Midori Your Turn To Die

Leon Vincent, the shark of Warren Street, is the one who raised me. Twelve years ago, a fire tore through the orphanage and took everything from me. He was the one who pulled me out of the flames and gave me a second chance at life. To repay him, we make a weird deal—a 99-debt contract. I have to either obey him or be abandoned 99 times. After that, the debt will be cleared. Every time he goes on a date with some high-society socialite, he'll toss another insanely expensive piece of jewelry into my safe. In just two short years after turning 18, I've accumulated 96 diamonds in my safe, each one marking the 96 times he's cast me aside. One day, his fiancee, Elena Harrington, sends me a provocative email. "Dearest Isabelle, Leon and I are finalizing the wedding invitations. Do you think velvet with gold foil or matte leather would be more elegant? The ceremony's early next month. Can't wait to see you there! Love, Elena." Right after that, Leon calls, asking me to pack his bags for the summit in Parienne tomorrow. I simply send the wedding gift I've prepared in advance—a seven-figure emerald necklace—straight to his darling Elena without any words. That night, Leon returns to the apartment and finds out what I've done. He praises me for being considerate. Late into the night, he pulls me into his arms with rare tenderness. Nothing is left between us; no clothes, no holding back. He whispers that he wants to give me a special kind of reward, one that only I can carry. Somehow, Elena discovers my pregnancy. She stands on the balcony of Vincent Estate, screaming like her life depends on it. "Leon, I'm begging you! Don't let her have that baby! If you do, I'll jump!" The cold and proud Leon begs me, for the first time, to get rid of the baby. Everyone at the party awaits my breakdown, but I just smile softly and nod. "Alright. I will." He whispers in my ear, "Our marriage is just a business arrangement. I don't even like her. Once we're divorced, I'll give you another baby." What he fails to realize is that it was never in my plans to keep this one. There are only three more times left before I pay off this life debt from when he pulled me out of that fire all those years ago. After the 99th time, I board a ship bound for Azara to join a medical research mission. From that moment on, my life will be mine alone to live for.

When Serena finds herself mated to her oppressor, she knew she was one of the few wolves that the moon goddess hated. She has resolve, bring down her old mate and make sure everybody pays for what they have done to her. Lycan king Ardan has to find his mate before he turns thirty and time is running out. He feels betrayed when his mate turns out to be a lowlife omega who was rejected by her first mate for infidelity. Ardan would rather die than go within an inch of Serena but mate bonds have a way of bringing even he strongest of men to their knees, and Ardan will not be an exception.

Rhexyl is a college student whom you wouldn't want to know. She is a nerd and likes wearing boyish clothes. She might just be an ordinary girl, but with a very cunning attitude and certified rule breaker. She was always oblivious to her surroundings, and never cared even though she always had been bullied. Until one day, she got into the University of Der Mord, the school of everyone's dreams. Suddenly, her quiet life, as well as her heart, came into life when she had met Sylvester - a silent, cold-hearted, snob, and extremely dangerous man. What kind of life awaits her? Will she be able to stay or just leave?

Love is something that everyone wanted.It makes someone special, loved, and happy.Sobrang sarap sa pakiramdam ng salitang LOVE, yung feeling na lagi ka daw nasa ulap kapag in love ka.But what if I told you that Hannah Kim, a 21 years old girl destined to choose either she love or someone special to her will die.Kung ikaw si Hannah, anong pipiliin mo? Love or....Die?? Love or Die Written By: Daniexxie_

