipiliin niya. Sino nga ba?

Tunnels deconstructs the individual’s Romantic fascination with ‘love’ or the grammaticality of beauty. Ideally, the ‘tunnels’ in the collection are subterranean love poems from the suburban imaginary. These seemingly syntactic tunnels travel through one’s literary imagination or heterotopic dreamscapes, and while αγάπη (Greek for ‘love’) inspires these rhizomic tunnels to navigate the abysmal ‘meta-spectacle’ of gesture, language or moment of poemness, the mind like the many-colored jeepneys of Manila, where driving past roast goose restaurants in Shek Kip Mei or spotting stilt houses in Kampong Kleang, attempt to explore the transgeneric textualities of the everyday, alongside the unstructurality of time and space, the littoral and the liminal.