Korean Drama Creating Destiny

"You remind me of someone so dear to my heart...." -Syke Rafael Fontanilla Si Syke Rafael Fontanilla na yata ang pinaka-masungit ngunit gwapong lalaking nakilala ni Wevz. Nakahanda siyang tulungan itong baguhin ang pananaw sa buhay. Ngunit paano niya magagawa iyon sa isang taong ayaw bumitiw sa ala-ala ng nakaraan? At paano kung siya ang nagbi-bigay buhay sa nakaraan na iyon?

Shandra almost lost her life, but was saved by a fantastic mystical creature: twisted black wings, a horn on each temple, glowing embers that follow him with every step he takes... And a beautiful and delicious body, perfect in every inch. Now she owes a debt to this being of darkness, but she does not feel threatened or coerced. No, there is nothing scary or dark about Shandra's feelings for him. Destiny is set, the cards are on the table, and history is about to be written. What will she do with the handsome demon, the most unlikely of heroes? General:

"Why are you hiding from me? you can hide all you want, however, it won't stop you from being mine," his voice echoed throughout the entire hall, making my heart almost fall out of its cage. Regardless, I stubbornly remained in my squatting position. But like they say, you can't change your destiny, you can't change what's meant to be, because before I could fathom what was going on, he was standing right before me.

Coincidence or Fate? Destiny? Soulmate? Does someone still believe in any of this? Yes. Bettany Wright 26 years old from Cleaveland Ohio, is an employee of a small publishing company. She still believed in the fairytale of everyone and hoped to find her one. Can she meet someone who can bring her fairytale into reality? Let's find out. Isaac Jones 29 years old, a CEO of a multi-company in New York City. He just flew to Cleaveland Ohio to oversee the turnover of his newly acquired publishing company. Can someone take his interest and make his heart skip a beat and feel him alive again? Let's all find out.

In ancient times, crossbreeds are considered as dire catastrophe who wields the power of Calamity, a power that is stronger than the Ultimate King's. If one bears this cursed child, it must be killed at instant or else the world will be in the act of God. Aria is an orphan crossbreed and in order to hide her identity, she disguised herself as a little girl and live with the Daemons in the Abyss city. Little did she know, Daemons are big known as slave sellers and it was too late before she noticed it. She was sold to the Werewolf King in an illegal slavery bargain. But her disguise was exposed when she entered the blue flame village, the entry to Neitheria, the Darken realm. Able to escape, she still got caught in the King's lair and suddenly became his mate. What will be Aria's fate now that she was caught into a chain of destiny? This story is a fantasy romance that will drive your desires into an imaginative plot of love, magic, and hope.

Nova Jackson never knew another world existed other than the History she taught at her elementary school. Till she mets billionaire/Alpha Turner Ivy the parent of her favorite student Ella. Turner comes with dangerous secret and past pains that could break Nova’s heart. But Nova comes with a past that she didn’t even know she had till she moved schools to take a new teaching job. Will destiny, romance and danger be their downfall or the beginning of true love.

Fui a una sola fiesta en mi nuevo vecindario de ricos. Solo una. Y después de eso, mi vecina Brenda me demandó. En el tribunal, sostenía entre sus brazos a su hija golpeada y llena de moretones, Tiffany. Acusó a mi hijo de violación. A mitad de la audiencia, Tiffany se bajó el cuello de la blusa. Marcas rojas le rodeaban el cuello. —Intentó arrancarme los pantalones —sollozó—. Quiso forzarme. Yo me defendí. Entonces me golpeó. ¡Me arruinó la cara! Afuera del juzgado, manifestantes levantaban carteles, llamando a mi hijo basura humana, un niño rico malcriado. En internet, un “memorial” editado con Photoshop sobre mí se volvió viral. El texto decía: "Una madre incompetente debería morir junto a su hijo." Las acciones de mi empresa se desplomaron. Pero yo solo me quedé sentada. Con el rostro inexpresivo. Y pedí que trajeran a mi hijo, Cooper. Las puertas de la sala se abrieron. Cooper entró. Y todos se quedaron congelados.

Quando eu estava sendo despedaçada viva, usei minhas últimas forças para ligar para o meu irmão. No instante em que minha consciência quase se apagava, ele atendeu o telefone, mas sua voz estava cheia de impaciência: — De novo? O que foi agora? — Mano… me salva… Antes que eu terminasse a frase, ele me interrompeu friamente: — Você arranja problema todo dia? No fim do mês é a festa de formatura da Marina. Se você não aparecer, eu mesmo te mato! E desligou sem hesitar. A dor me consumiu até eu fechar os olhos para sempre. As lágrimas ainda escorriam pelo canto do meu rosto. Mano, você não precisa me matar. Eu já estou morta.

Mis propias empleadas me cancelaron en redes. Dicen que la guardería gratuita que les ofrezco para sus hijos es una cárcel y que lo que yo quiero es obligarlas a quedarse hasta tarde. Pero ellas no tienen ni idea: esa guardería la monté desde cero, trayendo equipo y personal de afuera, con una inversión de alrededor de 800 dólares por niño al mes. Aun así, en redes sociales me están destrozando: que si es puro show, que si soy "capitalista asquerosa", que si es pura pose. Se me fue la cabeza y mandé un comunicado a toda la empresa: "Con el fin de atender la solicitud de mayor flexibilidad en el cuidado infantil, la empresa ha decidido cancelar el beneficio de la guardería gratuita. A partir de hoy, este beneficio se sustituye por un apoyo mensual para el cuidado infantil: las madres que cumplan con los requisitos recibirán 20 dólares al mes." Lo envié y explotó todo. En cuestión de minutos, se desató el caos. Ahora tienen ocupado el pasillo frente a mi oficina. Me están pidiendo, por favor, que no cierre la guardería.

Fui a exatamente uma só festa no meu novo bairro de gente rica. Depois disso, minha vizinha Brenda me processou. No tribunal, ela segurava a filha, Tiffany, toda machucada e coberta de hematomas. Acusou meu filho de estupro. No meio da audiência, Tiffany puxou a gola da blusa para baixo. Marcas vermelhas circundavam seu pescoço. — Ele tentou arrancar minha calça — disse soluçando — tentou se forçar em mim. Eu lutei. Então ele me bateu. Ele destruiu meu rosto! Do lado de fora do tribunal, manifestantes seguravam cartazes chamando meu filho de lixo, um riquinho mimado. Na internet, uma montagem minha viralizou. A legenda dizia: A mãe irresponsável tem que morrer junto com o filho. As ações da minha empresa despencaram. Mas eu apenas fiquei sentada ali. Com o rosto petrificado. Pedi que meu filho, Cooper, fosse trazido. As portas do tribunal se abriram. Cooper entrou.Todos ficaram paralisados.