It Is Quarter To Seven Artinya

 Speed-up evolution: An unnatural phenomenon that boosts every living creature's adaptation, body, and mind at a high-speed rate... When this phenomenon was in its starting phase, Mike and others are the only ones who receive the power without them knowing.  Knowing that mostly young ones are the ones who receive the speed-up evolution, people from the unknown started their large-scale kidnapping to experiment with the young. However, their plan was ruined when their ships that transport the young ones got sunk by unknown creatures.   Mike who was dragged to this messed was now sinking deep into the ocean as he started to lose consciousness.   (Die? A peaceful death? Like hell, I would let that happen!)    Struggle... Struggle...    With fate that shackles binding him pulling him into the deepest part of the ocean, he who struggles to survive with the resolved to go on the surface of the world once again.   The thing he did not know is that the world is now on the brink of horror as the world was about to change.  Twitter: @MeykCake Buy me a Coffee: https://ko-fi.com/meykcake Discord: MeykCake#8819

Seven years ago, I turned my back on my powerless fated mate, Soren, and chose a powerful Alpha instead. Now, I’m dying alone in this shitty apartment with seven days to live. The Moon's Glow is fading inside me. Without the Final Rite, my soul will be chained to this earth, a ghost doomed to an eternity of torment. And no Alpha will perform it for me. Coughing up another mouthful of blood, I dialed the one number I swore I’d never touch again. Soren. The mate I rejected. Now, the most powerful Alpha in the North. I begged him for the Final Rite. Moments later, his engine screamed down my street. But the boy I once knew was gone. The man staring back at me now held nothing but pure, undiluted hatred in his eyes. "Well, well. Look what we have here," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "The fallen princess. When are you going to finally drop dead? The second your heart stops, I’m dumping your corpse in the Feral Lands for the scavengers."

ในวันครบรอบงานวิวาห์ปีที่เจ็ดของเรา ฉันกำลังนั่งตักลูเซียนสามีมาเฟียของฉัน และจูบเขาอย่างดูดดื่ม นิ้วมือควานหาผลตรวจการตั้งครรภ์ที่ซ่อนอยู่ในกระเป๋าชุดราตรีผ้าไหมแสนแพง ฉันอยากจะเก็บข่าวเรื่องการตั้งครรภ์ที่มาอย่างไม่คาดฝันนี้ไว้จนกว่าจะถึงช่วงท้ายของค่ำคืนนี้ มาร์โกลูกน้องมือขวาของลูเซียนเอ่ยถามเป็นภาษาอิตาลีพร้อมรอยยิ้มแฝงเลศนัย “นายท่าน โซเฟีย นกน้อยตัวใหม่ของท่าน เด็ดไหมครับ?” เสียงหัวเราะแกมเย้ยหยันของลูเซียนแล่นผ่านทรวงอก ทำให้ฉันรู้สึกเย็นยะเยือกถึงกระดูกดำ เขาตอบกลับเป็นภาษาอิตาลี “เหมือนลูกพีชดิบที่เพิ่งเด็ดจากต้น ทั้งสดทั้งนุ่มนวลดีนะ” มือคู่นั้นลูบไล้ไปตามเอวของฉัน แต่สายตาของลูเซียนกลับไร้ซึ่งอารมณ์ “ปิดปากเอาไว้ให้สนิท ถ้านายหญิงของฉันรู้เข้า ฉันตายแน่” บรรดาลูกน้องหัวเราะคิกคักอย่างรู้ทัน พร้อมยกแก้วขึ้นสาบานว่าจะเงียบปากเอาไว้ เลือดอุ่นในกายของฉันค่อย ๆ กลายเป็นน้ำแข็งทีละนิด สิ่งหนึ่งที่คนเหล่านี้ไม่รู้เลยคือ คุณย่าของฉันมาจากเกาะซิซิลี ดังนั้นฉันจึงเข้าใจทุกคำที่พวกเขาพูดกัน ฉันพยายามคุมสติตนเองให้สงบ พร้อมกับปั้นรอยยิ้มไร้ที่ติในฐานะนายหญิงไม่ให้คลาย แต่มือข้างที่ถือแก้วแชมเปญกลับสั่นเทาไม่หยุด แทนที่จะสร้างเรื่องราวอะไร แต่ฉันกลับกดเปิดโทรศัพท์มือถือและเลื่อนหาจดหมายเชิญเรื่องโครงการวิจัยทางการแพทย์ระหว่างประเทศแบบรายบุคคลที่ได้รับมาเมื่อสองสามวันก่อน และกด “ยอมรับ” ภายในสามวัน ฉันจะหายไปจากโลกของลูเซียนแบบไม่ให้เขาตามหาได้อีก

