Jackerman Mother's Warmth Ep 2

Sypnosis Mula pagkabata, hindi na naranasan ni Venisse ang init ng tunay na pamilya. Sa murang edad, natutunan niyang tumayong mag-isa—kahit pa ibig sabihin niyon ay isakripisyo ang sariling pangarap. Sa edad na 23, isang hindi inaasahang pagbubuntis ang tuluyang gumiba sa plano niyang buhay. Unti-unting nawala ang pag-asa. Araw-gabi siyang kumakayod—kahit anong trabaho, mapasukan lang. Para sa gamot, check-up, at isang kinabukasang hindi pa sigurado. Hanggang sa dumating ang panahong wala na siyang pagpipilian. Pumasok siya bilang GRO sa isang kilalang bar—isang trabahong kailanma’y hindi niya inakalang papasukin. Sa bawat ngiti at aliw sa mayayamang bisita, pinipilit niyang itago ang lungkot at takot sa likod ng mata. At doon sila nagtagpo—ni Dr. Kurt Navarro. Isang gabi, isang emergency. Ang batang dinadala ni Venisse sa sinapupunan, nalagay sa panganib. Isang komplikasyon. Isang mahal na operasyon. Isang bayarin na hindi niya kayang pasanin. At sa gitna ng kaguluhan, may inalok si Kurt. Isang kasunduan. Anim na buwang kasal. Walang emosyon. Walang label. Puro papel at pirma. Kapalit: kaligtasan ng anak niya. Pero paano kung habang lumilipas ang bawat araw, unti-unting lumambot ang pusong matagal nang pinatigas ng sakit? Paano kung sa likod ng kontrata, unti-unti niyang nararamdaman ang bagay na hindi kasama sa usapan? Pag-ibig. Isang kasunduan. Isang kasinungalingan. Isang pusong unti-unting bumibigay. Pero sa dulo ng anim na buwan… pipirma ba sila para sa wakas? O para sa panibagong simula?

After the death of her African father, Arlene Goodman is forced to relocate to Africa with her paternal relatives, while her mum is put in a mental asylum after she attempted to take Arlene's life. Asides from grieving everything was expected to be normal but Arlene kept having nightmares, mainly about her mum. After a while, these nightmares become surreal and start interfering with her daily life. Arlene gets help from her mate in school who knows African origin and myths, but do you think it'll be enough to beat the extraordinary?

Ever since my mom gave birth to her second child, everything in the household is tied to drawing lots. Everyone has to draw lots in order to decide whose favorite food will be served for each meal. We have to draw lots to see who among us gets a hug from our parents. Every time, I end up drawing the short end of the stick, so everyone automatically assumes that my younger sister, Anabelle Madden, gets the better lot. She easily reaps my parents' love without having to do anything at all. Whenever I feel like crying because of the injustice, Mom will scold me instantly. "I bought the lottery box because I was worried that you might feel upset about this. I'm doing this just to be fair to both of you. "If you want something, you have to be the one deciding who gets what. Your father and I won't interfere with your decision at all. Since you can't draw the better lot, that just means you have bad luck." Hence, I keep practicing my lot-drawing skills every day, hoping that I can eventually draw the better lot in order to obtain my parents' love. But for ten years, I never get to draw the better lot. Not even once. On my birthday, Anabelle wants to go to the amusement park, so Mom tells us to draw lots once again. I secretly glue two short lots together before giving it to Mom in an attempt to get her to stay with me. Instead, she slaps me and berates me for being a disobedient child who cheats in lot-drawing. Then, she leaves the house with Anabelle. When I fall to the floor, I feel the short sticks piercing through my neck.

In my previous life, my three sons told me they wanted to set up a Family Bond Fund for me. Each of them would deposit three thousand dollars every month. I cried with gratitude, truly believing that decades of sacrifice had finally paid off. One of them even said, "Mom, you've given us so much. It's our turn to take care of you now." However, eight years later, I was told I have uremia. That was when I discover that the bank card, which supposedly held the fund, couldn't even cover the dialysis deposit. Soon after, my eldest son video-called me. He said he wanted to buy a better apartment in a good school district. He was short of 150 thousand dollars for the down payment and asked if I could lend it to him first. My second son came to the hospital with his wife and daughter. He didn't ask about my condition at all. Instead, he kept showing off his daughter's piano competition trophy, hinting that he needed 50 thousand dollars to enroll her in a prestigious international piano program. My youngest son was even more straightforward. He said he had his eye on a limited-edition pair of sneakers and wanted me to pay 30 thousand dollars for them as a birthday gift. The moment they realized the bank account didn't have enough money, their faces fell. "We each put in three thousand dollars every month. Over eight years, that's at least eight hundred thousand dollars. Mom, are you hiding the money from us?" To force me to reveal my savings, they took turns pressuring me, switching between sweet talk and threats. They even told relatives that I had dementia and had been scammed out of my money. Unable to take it anymore, I yanked out my IV late one night and walked out of the hospital, only to be hit by a car, dying instantly. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day of my hospital checkup.

