K Healing

When Levi Ezra and I got married, he had solemnly vowed he would love me for a lifetime. Seven years later, he got another woman pregnant — a woman he had so carefully tucked away in a luxurious estate, complete with everything money could buy for a perfect, pampered delivery. By the time I discovered the truth, his mistress's belly was already round and heavy. Her due date was just around the corner. Levi had hesitated — for barely a second — before instinctively shielding her behind him, as though I were some threat. He said, "Nikki, you're terrified of childbirth. Now that this baby is coming, the Ezra family will finally have an heir. You won't have to suffer anymore. We'll still be the same as before. Nothing will change." I clutched the freshly issued pregnancy report in my hand — the one confirming my own child — and let out a laugh so sharp and brittle that it shattered into tears. The day his mistress went into labor, I terminated my pregnancy. I left the divorce papers on his desk, packed my bags, and boarded the first flight to a foreign land.

There's a month to Angela Thompson's wedding, but she's no longer sure whether to proceed with it. The reason for her doubts? Her fiancé, Carl Swain, wants to have a child with his good friend's widow, Lucy Hogg. Carl says, "Keith was my best friend. He died so suddenly, leaving Lucy alone in this world. She tried to take her life a few times, you know. Maybe having a child will help her get past this." Angela can't understand it. She says, "Lucy can adopt or marry someone else if she wants a child. She can even go to a sperm bank abroad if she wants! Why do you have to be the one to have the child with her?"

ในวันที่คำพูดของนางเป็นเพียงลมปาก ถูกเขาเหยียบย่ำซ้ำแล้วซ้ำเล่า ด่าทอสารพัด หยามน้ำใจ และไม่ให้เกียรติ กล่าวหาว่านางเป็นสตรีร่าน ต่ำทรามกล้าสวมหมวกเขียวให้สามีอย่างไร้ยางอาย ทั้งที่นางรักเขา...รักมากจนยอมยกทุกสิ่ง ยอมให้สตรีอื่นก้าวเข้ามาในเรือน นางยอมทุกอย่างเพียงเพื่อให้เขามีความสุข แม้ต้องแบ่งบุรุษที่เป็นสามีให้สตรีอื่น แต่สุดท้ายสิ่งตอบแทนที่ได้กลับเป็นความตายอย่างน่าสมเพช ไป๋ซูหนิงถูกบุรุษผู้นั้นสั่งลงโทษโดยไม่เคยถามไถ่ความจริง มิหนำซ้ำยังทำราวกับว่านางก่อความผิดใหญ่หลวง ทั้งที่นางบริสุทธิ์ใจต่อเขาถึงเพียงนี้ทว่าเซี่ยจวิ่นอี้กลับมอบผ้าขาวและยาพิษให้นางเลือก...เสแสร้งทำราวกับเป็นผู้มีเมตตาเสมือนเป็นบุญคุณก้อนสุดท้าย สิ่งที่เขามอบให้นั้นคือความตาย! ในคืนฟ้าฝนโหมกระหน่ำ นางสิ้นใจอย่างอนาถ พร้อมกับบุตรในครรภ์ที่ไม่อาจรักษาเอาไว้ได้ ทว่า…ฟ้ากลับให้โอกาสนางได้ย้อนคืนมา ชาตินี้ ภพนี้ ต่อให้ต้องดิ้นรนเลือดตากระเด็น นางจะไม่ข้องแวะกับบุรุษผู้นั้นอีก! ไป๋ซูหนิงสาบาน จะพาบุตรในท้องหนีไปให้ไกลจนบุรุษผู้นั้นไม่อาจเอื้อมมือคว้านางได้อีกแน่!

