Kung Fu Panda Teaching Novels & Stories

Ito ay isang perpektong plano. Hanggang sa ang pekeng narararamdaman niya ay nagsisimula ng maging totoo... The last thing on Tyler's mind is romance. Sa pagitan ng pagiging isang solong ama at pamamahala sa kanyang matagumpay na karera sa pagsusulat, mayroon siyang higit sa sapat sa kanyang plano. Ngunit nang magpasya ang kanyang ex na labanan siya para sa kustodiya ng kanilang anak, alam niyang kailangan niyang ipakita sa hukom na siya ay isang solidong tao sa pamilya. Ang kakailanganin niya ay isang pekeng kasintahan, Ngunit hindi niya alam kung saan siya makakahanap ng isang babaeng handang magpanggap bilang kanyang asawa sa lalong madaling panahon. Ang pagkumbinsi sa kanya na tumulong ay hindi isang problema. Hindi na niya pinapansin kung paano niya papakinggang ang napakabilis na tibok ng puso niya para rito. Ngayon ito na ay isang problema. Ang gusto lang ni Ellie Diaz ay isang trabaho sa pagtuturo sa prestihiyosong paaralan ng Lincoln Academy, ngunit ang pagkuha sa kanila na isaalang-alang ang kanyang aplikasyon ay isang hamon. Ang magtrabaho dito bilang isang guro ay matagal niya ng minimithi. Pagkatapos ay nalaman niyang may mga koneksyon si Tyler doon—at handa siyang gamitin ang mga ito kapalit ng isang maliit na maliit na pabor. Ang kailangan lang niyang gawin ay mula sa pagiging yaya ng kanyang anak hanggang sa pekeng kasintahan ni Tyler ...at kahit papaano ay magpanggap na hindi siya naaakit sa kanya. Kung magiging maayos ang lahat, mapapatunayan ni Tyler sa hukom na magdedesisyon sa kaso ng kustodiya ng kanyang anak na siya ay isang solidong tao sa isang pamilya, at makukuha naman ni Ellie ang kaniyang tiket sa pangarap niyang trabaho. Ano ang posibleng maging mali? Ano ang gagawin mo kapag ang linya sa pagitan ng reyalidad at pantasya ay lumabo?

After being forced to give my wife's first love my heart, I died in the hallway of the private hospital she had personally founded. My six-year-old son, Ash, had already begged her thrice by the time I had drawn my last breath. The first time was when he tugged on her hand, saying I was coughing up blood. Sneering, she claimed, "So he's finally learned something—teaching his kid how to lie." Then, she had the bodyguards throw him out of the room. The second time was when he clung to her sleeve, insisting that I rambled nonsense due to the pain. "It's just a heart transplant," she opined with a frown. "The doctor already said he won't die." At that, the bodyguards stepped in again and dragged him away. The third time was when he fell to the ground, clutching her pant leg with all his strength, crying that I had already passed out. She finally lost her temper by this point, grabbing Ash by the throat and hurling him out of the room. "I have already said it—Howard isn't going to die. Dare to disturb Skye's rest again, and I'll throw both of you out of this hospital," she warned. To save me, my son pawned the most precious thing he owned—his St. Christopher medal—to a nurse. "Ma'am," he said. "I don't need to live a long life. I just want my dad to live." She accepted the medal and was about to arrange for me to be transferred to the last available room. However, my wife's first love, Skye Whitley, had someone block the doorway with his pet dog. He mentioned, "Sorry, kid. Your mom's worried I'll get bored if I can't see my dog. This room is reserved for him."

Late one night, as I scrolled through social media, I came across a relationship influencer with over a hundred thousand followers, teaching men how to "control" their wives. "She actually tried to talk to me about privacy?" he scoffed. "I ignored her for three days, and she handed over all her passwords, crying and begging me not to leave her." The comments exploded almost instantly. The chat went wild. [Take me under your wing, man!] I felt sick to my stomach. Then, without warning, he lifted his phone and pressed a kiss to the screen. A face appeared in the reflection. Mine. Smiling, he turned back to his audience of thousands. "See this? This is the perfect wife I spent three years training." A chill ran through me. I clicked into his profile and scrolled all the way back to his first post. The upload date was the same day we got married. He claimed he was filming prank videos and that it was all just for the livestream—no wonder he got increasingly out of hand. That was when it hit me: he had been lying to me all along. From the moment I stepped into that marriage, I had been nothing more than his experiment, his content, his source of money. Fine. If that was the case, then I would turn his livestream into his worst nightmare. I picked up my phone and sat directly beneath the camera he had installed, then sent a deliberately suggestive message to another man. Three seconds later, the bedroom door burst open. Matthias stormed in and snatched my phone. After reading the message, his lips pressed into a tight line. However, he did not explode. He did not even look at me. Instead, he turned, opened his livestream, and faced the camera. "Send something through, and I'll show you exactly how to put a cheating woman in her place."

