Invincible Season 3 Episode 8 Cast

"I love you so much Chelsey," Chad cried while holding the lifeless body of his beloved childhood sweetheart. It was heartbreaking for Kristina and Nathaniel to see their elder son crying while holding his girlfriend, Chelsey who was bathing with her own blood after a tragic vehicular accident. "I just can't believe it's actually happening now Nats," Kristina told her husband. Her heart is broken seeing how painful it was for her elder son Chad, grieving for his girlfriend's loss, who seemed to be his love since they were young. Chelsey and Chad's journey for love is like a roller coaster. Will they meet again, after this tragedy?

Overpowered by the strong hands who grabbed her by the hair and pulled her along, dragging her into a dark room that recks of urine and cigarettes. Hurled her inside. His hands still gripping her hair and not doubt if he let go, some strands of hair would fall of. Undeniably, the pains were suffocating. When she stares at his dark eyes, the only thing she saw was darkness. “Let go, let go of me you bastard!” She spit out. That only made his mighty five fingers appear on her face. Which sent her head spinning on her neck. He made her kiss the earth. And slowly breathed in her face. “Your life ends here....” his voice was deep baritone and cruel and that was when she felt the shivers down her spine. How did the nerdy Elina find her way into the merciless billionaire’s court?

Emily Rose Stewart, 23 tahun, kehilangan kontak dengan kekasihnya dan kembali ke sebuah pulau di masa lalunya, dimana ia pernah mengalami kekelaman paling mengerikan. Kembali terjebak di antara Kembar-kembar bangsawan tampan Vagano dan tiga gadis tak dikenal yang misterius, ternyata Kutukan Angka Tiga belum berakhir setelah menghabisi 3 nyawa. Akankah Emily menjadi pengantin wanita seorang Vagano ataukah haruskah ia menjadi korban kutukan terakhir?

The legendary, all-powerful Goddess of War passed away and was reborn as a helpless and oppressed young woman who was a pushover. She had a despicable father and a scumbag fiancé who later broke off their engagement because of a pretentious bitch.She had a bad reputation and was often bullied.The reincarnated Sienna bore the title as a ‘good-for-nothing’ all the way without revealing her identity. She allegedly could not do anything, but actually...She was the unrivaled racing goddess, the brilliant doctor with superb medical skills, the best actress, the top hacker, and also the Goddess of War who had conquered countless powerhouses!Sienna only wanted to take revenge and get back at the people who had wronged her, but unexpectedly, a frail and weak rich man started showing interest in her and approaching her in all kinds of ways!She only accepted his approaches reluctantly because of his pitifully brief life.However, Sienna found out later that this man was not as simple as she had thought. It turned out that he was also an incredible man who had a lot of aces up his sleeves!What about his alleged brief life? Hah! He was a villain who would never die!

I was born a Rogue. At seven, my sorry excuse of a father almost sold me to a disgusting old wolf. Julian the Alpha saved me. He taught me how to fight, to have dignity. Another Alpha, Lucian, showed me how sweet life could be. They treated me like their precious treasure. It all changed when their childhood sweetheart Claire returned. Julian and Lucian stopped spending time with me, and even severed our mind link. I thought that if I worked harder and was more obedient—if I changed myself to suit their tastes a little more—I could get them back, even if it meant losing myself entirely. One day, everything ended. To protect Claire, they intentionally rigged the game and lost the match. They threw me into the Death Forest, full of savage Beasts. There, a Beast pounced at me, its sharp fangs tearing my neck apart. I closed my eyes, the smell of blood drowning me amidst the cheers. No one cared for me… None. So be it! No longer would I have any expectations!

