List Of Positive Attitudes

Myst Phandora Fayrel, an orphan girl living a common life in the outer skirt of the least known but strongly built, the farthest kingdom in the whole Phirellium Realm (Phantasm World), a world where various people do possesses extraordinary powers that can make impossible things happen. She was alone in life, ever since her most beloved person had died because of an accident. She was forced to learn to be independent at the young age of six to survive because she doesn't have anybody other than her cherished person to seek help and care. Fortunately, she was taught to prevail in hardships and face everything in a positive light and so she survives throughout the passing years. And along those times she gains something precious to her, an ardent friendship. Then she got involved in a very serious situation that she, for the first time in her years of existence, hesitated. She was tag along to a new series of events that will change her life forever cause of her friendship. She never knew any of those royal and noble matters at first and never intended to learn anything about them entirely, but it all changes as she finds things related to her past. After that, coincidence keeps on occurring, some new people arrived that is bound to change her life, and things she ignored in the past and didn't give any thoughts about came tumbling down to her as a significant key to the truth that everyone was succumbing to find out after so many years. Will she meet new friends? Or make new foes? Will she learn to love along the way? Will all her doubts and questions be answered? Adequately, nobody knows what will happen yet.

"Zyran, look at me. If you walk out that door with her, you can't come back," Roosevelt pleaded, her hand instinctively covering her stomach. Zyran paused, his hand on the doorknob, while his childhood sweetheart wept softly against his chest. He didn't look back. "She needs me, Roosevelt. You are strong; you can take care of yourself." The door clicked shut, sealing his decision. He didn't notice the blood trickling down Roosevelt's leg, nor did he hear her whisper, Roosevelt had everything a woman could want: beauty, a great reputation as a top interior designer, and a marriage to Zyran, the city's coldest and most elusive billionaire. Though Zyran spoke little and showed hardly any affection, Roosevelt loved him quietly. She believed his hardness was a shield she could one day break through. On the eve of their fourth anniversary, Roosevelt got the miracle she had hoped for: a positive pregnancy test. She dreamed of the moment his icy demeanor would warm into a smile, finally bringing their family together. But before she could share the news, the ghost of Zyran’s past returned. A fragile, teary-eyed woman from his youth reappeared, seeking his protection and time. As Zyran’s attention shifted, Roosevelt slipped into the background of her own marriage. She thought she could bear the neglect until a life-changing accident forced Zyran to choose between his wife and his past. He made his choice, and by the time the billionaire understood the weight of what he had lost, Roosevelt and the secret she carried was already gone.

“Have you ever imagine yourself loving me,even for once?’” Giselle asked hopefully, expecting a positive answer. He laughed. “Look Giselle, everything between us is purely business and pleasure, nothing more ,don’t ever forget that “ Her phone continued to ring as she walked through the court’s hallway. Definitely ,she knew it was her family members . They might have heard what she just did; terminated her arranged marriage . At the same time, Julian,a famous billionaire and longtime crush of Giselle, had also being abandoned by his fiancée at the altar for another man. Desperate to finally be with the love of her life, without thinking about the consequences of her actions, offered herself as a replacement bride to spare him from embarrassment. After Giselle endured a loveless and toxic marriage for three years, Giselle begs for a divorce after being framed by Mrs Walker and Gwen,ex-fiancé of Julian. She vowed to find another man who would love, cherish and worship her as the queen she is. This was her wish if she was to marry a second time. A year later, they meet again. Julian confronted Giselle, demanding, “Do not let other men touch you!” “And what if I do?”, I resorted indifferently, shocking Julian with my new attitude. “You don’t want to know”, he replied in a raged tone. “Look Mr. Walker, I never liked my experience living with you and in case you forgot I’m not your wife anymore”, I shot back faunting my naked ring finger in his face. “Now if you would excuse me”, I continued before disdainfully turning and walking away, leaving him behind.

