Lirik Sholawat Fina Gandrung Nabi

El día que se cumplían tres años del matrimonio de Camila y Lucas, él invitó a todos sus amigos para celebrarlo. Pero, cuando ella llegó al lugar, lo vio de rodillas, proponiéndole matrimonio a Renata, su amiga de la infancia. Camila lo confrontó con la voz contenida, pero él, con fastidio, simplemente dijo que era parte de un juego de «verdad o reto». No fue sino hasta que, por proteger a Renata, Lucas empujó a Camila por las escaleras, provocándole un aborto, que ella finalmente despertó del engaño. Ella le había dicho que le daría cinco oportunidades. Y ahora… las cinco se habían acabado. —Lucas, quiero el divorcio.

Née sans loup et évitée par sa famille, Rhea Vale a passé sa vie dans l'ombre de sa sœur jumelle, Céline - la fierté de leur village voyou. Mais lorsque l'impitoyable et puissant Alpha Damon Wolfe arrive à la recherche d'une Luna qui peut survivre au rituel mortel de Luna, ce n'est pas Céline qu'il choisit - c'est Rhea. Traînée dans son domaine en tant que candidate réticente, Rhea doit supporter non seulement la cruauté de Damon, mais aussi un monde qui la voit comme faible et jetable. Pourtant, quelque chose d'ancien agite en elle - quelque chose que même Damon ne peut pas expliquer. Alors que les tensions politiques montent, un nouveau rival émerge : le cousin rusé de Damon, Lucien, qui veut à la fois le siège Alpha et le cœur de Rhea. Pris entre deux hommes puissants, hanté par un passé qu'elle n'a jamais connu, et éveillé un pouvoir que le conseil croyait mort depuis longtemps, Rhea doit se battre non seulement pour survivre... mais pour se relever.

Book 5 of The Alpha's Mate Who Cried Wolf. Everything is going great in the world of Mysteria, but not so much in the Celestial world, where the Deities live. Atlanta, jealous of her sister Selene, the Moon Goddess, wants everyone to be punished and suffer from her wrath. Setting Thypon, the God of monsters, free and sends him to Mysteria during the midsummer solstice to destroy the world. It's now left up to Nina and her friends to vanquish Thypon, but it may take Nina and Magnus more than just magic, but a sudden change of fate in order to save Mysteria.

Fourth in Series. Many familiar faces are re-united, as you see their children grown and preparing to take their positions in pack or find their place in life. Just like their parents, the group are incredibly close. The many friendships are intertwined, but will things become complicated as love has potential to bloom or unexpected matebonds form. But, sure as the moon is to rise, you know fate will take them on unexpected twist, after unexpected twist… but, did fate have a greater plan all along?

On the day I was diagnosed with uremia, my husband asked me to donate a kidney to his one true love. I turned him down, claiming I wasn’t feeling well. I didn’t expect him, my own husband, who was a doctor, to drag me to trial. The charge? Ingratitude. If found guilty, I would be executed on the spot, my kidney forcibly harvested, my soul condemned for eternity. But if the charges were dismissed, my husband would face immediate execution. His love would fall into ruin, plagued by illness and poverty. Everyone pressured me to confess. After all, when I nearly died in a car crash years ago, it was her blood transfusion that had pulled me back from the brink of death. But what they didn’t know was… I had been reborn. In my past life, I died never knowing my husband and his lover had orchestrated the car crash that nearly killed me. Now that I had returned, I would tear off their masks and expose their malice for all to see.

ความจำเป็นทำให้ อลินดา ตัดสินใจเดินเข้าสู่โลกมืด "ขายบริการ งานสบาย รายได้ดี" คำพูดของเพื่อนมีค่าก็เมื่อวันที่ชีวิตเดินมาถึงทางตัน "คุณคีย์ ลูกค้าที่ดัน 'ถูกสเปค' ชี้นิ้วเลือกเธอ ฟาดหัวเธอด้วยเงิน อย่างน้อยเขาก็โผล่มาในเวลาที่ 'ใช่' เหมือนมือมืดช่วยฉุดคนที่กำลัง จมน้ำ ก่อนลมหายใจเฮือกสุดท้าย จะหมดลง + ในวินาทีสุดท้าย เขากัดลงบนลำคอขาวเนียน ดูดแรง ๆ มือที่สอดประสานบีบกระชับแนบแน่น กดสะโพกกระแทกท่อนเนื้ออุ่นร้อนอีกสี่ห้าครั้ง ปลดปล่อยน้ำรักในร่องสวาทชื้นฉ่ำที่มีเครื่องป้องกันขวางกั้น สุขแบบ ใจเต้นแรง ควบคุมตัวเองไม่ได้ มันช่างได้อารมณ์ 'ฟีลแฟน' สุขล้ำ หวามไหว ใจล่องลอยราวอยู่ในฝัน อลินดาพลิกกายนอนหงาย อยู่ภายใต้ร่างของเขา ท่ามกลางแสงไฟส่องมาจากตึกสูงรอบด้าน เม็ดฝนที่สาดกระทบผนัง แววตาที่ซ่อนความ 'ร้าย' คล้ายจะแผ่วลง เหมือนมา 'ฮันนีมูน' มากกว่า 'ขายบริการ' ใต้ฉากหน้าที่แสน 'โหดเหี้ยม' เธอมองว่าเขาคือ 'มาเฟียนักรัก' ที่ไม่รู้ว่ากระชากหัวใจผู้หญิงมาเท่าไหร่แล้ว 'รอยจูบ' ที่ฝากไว้ จะลบมันออกไปยังไงดี