Mélaine "Si j’avais su ! Franchement, si j’avais su que suivre ma meilleure amie en boîte ce vendredi soir allait provoquer un tel séisme dans ma vie, j’aurais enfilé mon pyjama pilou et binge-watché ma série préférée avec un pot de glace à la main." Mais voilà, le destin a toujours le chic pour se moquer de moi. Et me retrouver nez à nez avec lui, le lundi matin, dans MON bureau… après lui avoir accidentellement vomi dessus… ce n’était pas exactement l’image de « la femme fatale » que je rêvais de projeter. Thomas "Et qu’y a-t-il sous ces vêtements, Mademoiselle Vierra ?" Une question simple, presque innocente… sauf que dans ma bouche, elle sonnait comme une déclaration de guerre. Son regard s’est figé dans le mien, ses joues se sont empourprées, et moi… je n’ai vu qu’une proie délicieuse, un secret irrésistible. Ce qu’elle ignore, c’est qu’entre elle et moi, il n’y aura jamais de demi-mesure : amour ou vengeance, passion ou destruction, tendresse ou provocation… Nous ne marchons pas vers une romance tranquille, mais vers une tempête. Entre éclats de rire et étincelles, maladresses et attirances incontrôlées, Mélaine et Thomas se lancent dans une relation où chaque baiser peut être une promesse… ou une menace. Et le plus fou, c’est que ni l’un ni l’autre ne semble vouloir appuyer sur pause.

Sometimes we feel like its actually love but we maybe confused not its not may be its an attraction i guess

One lover is a self-made billionaire. One lover is a kind and doting banker. One lover treats her as the belle of every ball. And more lovers are hers to play with. All heads turn to her when Sienna White walks into a room. An unsettling beauty, eccentric personality, bewitching eyes, and accustomed to witty white lies, she lives her life as she pleases. After five years in a romantic and professional relationship with her girlfriend Sophia, a Silicon Valley startup CEO, Sienna flew to the UK to run the London office. Undergoing a pack of an open relationship, Sienna met Cameron, her ex-lover since college, who dedicated all he had to prove his worth. As her relationships are embroiled in controversy, Sienna ventures on the wild journey of love, lust, and moral corruption in the fabulous and frivolous world of London elites. What will become of her relationships? Who will end up being the love of her life? Or will Sienna seek out her life calling? Find out while Sienna struggles to navigate her career and love. Note: This is a work of fiction and all resemblances to real people, alive or deceased, are purely coincidental. Warning: Mature content and sexual and morally questionable scenes are scattered throughout. You are free to judge. It’s a free world. ----------- Cover designed by Marymarkevich - Freepik.com