Life is unpredictable. The people whom we deem to be closer to us may not be one. The people whom we think love us may not love us. Laya, who is twenty-two years old, has high ambitions. But they were shattered when she heard that she was going to get married. No one asked her opinion or cared about it. Shattered. She wondered if her parents were alive. But sadly, there were no if’s and maybe in life. But she felt blessed when she got married to Rahul Ravi Raj, a billionaire. He is sinfully handsome, whenever he was close to her, butterflies fluttered all over her body. And he never left a chance to tease her sexually. When she thought her married life would be glad for him, fate had its last laugh. He left her for business for three months, with his mother. And his mother who was pressuring Laya to get pregnant got to know they didn’t consummate their marriage. Taking her son's absence as the chance, she tortured her. Laya almost died because of her physical abuse. By the time, Rahul returned she was in the hospital. Seeing her in that state, he realized whatever positive and budding feelings she had for him were dead. Now, all she had for him were hate and fear. But little did Laya not know was her marriage wasn’t a flash marriage or an arranged marriage. Rahul married her for his reasons. And one of the biggest reasons for marrying her was to save her from dangers. Can he win back her love for him? Can he save her if she goes away from him? What were his reasons for him to marry her?

At my three-year anniversary dinner with Vincent Hartwell, his secretary deliberately poured red wine over my head. I finally reached my breaking point and slapped her in front of all the guests. That very night, the incident spread like wildfire through high society circles. When my mother saw the leaked bedroom photographs of the two of them, the shock triggered a heart attack. She collapsed and died on the spot. When I learned the news, I sank to the floor and cried all night. Meanwhile, Vincent stayed by his secretary's side, comforting her. When he came home, he brushed past my disheveled state without a glance, loosened his tie, and spoke in that careless tone of his. "I've already buried the story. Don't let it happen again. "I have a meeting tonight. Pull yourself together and get to the villa within thirty minutes. Madison needs you." As he walked toward the door, he added over his shoulder, "She's fragile right now because of the pregnancy. If you do anything to harm my only child, I won't forgive you." I listened without crying or arguing. However, after he left, I pulled the divorce agreement from my drawer that I had prepared weeks ago. Beneath it lay my own positive pregnancy test. 'Vincent, I'll leave to find my biological father in three days.' This time, I was really leaving. I would make sure my father paid for every grievance I had endured over the last few years.

On our sixth wedding anniversary, my cheeks burn as I dodge my husband, Ethan Grant, leaning in for a hungry kiss. I push him toward the nightstand for a rubber. What he doesn't know is that I've tucked a surprise in there, a positive pregnancy test. I can already see it, the way his whole face will light up the second he finds it. But the moment his hand goes for the drawer, his phone goes off. His best friend, Henry Miller, comes on the line in Danish. "Mr. Grant, how was last night? That new love couch our company rolled out is treating you okay?" Ethan lets out a low laugh and answers in Danish, "The massage feature's great. Saves me from having to rub Sandy's back myself." He still has me pulled tight against him, but his eyes look straight through me, like he's seeing someone else. "This stays between us. If my wife ever finds out I slept with her sister, I'm done." It feels like someone just put a knife through my chest. What they don't know is that I minored in Danish in college, so I catch every single word. I force myself to stay calm, but the arms I have looped around Ethan's neck won't stop shaking. At that moment, I stop hesitating and decide I'll take the offer from that international research project. Three days from now, I'll be gone from Ethan's world for good.

When I go home for the holidays, I find out that my dad has installed a facial recognition machine at the front door. "You'll have to pay an entry fee of 50 thousand dollars. Will you be paying by card or payment code?" I thought my dad was joking at first. As I laugh, I attempt to walk through the front door while pushing my luggage forward. But my mom passes me a price list with an icy look. "That'll be 200 dollars for dragging stuff across the floor. You'll also be charged 1,000 dollars per hour for using up the air." I'm stunned by her words. "Mom, stop messing around already!" But when I walk into the house, I realize that the air inside has disappeared. Unable to breathe, my face soon turns bright red out of suffocation as I kneel down on the floor. My mom huffs coldly again. "If you want to live, then pay up!" With great difficulty, I dig out my phone and pay the fees. Once the transaction is done, I can feel air rushing through my nostrils and into my lungs. For a few moments, I pant heavily. As I stare at my cold-looking parents, I finally feel that something is off. So, I scramble up to my feet and rush for the door. But that's when I find out that the front door is already welded shut. There's a payment code pasted on the door as well as a message. "Exit fee. One million dollars."