I'm born with a curse, so I never speak another word since I'm old enough to be understanding. Since my six-year-old daughter, Jada Westfield, accidentally knocks over my sick older brother, Cain Westfield, my wife, Serena Harlow, sends her to a dog-training facility immediately. Jada has gotten bitten by dogs in the past, so she's extremely terrified of them. I do everything I can to stop Serena from sending Jada there—even resorting to groveling in front of her, my forehead sticky with blood—yet Serena never spares a glance in my direction. Instead, she helps Cain up to his feet and gently pats the dust off his pants. But the moment she speaks up, her voice is glacial and ruthless. "Don't think I can't tell that Jada did this because you've been secretly grooming her to do so. You're an extremely manipulative mute, after all. Your dirty blood courses through Jada's veins as well. If I don't start teaching her a lesson at an early age, she will eventually grow up as a pathetic loser. "I'm sending her to the facility so that she can learn the rules of this world. She will learn that seniority takes precedence over everything. This also serves as a lesson for you to never harm the person you aren't supposed to engage with!" I finally find Jada, who has gotten trapped in a cage filled with a dozen rabid mutts. Her body has already been torn into pieces. I suppress the pain in my heart as I put pieces of Jada together like a jigsaw puzzle. After more than 20 years, I finally utter my first sentence. "Serena Harlow, I want you to pay the price with your blood, and I want you to lose everything you have in life."

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW MATURE CONTENT. I watched him kill three men without breaking a sweat. Now I'm trapped on an island with him. My crime? Walking two blocks alone in New York City. My punishment? Zade Konstantin—a killer with silver eyes who looks at me like I'm both precious and prey. My father's enemies want me. Not dead. Alive. To torture, break, and send back in pieces. I've seen the photographs of what they do to mafia daughters. The images haunt my nightmares. So now I'm hidden away on a Greek island with the most dangerous man I've ever met. He's supposed to protect me. Keep me safe. Maintain professional distance. Except the way he watches me isn't professional. The way his hands shake when he touches me during training? That's not distant. The way he groans my name through the bathroom door when he thinks I can't hear? That's definitely not just a job. I should hate him. He stalked me for weeks. Put a bag over my head. Drugged me. Made every decision about my life without asking. What starts as hate becomes hunger. Forbidden touches in the moonlight. His mouth on my skin. My body surrendering to desires I didn't know I had. He's teaching me that good girls can want dark things. That cages lined with passion are still cages. That falling for your captor might be the most dangerous game of all. Until I realize the man inside me, the man I'm falling for, has been my betrayal from the very beginning. Some men protect you. Some men destroy you. Zade Konstantin does both.

Seren Caldwell was the perfect wife once, devoted to the life she and her husband built together. That illusion shattered the moment she walked into their bedroom and found her husband cheating on her with the girl she paid to save—a fucking charity case. She wanted a divorce, but he offered her a deal instead. An open marriage to protect their company while they took what we wanted from whoever they wanted. Heartbroken, humiliated and utterly enraged by Julian's actions, Seren ended up in the arms of the Vane after one too many drinks and a silly idea to get back at her husband. Alaric and Dominic Vane are the epitome of powerful, dangerous, addictive and the two men who happen to make Seren feel more alive in one night than Julian has in years. There’s just one problem; those men, handsomely dangerous and addictive as they are, are her husband's uncles. They're supposed to be off limits, but the lines between desire and forbidden territories seem to melt into one the moment they lay hands on her. Now her marriage is turning into a public scandal, secrets from the past are beginning to surface, and the deeper she falls into the Vane brothers’ world, the more dangerous her life becomes. Because these men don’t share easily, don’t forgive betrayal, and once they decide something belongs to them… they don’t let go. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This novel is intended for mature audiences and contains strong romantic themes, intense chemistry, emotional conflict, possessive behavior, jealousy, betrayal, and highly charged situations. The characters are flawed. Their choices are messy. Their love is complicated. Expect heartbreak, temptation, secrets, obsession and most importantly, expect a romance that refuses to play by the rules.

Zack clears his throat. "We have been dreaming about Brandon Snow." "Ahhh," Lucille says, smiling and nodding her head. "The future Beta. And a white wolf to boot. Your future pups will be quite beautiful with Charlie's chocolate coloring and Zak's reddish hue. The three of you will make wonderful parents." Zak's mouth drops open and Charlie squeaks out, "Our future... pups!" "What do you know of Selene and her mates?" Lucille asks. "Mates? I only know of one mate. Pan," Charlie says. "As the god of the wild and the goddess of the moon, Pan and Selene's children became werewolves. Wild creatures who were controlled by the moon." "Ahhh. Is that what they are teaching the young pups now? That Selene only had one mate? I knew that they didn't want mate trios any longer, but I didn't know that they would attempt to change even Selene's story," Lucille chuckles. "Alpha, Luna, do you truly believe that if there was no humanity in their coupling that we would be human at all?" "Wait. What?" Zak says. "If we were only children of Pan and Selene, we would always be wild creatures. Nymphs, satyrs, centaurs. But we aren't. Of course, we could remain in our wolf form all the time if we wish, but we always have the ability to shift into human form. No, young ones, Selene had two mates. One, the god Pan. The other, a human man named Endymion. We get our wolves from Pan, our pull to the moon from Selene, and our human selves from Endymion," Lucille says. "Why..." Zak licks his lips and starts again. "Why weren't we told this?" "Ahhh," Lucille breathes out, taking a sip of her coffee. "Because not every wolf has two mates, as Selene did. As you two do."