Is there anything wrong with having a little innocent crush? Well, of course not... Unless it becomes a deadly obsession

Tristan Moreno and I are asked when we're getting married when we attend a class reunion. "We're undecided." "1st of October." Our answers come simultaneously. His head shoots up, and he looks at me with anger and disbelief. I ignore him and explain to my classmates, "I'm getting married on the 1st of October. You're all invited." I know what Tristan wants to ask me. He and I have dated for eight years, but he's never discussed marriage with me. He drags me to a corner, looking furious. "Didn't we agree to put marriage on hold? Do you take pleasure in forcing me into this?" I pry his fingers off my wrist and say, "You can put it on hold for as long as you want. That doesn't stop me from getting married." He's long since gotten bored of me—he's found a younger woman but thinks he's done well in keeping it a secret. Fortunately, he's not the man I'm marrying.

"You died four days ago. You were buried yesterday. That's fast healing, even for us," Clara explained. "Us?" Clara smiled. "You have risen from the dead and have healed all your wounds. You have no pulse. You do not breathe, and we've been giving you blood so that you can survive. And the last thing you can remember is a tingling in your neck before you died." She clasped her hands together. "I've read your personnel file, Shamira. I know you're not stupid, even if your former bosses thought you were. You can figure this --" "Vampire? You're kidding, right? You have to --" "Wanna go ahead and say 'But there's no such thing as vampires' so we can get that out of the way?" "There's no such thing as vampires!"

Dad has a stroke and needs money to save his life. I'm left with no choice but to borrow money from my secret CEO boyfriend of five years. Before I can even say anything, he frowns and tells me he's busy. Then, he hurries off to attend his childhood sweetheart's birthday celebration. He only remembers me the following day. "What did you need?" I hold Dad's death certificate and smile wanly at him. "Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that we're over."

*SNEAK PEAK* "Olivia wait." "Just stop and listen to me..." "Olivia!" he snapped. I stopped in my tracks before I turned around and glared at him. "What the f**k do you want? I'm done with you. I'm done trying to win you over okay!?" I felt my eyes burn as I panted. Emotion after emotions swirling around like a f*****g whirlpool. I hated this feeling...I wanted it gone. The overwhelming feeling of betrayal piercing at my heart the longer I stared at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to get hurt." I took a deep breath as I silently cursed when a tear escaped and trailed down my cheek. "It's not that you didn't intend to hurt me; I just wasn't meant to find out, was I." "It's a lot more complicated than that." I shrugged and wiped at my face before looking off into the distance. After staying in silence for a minute or so I met his gaze. He took a step forward as he frowned. "Olivia..." "We all have the right to love someone right?" He hesitated before he nodded his head in agreement. I faintly nodded my head agreeing with myself before I sighed. I have to do this. I could almost feel my heart breaking into a million pieces. "I, Olivia Steel from the nightingale Pack reject..." Before I could continue Damon's eyes darkened before he stalked towards me and pushed me against a tree causing me to gasp at the impact. "Don't you f*****g dare."

Allison Kye Gomez's charms and sweetness transformed into boldness and confidence, and her bubbly personality changed into a sophisticated and empowered one. She was living her life as if it were a fairy tale love story, believing she had found her knight in shining armor; however, it turns out otherwise. She needs power and a connection as she seeks vengeance. She had an unexpected one-night stand with the city's richest man, Louis Ezekiel Sorreño. His parents were urging him to find a wife because he had enough of boozing and partying. He understood what Allison desired, and a brilliant idea occurred to him, and they discussed their needs. It's a win-win situation for them, so they agree to the deal of having a contracted marriage. How would they handle their setup? Will they try to get things to work? Or will they let it somehow go? Will their deal blossom into true love? Or perhaps not?

To encourage overall development, the kindergarten had asked each student to create a hand-drawn poster. My daughter Holly refused my help and insisted on doing it all on her own. Little did I know, most of the other children had their parents do the artwork for them. In comparison, Holly's delicate strokes were quickly dismissed. Not only was her work discarded into the trash, but her teacher also called her out in the parent group, criticizing her for being careless with the assignment. As I racked my brain trying to figure out how to help Holly regain her confidence in drawing, I was surprised to see Holly's artwork among the winning entries in the state-level children's art competition. But the signature wasn't hers—it belonged to another student from her class.