"Please...!' Let me explain,...." Pagmamakaawang pakiusap pa ng dalagang si Zairyl sa kanya habang pinipiit siya nito na wag umalis at pakinggan ang kung anung kasinungalingan pang balak nitong sabihin sa kanya,. Ngunit bigo ang dalagang si Zairyl na muling mabilog pa nito ang kanyang ulo dahil nakapagpasya na siya at walang kapatawaran ang sakit na ginawa nito sa kanya. Matapos siya nitong paglaruan at paibigin ay ipinagkalulu siya nito at ipinahamak kay Don Mariano ang taong tumulong at nagtiwala sa kanya, isa pang mas dumurog sa kanyang puso ng maspinili ng dalaga ang makulong siya kasya pumayag ito na magpakasal sa kanya dahil lingid sa kaalaman niya na meron pala itong ibang Mahal at pinaglaruan lamang nito ang isang katulad niya. Matapos pa siya nitong hayaang makulong ay ipinabugbug pa siya at walang awang ipinapatay nito para lamang tuluyang mawala siya sa landas nito upang walang maging hadlang sa pagpapakasal nito sa isang mayamang negosyante, kaya mula noon ay pinatay narin niya ang kanyang sarili maging ang kanyang katauhan at pinaltan niya ang kanyang buong pagkatao. Kaya halinat subaybayan natin ang sakit na idinulot ng dalagang si Zairyl sa Binatang Si Tom Walter kung muli ba siya nitong maibabalik at sa dating siya at mapapalambot pa Kaya nitong muli ang kanyang damdamin. Thank you and God bless.

Summary: When The Tables Turn Amelia Hart has always believed she knew who she was — grounded, careful, loved. She's been with Colton for years, a relationship that started young and bloomed into the kind of comfort most people envy. But comfort can be deceiving. When Amelia leaves high school behind and follows her friends to a campus college in town, everything familiar starts to shift — especially when it comes to Micah Rivera. Micah was always part of the group, quiet but magnetic in a way that drew people without trying. He'd admired Amelia from afar, since she first stepped foot at Northridge high — harmlessly, quietly, always just on the edge of being noticed. But the harmlessness fades when his attention begins to linger too long, his compliments too pointed, his gaze too knowing. And then one day, he stops. The sudden absence sends Amelia spiraling, confused if the attention Micah ever gave her was real or was it an illusion in Amelia's head. "When The Tables Turn" is a psychological slow-burn romance that unravels the dangers of desire, the hunger for attention, and the haunting truth of what happens when being seen becomes an addiction. Following

An unserem siebten Hochzeitstag saß ich rittlings auf meinem Mafia-Ehemann Lucian und küsste ihn innig. Meine Finger tasteten in der Tasche meines teuren Seidenkleides nach dem Schwangerschaftstest, den ich dort versteckt hatte. Ich wollte ihm die Nachricht meiner unerwarteten Schwangerschaft erst am Ende des Abends mitteilen. Lucians rechte Hand, Marco, fragte mit einem anzüglichen Lächeln auf Italienisch: „Don, dein kleiner Kanarienvogel Sophia – wie schmeckt sie?“ Lucians spöttisches Lachen vibrierte in meiner Brust und ließ mir eiskalte Schauer den Rücken hinunterlaufen. Er antwortete ebenfalls auf Italienisch: „Wie ein unreifer Pfirsich. Frisch und zart.“ Seine Hand streichelte immer noch meine Taille, doch sein Blick war in die Ferne gerichtet. „Behaltet das unter uns. Wenn meine Donna das erfährt, bin ich ein toter Mann.“ Seine Männer grinsten wissend, hoben ihre Gläser und schworen Stillschweigen. Die Wärme in meinem Blut erstarrte Stück für Stück zu Eis. Was sie nicht wussten: Meine Großmutter stammte aus Sizilien, also verstand ich jedes Wort. Ich zwang mich zur Ruhe und bewahrte das perfekte Lächeln einer Donna, doch meine Hand, die das Champagnerglas hielt, zitterte. Anstatt eine Szene zu machen, öffnete ich mein Handy, fand die Einladung zu einem privaten internationalen Medizinforschungsprojekt von vor einigen Tagen und tippte auf „Annehmen“. In drei Tagen würde ich vollständig aus Lucians Welt verschwinden.