On the tenth day after I perished in the avalanche, my husband finally remembered me. His first love was suffering from aplastic anemia and urgently needed a bone marrow transplant—one that only I could provide. He came home holding a donation consent form, ready for me to sign, only to find the house empty. Kelly leaned weakly against him. "Vanessa must really hate me. She doesn't want to donate her bone marrow, so she ran away on purpose, didn't she?" "Maybe we should just forget it," she sighed. "I can hold on a little longer." Caden gently comforted her, his heart aching. "I won't let anything happen to you." "It's just a bone marrow donation. It's not like she'll die from it." Then he pulled out his phone and sent me a message: [No matter where you are, come back immediately and sign the donation consent form.] [Don't be so selfish! Kelly is seriously ill. If she doesn't get a transplant soon, she'll die. It's just bone marrow—I'm not asking for your life!] [If you keep refusing, I'll stop paying for your mother's medical bills!] Caden… I died the moment you walked away from the ski resort with Kelly. The avalanche buried me and our unborn child beneath the snow. My mother, in her desperate attempt to save me, was torn apart by wild wolves. How could you not know?

I was a sketch artist acting for the police. On a secret mission, I was discovered by a murderer. My eyes were gouged out, and my body was dismembered, unceremoniously dumped in a garbage bin. On the brink of death, I called my boyfriend, a criminal investigator. However, he hung up on me because he was busy accompanying his first love to a prenatal checkup. A few days later, he received a painting that was a vital clue to finding the murderer, but he thought I was playing tricks on him. In his anger, he tore that portrait to shreds. After he found out the truth, he spent the whole night searching through the garbage to piece it back together.

I was with a fishmonger for seven years. Every night, he pinned me beneath him, reckless and wild. Until one day, he took off his bloodstained apron and came clean–he was getting engaged to Sophia, the Bilotti heiress. Only then did I learn that he was the Don of the Colleo family. “Hahaha! You fooled around with Ms. Mancini for seven years, only to take another delicate young lady’s hand in marriage. Surely, she’s going to come at you.” “Don Colleo, you should keep things sweet with her.” His men’s laughter echoed in my ears. “What’s the rush? I’ve broken her well enough these past seven years. If you don’t mind, you can have her for a couple of days. Evelyn… flexible.” On the day of Vincent’s engagement party, I handed the evidence of his crimes to the police. As the sirens ripped open the city night, someone called out my name. I smiled and leaped from the eighteenth floor.

Thor and I grew up together—we were the definition of childhood sweethearts. We'd promised to attend the same university, graduate, and marry right after senior year. Everyone envied us. They said we were a perfect match, destined for a lifetime together. And I believed that too. I truly thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him. Until the final semester of our senior year in high school, when a new transfer student named Lina joined our class. At first, the two barely spoke. But as they grew familiar, their bond deepened in ways I could no longer ignore. He started staying after school to tutor her, bringing her breakfast every morning. When she was upset, he'd take her for a drive along the coast. If she craved Italian steak, he'd have fresh cuts flown in. Even during her period, he'd quietly prepare everything she needed. I was furious. I confronted him, argued with him, and even threatened to break up. The first time I said it, he thought I was joking and coaxed me out of my anger. The second time, he dismissed it as another tantrum and tried different ways to please me. The third time, he broke down—standing outside my house in the pouring rain all night, half kneeling before me, begging for forgiveness. Again and again, I tried to leave, and every time, he refused to let me go. Yet with each reconciliation, something in him shifted. He started taking me for granted, assuming I would always come back. His patience wore thin. His apologies turned perfunctory. Even when he came to make peace, there was no sincerity left in his voice. So I said it for the hundredth time, and that was the last. That was the moment I finally gave up on him.