"Yes, us. I don't want to marry you," Luna stated, her gaze fixed on Lucas's face, devoid of expression. "So, you're going to marry the pianist then?" Lucas guessed, causing Luna to become more certain that the man in front of her was already aware of everything. "Of course. I love him, so I will marry him," Luna replied, observing Lucas's reaction carefully. "But this time, I need this marriage," Luna continued, dismissing Lucas's scoffing smile. "And?" Lucas asked. "We'll make a prenuptial agreement," Luna declared. "Do you think I'll agree?" Lucas responded dismissively. "You have to agree. Whether you like it or not, we're going to make a prenuptial agreement," Luna insisted, prompting a threatening smile from Lucas. "Luna Estrada, you're too confident. Do you think I'd agree to this marriage? I even declined it," Lucas replied, belittling her. "We're not going to make a prenuptial agreement because we're never going to get married," Lucas added, causing Luna to clench her fists as if she had been rejected by the man before her. How could Luna Estrada face rejection? She couldn't allow it to happen. "Hahahahah." Luna forced a laugh, attempting to make it sound mocking to Lucas, although at this moment, she wished she could throw her heel at Lucas's head. "Then why did your grandfather force my grandfather to persuade me to accept this marriage, huh?" Luna said with traces of laughter in her voice, emphasizing each word. "Are you serious?" Lucas asked, his face showing mockery. "Didn't you ask your grandfather who would marry you? Weren't you suspicious? Who knows, maybe your grandfather was referring to my own grandfather, trying to match us," Luna's inner thoughts raced, attempting to calm herself.

By year four of our marriage, Scott had picked up a college girl—Gigi. Bright, beautiful, full of life. She had him, a billionaire, eating street food and chasing after her favorite esports player. Scott called. "Not coming home. Watching Joel Arnoult's match." Beside him, Gigi scoffed. "That boring old woman—does she even know who Joel Arnoult is?" They had no clue. The second the call ended, Joel had me pinned in the back of a dimly lit car. His teeth grazed my neck—sharp, teasing, a little painful. "Leila, if I win, how are you gonna reward me?"

Jatuh cinta dengan sahabat sendiri memang konyol. Namun, gadis pintar bernama Anara Emiley rela melakukan hal konyol tersebut selama delapan tahun lamanya. Daver Negarald. Laki-laki yang parasnya bak dewa Hermes, pemilik pesona yang memikat, mantan atlet kickboxing, serta misterius dan kaya raya. Semua manusia jelas pernah mengaguminya. Bukan salah Anara untuk memiliki perasaan tersebut. Akan tetapi, satu hal ini yang membuat Anara menyukai Daver. Laki-laki itu perhatian. Di saat latar belakang keluarganya hancur, Daver ada untuk menemani dan mendukungnya. Ketika Anara menaruh hatinya pada Daver selama beberapa tahun, Daver tidak pernah membalasnya. Hubungan persahabatan bertahun-tahun selama ini tidak membuat Daver jatuh hati pada Anara. Rupanya, ada satu alasan yang Daver miliki. Anara tahu alasan itu tetapi ia tetap mencintai Daver. Anara menerima risiko dan sabar. Barangkali ada saat di mana Daver mulai mencintainya, entah kapan. Dan ternyata.. memang ada saatnya.

Maria Yuri, seorang gadis dengan hidup yang membosankan. dia bertekad untuk pergi dari rumah yang selama ini ditempatinya. Tujuannya adalah Nusantara tempat dimana Kakaknya tinggal. Namun ketika dia baru sehari tinggal disana, kejadian demi kejadian terus menghampirinya. dan kejadian yang dia alami sangat diluar nalar. Mahluk fantasi seperti Drakula mulai menghampirinya dan ingin membunuhnya. dilain sisi tanpa dia ketahui dia berteman dengan beberapa mahluk fantasi lainnya. Bahkan Yuri sampai tertarik dan merasa nyaman dengan mahluk fantasi itu. akankah Yuri bertahan dengan kehidupan barunya? atau dia memutuskan untuk kembali ke kehidupannya yang membosankan?

A simple werewolf story starting during Xmas season. Delays and drama of an unwanted bond that arrived too late after broken hearts and dreams. It's a story of how young wolves move through the cold seasons of their hearts