Im fünften Jahr ihrer Ehe kam das Geheimnis von Gustav Müllers Geliebter ans Licht. Es war allgemein bekannt. Um ihr den Ruf der „Dreisten“ zu ersparen, kam Gustav mit den Scheidungsunterlagen zu mir und sagte: „Professor Schmidt hat mir damals geholfen. Kurz vor seinem Tod bat er mich, gut auf Jana Schmidt aufzupassen. Jetzt, da diese Sache ans Licht gekommen ist, kann ich nicht einfach wegsehen.“ In all diesen Jahren war Jana immer Gustavs erste Wahl. In meinem früheren Leben hörte ich diese Worte und brach zusammen. Ich schrie, weinte und weigerte mich, mich scheiden zu lassen. Erst als ich an schwerer Depression litt und Gustav, nachdem Jana sagte: „Chloe sieht nicht krank aus“, glaubte, ich täuschte Krankheit vor, um ihn in eine Falle zu locken und zu betrügen, reichte er die Scheidung ein. Da wurde mir klar, dass ich niemals gegen die Person ankommen würde, die ihm geholfen hatte. Verzweifelt nahm ich mir das Leben. Als ich wieder erwachte, unterschrieb ich ohne Zögern die Scheidungsvereinbarung.

I was Claire Vitale, the lost daughter they forgot, the bride my lover betrayed—and the dying girl they failed to notice. For five long years, I lived like a stranger in my own home. The Vitale mansion was a beautiful prison, where every kind word hid a lie, every promise was false, and even Lawrence, the man I was supposed to marry, cared more for Vanessa than for me. None of them saw how my body weakened each day, how the pain grew sharper. They were too busy watching their precious Vanessa. Vanessa—the perfect adopted daughter, was the girl my parents loved more than me. She came into our family when I was lost, and when I returned, I found my place already taken—by her. Just as the illness was quietly taking my future. Now she was gone, and they all pointed fingers at me, convinced I was behind her disappearance. The machine they strapped to my head would pull memories straight from my mind. "Where is she?" my father roared. My mother sobbed in the corner. Lawrence, my fiancé, stood silent—his accusing eyes louder than any shout. But I knew the truth would shock them—how Vanessa hurt me, how she faked accidents, how she made sure no one ever believed me. The machine would show them everything. As the machine began its work, I trembled—from fear and exhaustion. After all these years of being unheard, would they finally see?

Meine Ehe mit Don Stefan Schmidt fehlte immer nur der letzte Schritt zur Vollendung. Fünf Jahre waren wir verlobt, zweiunddreißig Mal versuchten wir zu heiraten, doch jedes Mal vereitelte ein plötzlicher Unfall die Trauung. Beim dreiunddreißigsten Versuch brach mitten in der Zeremonie die Kirchenwand ein. Ich wurde von den Trümmern getroffen und landete auf der Intensivstation. Mein Schädel war geborsten, ich hatte ein schweres Schädel-Hirn-Trauma. Über zehn Bescheinigungen über Lebensgefahr erhielt ich… Zwei Monate kämpfte ich zwischen Leben und Tod, bis ich überlebte. Doch am Tag meiner Entlassung hörte ich zufällig Stefan mit seinem Vertrauten sprechen. „Boss, wenn Sie sich wirklich in dieses mittellose Mädchen verliebt haben, könnten Sie die Verlobung mit Fräulein Mia Fischer einfach lösen. Die Familie Schmidt kann alle Gerüchte ersticken. Warum müssen Sie immer wieder Unfälle arrangieren…?“ „Sie wäre beinahe gestorben.“ Die Stimme des Vertrauten klang vorwurfsvoll. Stefan schwieg lange, dann sagte er leise: „Ich habe keine Wahl … Vor zehn Jahren retteten Herr Fischer und seine Frau mir das Leben. Diese Schuld kann ich nur mit der Verlobung tilgen.“ „Aber ich liebe Sophie. Außer ihr will ich keine andere heiraten.“ Da wurde mir klar: All mein Leid kam nicht vom Schicksal, sondern aus dem kalkulierten Plan des Mannes, den ich liebte. Wenn er keine Entscheidung traf, beendete ich es eben für ihn.