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a life for a life. Kung paano niya kinuha ang lahat sa akin, ganun din ang aking gagawin. The person I trusted betrayed me, so I will do the same as he stabbed me repeatedly in my back. I gave myself to him and believed that he would help me with my revenge, but it turned out that he was deceiving me from the very start. Hindi ako titigil hanggat hindi siya gumagapang sa putikan- kasama ko. Hindi ako titigil dumalak man ang dugo. I am Agatha Herrera- the lost heiress to the throne.

⚠️WAR‌NING: For mature‍ re‍aders​ 18+ only. Themes​: Body‌ worship, dominance, primal play, an​d​ MFM/thr​eeso​me⁠ con‍tent. "Sto‍p f‌ighting it, S‍loane," he growls, his fist knotted in my hair. He ya⁠nks my head back until my thro​at ar‌ches, e⁠xpo‌sing my⁠ frantic p⁠ulse. His th​umb shoves pas‍t my lips,‍ pressing down on my​ tongue with bruising for⁠ce, marking me before h‍e even tastes me. I ch⁠ok‍e on a gasp, thighs trembling ag‍ainst‌ the wall. "We can’t." "Shut the fu‌ck up," he snarls, his teeth g‌ra‍zing the sensitiv⁠e cord of my neck. "I’​ve‍ s⁠pent years tr‍ackin​g every prim step you t‍ook. I’ve fantasized about the moment I finall​y cornered my prey." ‌ He s‍inks​ his teeth into th‌e junction of my shoulder, a sharp, posse‌ssive bite that will leave a jag⁠ged purple brand by morni‍ng. "Now,‍ you’re loc‍ke‌d in this c⁠age‌ with us​. I’m going to leave my​ mark on every i‍nch of your skin." Beh‌ind him, his twin l⁠ooms. A​ s‍ilent, lethal pre‍da⁠t‍or. I’m c⁠aged betwe‍en them, the ai‍r thic⁠k with the scent of‌ woodsmoke and ruin. Fo​r four years​, I‌ was the invi​sible shield for the St​erling empire. To me, they were⁠ liabilities. To them, I was the hun⁠t​. Zurich cha​nged e‍verythin‌g. The boy I once scheduled i‍s n‍ow a man who pins me do⁠wn, whispe‌r⁠ing​ filt‍h while his b​rother wa‍tches, his‌ eyes dar‌k wit‌h the same starving in‍tent. ​I was⁠ paid to guard the Sterl⁠ing legac⁠y. Now, I’m the pr⁠ize​. I‌ want them t​o hunt me. I w​an‍t them to worship me. I‍ want them to⁠ b‍reak me until there‍ is‍ nothing left​ but surren⁠d⁠er. ⁠

On the day before the competition, someone knocked me out when I was on the street before locking me up in a cage. For three days and three nights, I was chased around by a ferocious dog that kept biting and attacking me. Because of that, my wounds began leaking pus due to infection. Later on, five rich ladies had me locked up in a room. After chaining me up like a dog, they began tormenting me out of fun. When I finally got rescued, I had suffered from countless fractures. Even my internal organs went out of place from the beatings. My older sister, Claire Bowman, whom I'd been relying on since young, had me sent to the hospital immediately. There, I received a rabies vaccine. Meanwhile, my fiancee, Heather Vega, killed the mutt right in front of me in order to help me exact vengeance. She also stripped those ladies down and put them through a humiliating parade in public. After that, she kicked them off to the slums, where they became playthings for the beggars. But as I was lying on the hospital bed, I accidentally overheard Claire and Heather's conversation. "Do you think Christopher will resent us if he ever finds out that we're the ones who've set the dog and the ladies on him just so we can make Samuel the winner of the competition in order to repay him for his benevolence?" Heather's tone was unusually icy. "Christopher's just a replacement for Samuel. This is his fault for not knowing his place and insisting on fighting over the top spot with Samuel! I'm just teaching him a lesson! "Soon, I'll marry him in order to make it up to him. Then, I'll take care of him for the rest of his life. This is already enough." I did my best to hold my tears back while feeling my heart throb in pain. It turned out that the most important women in my life were also the ones who had ruined my lifelong dream. Since they didn't care about me at all, I chose to abandon them as well.