BOOK 2 OF NIGHT SHIFT After the tragedy that happens on Yhra's life, she believes that all she gotta do is Retrieve everything that she loss on the battle between her and Remon.

When I get mutilated by the killer, my Mom, who works as a forensic doctor, is currently shopping with my older sister, Winona Langdon. After the killer gouges out one of my eyes, he unlocks my phone and sends Mom a video call invitation. But the video call only rings a few times before Mom rejects it. When the killer tries calling her again, he finds out that my number has already been blocked. He merely shoots me a mocking smile in return. Once the police have discovered my body, Mom can't help but curse at the killer for his brutality after seeing how badly I was decimated. But what she doesn't recognize is that the twisted-looking corpse actually belongs to me, her unloved daughter.

Les dangers et les périls continuent comme Nick's ex-fiancé se joint à son ex-cousin d'enfoncer un coin entre Alison et Nick, tout en vendant des esclavagistes à Vanessa dans le côté sombre de l'ombre terre. Alison et Nick va réparer les choses et a été scellé le destin de Vanessa ? Retrouvez dans ce passionnant et conclusion de l'ombre torride histoire d'amour.

Cette histoire est le tome 2. Vous pouvez retrouver le Tome 1, Regarde-Moi. Au cœur du Grand Hôtel Vesuvio, Ava, l'épouse du redoutable Vincenzo De Luca, est prisonnière d'une solitude opulente. Un mois d'exil volontaire, suite à une humiliation insoutenable, et toujours ce silence assourdissant de son mari. Lui, Vincenzo, fier magnat napolitain, refuse de céder, même si son empire et son âme sont en lambeaux depuis son départ. Les rues de Naples bruissent déjà des rumeurs de leur rupture, mais ce que ni Ava ni Vincenzo ne savent, c'est que des ombres bien plus sombres s'étendent sur le clan. Cargaisons disparues, trahisons chuchotées... l'empire De Luca vacille. Ava percera-t-elle le mystère du mutisme de Vincenzo avant que l'orgueil et les secrets sanglants de la mafia n'achèvent un amour déjà brisé ? Et si la plus grande menace ne venait pas de l'extérieur, mais d'une trahison intime qui pourrait faire s'écrouler tout un héritage ? Avertissement : Ce roman s'adresse exclusivement à un public majeur et averti. Il contient des descriptions explicites pouvant heurter la sensibilité de certaines personnes, notamment des scènes de violence physique et psychologique, de consommation de drogue et d'alcool, ainsi que des scènes à caractère sexuel. La lecture de ce contenu est déconseillée aux personnes mineures ou sensibles à ces thématiques. Note de l'autrice Cette œuvre est une fiction entièrement originale. Toute ressemblance avec des personnes existantes, des événements réels, ou d'autres histoires de fiction, publiées ou non, serait purement fortuite. Si certains thèmes ou archétypes peuvent évoquer d'autres œuvres du genre romantico-érotique, l'univers, les personnages et les intrigues de ce récit sont le fruit de l'imagination de l'autrice.

Élodie se réveille en sursaut, le corps encore vibrants des échos d’un rêve érotique aussi intense qu’interdit : elle a rêvé de Louis, son beau-frère, le mari de sa sœur Clara, enceinte de cinq mois. Ce rêve charnel et possessif agit comme un révélateur, faisant basculer sa réalité. Elle réalise que l’attraction qu’elle ressent pour lui, longtemps refoulée, est devenue une obsession dévorante. La vie quotidienne devient un supplice. Chaque geste de Louis, chaque regard échangé lors d’un dîner familial, attise le feu en elle. La tension est palpable, muette mais écrasante. Louis, lui aussi, semble en lutte. Sur un balcon, à la fin d’une soirée, le silence entre eux se charge d’un aveu non dit : il la désire tout autant, et cette connaissance est à la fois terrifiante et enivrante. Cette attraction interdite explose dans une chambre d’hôtel anonyme. Leur rencontre est un acte de possession brutale, charnelle et désespérée, loin des douceurs du rêve initial. C’est un accouplement marqué par la culpabilité mais aussi par une intensité qui les marque à jamais, corps et âme.

"Up until now, my life made sense. Up until now, I had been sheltered away from a world where murder was acceptable and debts were payment. Now, I was exposed to that world, and the lies, secrets and favours were my new currency. The rules were easy to follow and even easier to manipulate. But the last thing I expected was to be thrown in the deep end, fighting for everything I loved." Emiliana was moving on from what she lost, her safety, security, and the love. But what happens when her bodyguard comes back and shows her that the life her family had protected her from, is the life she fits into?