Icarus Laughed As He Fell Poem

Bradley Oliver Jones was eight years old when he first heard "Phantom of the Opera" in New York.The lights gleaming across the stage, the voices of the performers ringing through the theater in a way that brought tears to the eyes of those listening. A wonderful canvas of brilliance painted bright by the dull colors of the world.The performance brought something wonderful to Bradley Oliver Jones.The theatre brought magic, brought light, brought hope into the mind of a little eight year old kid.A kid now dead set on being on that stage.And suddenly, the world was on fire, and everything was possible.

As a self-proclaimed biggest fan of the web novel "The Evil Villainess is My Lover", it's everyone's dream to meet the character in real life, including Suna Mikiya. Her dreams were almost fulfilled when she helped the transgressor Noel Kieran and Ricky Kruger to find their items. And just like she wished, she became one of the most powerful and beautiful beings in that world. Two pair of wings? Check! Beautiful eyes? Check! Silky skin that felt scaly? Uh…Check? Tails and horns? Wait.

Alpha bilang pinakamataas, Beta bilang normal, at Omega naman bilang pinakamababa. Nang nadiskubre ng mga tao ang ikalawang sekswalidad (secondary sexuality), ito na ang naging basehan nila ng estado sa buhay. Nang matuklasan ni Nikko na isang siyang omega, pinakamababang secondary sexuality, nawalan na siya ng tiwala sa ibang tao. Alam niya ang trato ng mga tao sa mga kauri niya kaya naman pakiramdam niya ay lahat ng mga tao ay pinagbabalakan siya ng masama. Ang tanging tao na pinagkakatiwalaan lamang niya ay ang matalik na kaibigan niyang si Pier - isang alpha. Bilang isang alpha at omega, manatili pa rin kaya ang pagkakaibigan nila sa oras na magsimula na ang problema nila tungkol sa ikalawang sekswalidad nila? O may mas malalim pa na koneksyon na mabubuo sa pagitan nilang dalawa?

About three things I was definitely positive about. First I shouldn't have fallen in love with a human. Second, I shouldn't have given up my position as the guardian of the sky for him. And third, I shouldn't have gotten involved when I found out my human lover was the heir to the throne of the wizard king.

A female CEO died in a unexpected way but life give her second chance. She woke up in a strange magical world and the most strangest thing is that she is their wife. Yup.'their'! She have 4 husbands and they all hate her. Will she find love? Will she survive in a world where almost everyone hates her and want her dead?

He rejected her. They exiled her. Now she’s back—to burn it all down. Once mocked and cast aside for her weight, Clara Wren was left to die by the very pack she called family—and by the mate she loved most, Damien Storm. But death never came. In the shadows of the forbidden forest, Clara was reborn—beautiful, powerful, and vengeful—as Liora Rivers. Years later, fate plays a wicked game when Liora is forced into marriage with Damien, the same Alpha who once shattered her. He doesn’t recognize her. But she remembers everything. Her plan is simple: seduce him, gain the pack’s trust, and destroy them from within. But secrets are never safe in Silverpine. As love resurfaces, lies unravel, and enemies close in, Liora must choose between revenge and redemption—before her past consumes her future. And before the price of her power comes due.

My boyfriend, Simon Hepworth, gets down on one knee for the 66th time. Moved by his persistence, I finally say yes. But on the eve of our wedding, he drops a bombshell on me. He tells me he wants to have a child with his stepsister, Fiona Hepworth. I find it ridiculous and get into a huge fight with him. But I never could've imagined what would come next. On our wedding day, I wait at the altar for three hours, bouquet in my hands, only for him to dismissively tell me that the wedding is postponed. All because he and Fiona have an IVF appointment that very day. "Fiona was abused by her father growing up. She'll never be able to marry," he explains. "I just want to help her fulfill her dream of being a mother. It's just IVF. It's not like we're actually sleeping together. Stop being so sensitive." He then hangs up, leaving me alone at the wedding under the gaze of countless guests and flashing media cameras. The shock sends my father into the ICU. Standing by his bedside, I make a vow. "Dad, you were right. I won't marry Simon. Next week, I'll come home and take over the family business."

I messed up—big time. Blurting out at a family dinner that my boss, neighbor, and best friend’s brother, Arnold, asked me to be his wedding date was not my finest moment. Mortified, I’m ready to apologize and smooth things over with his family, but Arnold? He’s not having it. Instead, he doubles down, proposing a wild plan: a fake relationship that suits us both.The deal? Three months of playing the perfect couple while my toddler and I live in his house, rent-free. In return, Arnold shields me from my toxic ex, and I help him dodge the town’s relentless matchmaking efforts. It’s the perfect arrangement—until the lines between fake and real start to blur.Arnold’s not just playing a role. He’s reading bedtime stories to my son, cooking us meals, and kissing me like the world might end if he stops. With every tender touch and stolen glance, he makes me feel seen, desired, in a way I’ve never known. The guestroom feels colder each night when his strong, tattooed arms are just down the hall, calling to me.As our forbidden kisses deepen, so does the risk. Are we crafting a love that could break us? Or are we building something breathtakingly real?

Evelyn — They said the mate bond was sacred. That he'd protect me. Cherish me. Stay. But while I was screaming in a hospital bed, bringing his child into the world— he was in hers. Now I carry more than his baby. I carry the truth no one wants to say out loud. And I’m done pretending I wasn’t the one left bleeding.

For three agonizing years, my mother struggled with kidney failure. Finally, after all the waiting and the constant dialysis, she was next in line for a transplant. Hope seemed so close. But then, my husband, Zachary Levi, an esteemed nephrology professor, did the unforgivable. He surreptitiously gave his lover's mother the kidney that was intended for my mother. He said almost dismissively, "Ella's mother couldn't wait any longer. Your mother's been on dialysis for so long, she's not going to die anytime soon." Later, my mother passed away. I called Zachary one final time. Yet, it was a woman who answered. "Margaret, right? Zachary's in the shower. Is there something you need?" I stared at my mother's smile on the gravestone, and an overwhelming emptiness spread through me. "It's nothing. Just wanted to talk about the divorce."