Milo Thunder Porn

“ There's no way we're going to accept you as our mate! You're too weak and you don't fit to be the future Luna of Mystic pack! This pack deserves someone better! Someone who is stronger than you.” “ A mate is a gift from the moon goddess…” Amelia believed the narrative that was passed from generation to generation. Until it was her turn to receive the gift. ____ Amelia’s world turned upside down when she found out that she was mated to the alpha twins. They rejected her right away, claiming she was too weak. She accepted the rejection since she had no choice, watching the twins’ as they chose whom they wanted to be mated to, Sarah and Lola. However, during the marking ceremony, the pack was attacked and  something unusual happened. Amelia screamed when her mother was about to be taken away as a slave. The clear sky turned dark and thunder struck. A luminous light surrounded her and everyone was shocked. Desperate to save her mother, she used the energy surrounding her to attack the  warriors who were holding her mother captive. The attackers were afraid, watching in horror as the butchered bodies dropped dead. They retrieved, afraid for their lives. “ THE CHOSEN!” A prophetess said… What will the alpha twins do? Will they continue with the marking ceremony?

The rumbling of the thunder and the rain kept pouring in torrent as Martina knelt in front of the man she called her husband and beside him was the only person she had ever called friend. With blood dripping down from her white nightwear and sweat glistening her forehead despite the cold weather, tears were streaming down her eyes. The two people in front of her looked like the devil she has watched from movies when she was just a child and the much talked about demon from her Bible stories. This was the longest night of her life, how she wished everything would end and she would wake up in her big comfy bed back at her father’s mansion but here she was, kneeling in front her own husband begging for her life while her best friend just sat there with a glass of whisky in hand. Martina was left wondering if it was not too cold for whiskey at this time. Five years later, she is reborn as the youngest and richest CEO and guess what??? Her ex husband is her cousin and she will be married to the richest and the most dominant man in America.. revenge is sure to be served hot.

Ang kwentong ito ay iikot sa buhay ni Ahtisa De Guzman, isang inosenteng babaeng nag tiwala sa itinuring niyang kaibigan na akala nya ay tutulungan sya makahanap ng side line upang makatulong sa nag -aagaw buhay niyang ama, ngunit sa halip na trabaho, sya pala ay ibinenta nito na nagbunga iyon ng isang batang lalaki. Kinamuhian niya ang kaibigan na nagtago na matapos siya nitong ibenta. Kinamumuhian din niya ang lalaking bumili sa kanya at nais niya itong makaharap Milo upang pghigantihan ngunit sa ngayon ay mag iipon muna sya ng lakas ng loob, tapang, at kompiyansa sa sarili bago niya ito balikan. Hindi man niya gaanong natitigan ang mukha ng lalaki matapos niya itong pukpukin ng flower vase sa ulo ay hindi naman niya nakakalimutan ang lugar kung saan siya binaboy nito. Hindi rin siya makapag focus dito dahil sa sobrang busy niya sa trabaho at sa pag aalaga sa anak niya. Gayonpaman, nangako sya sa sarili na hahanapin niya ang lalaki at paghihigantihan ito. Hindi siya titigil hanggat hindi nagagantihan ang taong umabuso sa kanya. Ngunit ganoon man ang kanyang sinapit, sa halip na kamuhian ang bata, minahal niya ito at siyang naging dahilan niya para lumaban, at harapin ang mga pagsubok sa buhay ng buong tapang, at mulling bumuo ng matayog na pangarap. Ngunit ang lahat ng Ito ay maglalaho nang umabot na sa ikalimang taon ang bata at doon napag alaman na may malubha itong sakit, sakit na ang tanging lunas ay bone marrow transplant mula sa sarili nitong ama dahil hindi nagmatched ang sa kanya.

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Lors du tremblement de terre, mon mari, Milo Alarie, capitaine de l'équipe de secours, m'a laissée derrière pour sauver son premier amour, Christine Bassot. Je ne l'ai pas empêché et l'ai laissé partir, car, dans une vie antérieure, face à la même situation, il avait choisi de sauver d'abord moi, enceinte de huit mois. Et Christine, en raison de l'intervention tardive, avait été ensevelie sous les décombres à la suite des répliques, mourant asphyxiée. Plus tard, le jour de mon accouchement, Milo m'avait emmenée devant sa tombe. Il m'avait regardée tomber à terre à cause de la douleur intense, ignorant mes supplications incessantes. « Jennifer, ça fait mal, n'est-ce pas ? Mais, tu sais, ce jour-là, Christine souffrait mille fois plus que toi sous les décombres ! » Je le regardais, incrédule, et il m'avait dit, impitoyable : « Ce jour-là, tu étais dans une zone de sécurité ! Si tu n'avais pas utilisé ta grossesse comme excuse, Christine aurait-elle manqué l'opportunité de secours optimale ? Elle a souffert à cause de toi, et maintenant, je veux que tu ressentes sa douleur ! » Il m'avait forcée à me prosterner devant la photo de Christine, mes douleurs s'intensifiant alors que je saignais abondamment. Finalement, j'étais morte à cause de complications pendant l'accouchement et une hémorragie. Lorsque j'ai rouvert les yeux, j'ai découvert que j'étais retournée à ce jour fatidique ! Cette fois, ni mon enfant, ni moi, ne compterions sur lui !