My fated mate, Alpha Kaelen, rejected me seven times. The first time we bonded, he whispered against my ear, his breath hot. “From now on, my soul sings only for you.” But then his first love, the Omega Seraphina, came back for him. And just like that, he rejected me. They shared a mate’s mark from their past. It left her hopelessly addicted to his scent. “I’m sorry,” he’d said. “I have to be with Seraphina. The scent addiction is destroying her. She can’t even shift. Her wolf is weakening.” The first time he rejected me, I slashed a silver dagger across my wrist. I let the blood flow, hoping the pain would make him look at me. It worked. Kaelen was horrified. He left Seraphina for a moment and rushed to my side, holding me, comforting me. The third time, I disguised myself as an ordinary pack wolf. I got an internship at his pack headquarters, just to breathe in the air he breathed. But this time, he looked right through me, as if we were strangers. By the sixth rejection, I had learned how to calmly erase my scent from his suite. I left without a sound. My screams. My surrender. My begging. And what I got in return? Every time he was with her, the full moon would rise, and he’d call me back. Just to play the same sick game all over again. Until now. I heard Seraphina was coming back again. So I handed him the ceremonial dagger myself. He set the date for my return, just like always. He had no idea. This time, I'm the one severing the bond for good. And I am never coming back.

This was the greatest mistake I made. An unplanned pregnancy from a one-night stand. Right after losing my baby, the only soul I had on earth to comfort me, to adoption, I realized I'd made a great mistake, worse than engaging in a one-night stand. So I was determined to find her and take her back. So I became a nanny and got posted to take care of a little girl who had only Alpha daddies, no mother. It's however a great surprise to realize this girl looks pretty much like the baby I sold off in adoption. “Am I dreaming?” What? She looks so much like me, could this be a coincidence of what I just had in mind or she's– My daughter? It's at this point, I see seven hot men, all identical, same height and faces, muscular, hot and stepping out of the estate. Here is another mighty distraction. “Who are these?” I mutter, asking the little girl. “They are my daddies. Seven Alphas raised me up after the death of my mom. That's why I'm asking "why do I look so much like you?” As the confusion in me heightens, the seven Alphas are coming closer. It hits me deep to realize that they all have the same scent. My wolf, which has always been calm, immediately leaps up, growling so loud. What's really going on? “Mates! Mates!! Mates!!!” I hear my wolf leap and screaming. I need one man, not seven Alphas. How can all these cute, charming, young men be mates with such a lowly girl as I? I'm sure the moon goddess made a pretty big mistake by doing this.

Humanity died, and she was the last of them. Zarah Winters was on the verge of death after killing the sixth prince of hell. The seventh prince, a cunning and deceitful individual, did not want her to die because it would deprive him of his source of entertainment — her. Verphegor, as the demon introduced himself, offered her a deal. He would send her back to the past, where she could keep all her memories of this time and use them to change the future. Zarah comes from a line of hunters. Hunters have a variety of abilities that aid them in combating demons. Zarah had no idea she had a talent in her past, which caused her to drop out of the academy. During the apocalypse, however, she discovers that she is a siphon, a person who steals the strength and abilities of demons in exchange for killing them. With that kind of power laying dormant and with growing potential, she agreed to gamble on the demon’s offer. But with Verphegor being a prince of Hell, can she really trust the prince? Moreover, upon learning of her powers at an early stage, can she use them for humanity’s advantage?

The seventh time Claire Fisher bailed on our marriage license appointment, I finally cut her out of my life—for good. From then on, if she was at a party, I wasn't. When she was scheduled to perform at our college's anniversary celebration, I made sure to leave early. The moment my company announced a collaboration with hers, I resigned without a second thought. Even on Christmas Eve, when she showed up at my parents' house with gifts, I slipped out with a half-hearted excuse about "visiting a friend." I blocked her number. Deleted her from my contacts. Burned every bridge and salted the earth behind me. No calls. No texts. No social media. I didn't reach out. She couldn't reach me. Simple as that. For the better part of my life, I was hopelessly in love with her—waiting on her, caring for her, putting her first in every way that mattered. I gave her all of me without ever holding back. But after the seventh time she left me sitting alone at the City Hall, something inside me broke. I was done. If that meant spending the rest of my life alone, so be it. Better that than sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the silence, holding on to hope for someone who never planned to show up.