Lance, a Mafia Boss, a man with an iron fist and dispensing harsh justice to anyone who disobeyed his law. He was feared by men and desired by women, but his heart was frozen, kept hidden behind thick icy walls. All that changed when Bella came crashing into his life. Bella was an ordinary woman, but she had a big heart and was determined to break through Lance’s cold walls. She showed him a whole new perspective on the world and slowly melted his frozen heart. Although Lance was wary of opening himself up to Bella, he found himself wanting to be closer to her. Their relationship was tested when Bella’s brother, a petty criminal, was caught in one of Lance’s raids. Lance was determined to punish him according to his law, but Bella begged him to spare her brother’s life. In the end, Lance decided to show mercy, and Bella was deeply grateful. The couple’s relationship blossomed and Lance opened himself up to Bella, revealing his true self. He started to become more caring and compassionate and was no longer the cold-hearted Mafia Boss. Their relationship had a positive efect on Lance’s business. He became more lenient, particularly when it came to punishing those who hurt women or children. This made him even more respected in the city and soon he was known as the kind-hearted Mafia Boss. Bella and Lance’s relationship was not formed without its challenges. They had to keep their relationship a secret due to the danger and scrutiny that would come with it, but eventually they decided to make it public. Despite the disapproval of their families and the danger it posed to them both, will they stay together and continue to love each other's flaws?

Everyone in New York knew that Don Lorenzo Capone loved his wife dearly. At the height of our love, he shielded me from a bullet that went straight through his chest. The hospital issued eleven critical condition notices. I cried myself hoarse at the door of the emergency room. "Lorenzo, don't you dare die on me, or I'll instantly find a pretty boy to marry and have children with!" He survived the ordeal, and the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to marry me. After the marriage, he ruled over New York's largest underground empire with an iron fist, but never allowed any woman to get close to him. On our third wedding anniversary, I went to his private dock to give him a surprise. There, I saw him holding a pair of twins, teaching them how to shoot. The man who could kill without batting an eye was looking at the children with eyes full of affection. The children's mother was Elena Tribbiani, the daughter of an arms dealer who was his equal. "Lorenzo, what if Vivian finds out?" Lorenzo dismissed it casually. "A fragile porcelain doll like her is only fit to be displayed in a glass case. Only a she-wolf like you is worthy of bearing my family's cubs." It turned out, what I thought was true love was merely a carefully-woven lie. I did not confront him. Instead, I sent a text message to an FBI special agent. "Agent Smith, I have a list of the arms deal you’re investigating."

My boyfriend belonged to the untouchables among the capital's elite, with a family fortune worth tens of billions. To "test" me, he spent seven years never buying me a single gift, never spending a cent on me. Even a stop at a convenience store for condoms had to be split down the middle. Then, my mother fell critically ill. I borrowed from every friend and relative I could, but I was still two thousand short to cover the surgery fees. No matter how much I pleaded, he refused to lend me the money. I arranged my mother's funeral on my own. When I went back to pack my belongings, I accidentally found a list of gifts he had bought for the young woman next door. A private luxury estate. Designer handbags. Jewelry worth hundreds of millions. There was also a voice chat with his friend. "Caleb, is it true Jessica actually humbled herself and begged you for two thousand?" Caleb Brooks let out a low, amused laugh, his tone lazy and indifferent. "Nevaeh wasn't wrong. Anyone who goes around begging over two thousand — what else is she if not a gold digger? "We've only been together seven years and she's already trying to get money out of me." So that was the truth. Seven years of so-called testing, it seemed, had been sparked by nothing more than a few manipulative words from a young woman next door. However, it no longer mattered. The moment my mother passed away, I had already decided to leave him.