Minna Esper Dayo

Maayos ang takbo ng lahat sa buhay ng dalagang si Rio Del Prado,almost perfect na nga ito.Mayaman siya,maganda,matalino at popular sa kaniyang eskwelahan.Subalit magbabago ang lahat ng ito sa isang iglap lamang.Matatanggap kaya niya ang tunay niyang pagkatao?At ano ang magiging papel sa kaniyang buhay ng lalaking bagong dayo sa kanilang eskwelahan?... Happy reading.

Ten years into the future, people of Earth have become advanced in technology. However, tragedy strikes again, killing millions all over the world. With no vaccine or cure, scientists sought other methods. A well-known scientist, Dayo Johnson, creates the Personifid in Nigeria, providing a chance to live forever in an artificial body. Meanwhile, something much darker is at work. A failed experiment of an old project is on the loose, killing people. Perhaps the New World is not as perfect as it seems.

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT SCENES. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. Seojin, an SS-rank Esper, is the golden retriever type—kind, powerful, and fiercely independent. But there's one thing he's sure of: he doesn't need a Guide, especially not a male one. Haunted by a traumatic childhood experience, Seojin has spent his life pushing away anything that might tie him down, particularly 'Guides'. He’s convinced he’s straight, and the mere idea of bonding with a male Guide is something he refuses to consider. Minseok, a mischievous and dominant S-rank Guide, notorious for his ability to tame even the strongest Espers. He has always been desired, pursued relentlessly by Espers who craves his touch. But none of them interest him—until he meets Seojin, the one Esper who dares to reject him outright. To Minseok, this isn't just about power anymore—Seojin’s resistance becomes an irresistible challenge. For the first time, an Esper he sees as different has the audacity to turn him away, and Minseok is determined to claim him by any means necessary. What starts as a battle of wills soon turns into something far more dangerous: a burning desire, undeniable attraction that neither can ignore. Enemies on the surface, Seojin and Minseok find themselves drawn together by a bond stronger than either expected. As their disdain/obsession towards each other turns into passion, they must confront their deepest fears and desires—because in the end, they might just be exactly what the other needs.

Cada Nochebuena, en la familia Marco se celebra una tradición absurda y cruel. Adrián Marco, heredero de la mafia, debe sacar un papel al azar para decidir si puede casarse conmigo. Porque yo no soy una de ellos. Porque no nací en la mafia. Si no aparece mi nombre, no hay boda. Durante cuatro años, Adrián sacó cuatro veces. Cuatro veces en las que mi nombre nunca apareció. Yo creí que luchaba por mí. Que estaba dispuesto a perder su lugar como Don con tal de elegirme. Cada fracaso venía acompañado de un abrazo. —Está bien —me decía al oído—. Siempre habrá un próximo año. Y yo esperé. Esperé tanto que dolía. Este año me prometí algo distinto: si mi nombre no salía… lo cambiaría yo misma. Pero entonces escuché la verdad, detrás de la puerta de su estudio. —Don… siempre sacas el nombre de Irene. ¿Por qué finges que no? ¿Aún no puedes soltar a Sera? Adrián no se detuvo. No dudó. —Sera me necesita. Haz lo de siempre. Cambia su nombre por uno en blanco. Cuando entré, el papel con mi nombre seguía sobre la mesa. El vacío, en la basura. Lo tomé. Y fui yo quien hizo el intercambio. Vi mi nombre caer en el fondo del cesto. Adrián Marco… ya no quiero esperar. Ni casarme contigo. Esta vez, tu elección será real.

As the only pureblood vampire of her generation, Esper was expected to choose a husband by the end of her 21st winter. It was something that she had been looking forward to since she had come of age. Some of the most sought after bachelors have traveled from around the globe just to compete for her hand. But she never expected to capture the attention of two suitors. Her heart is torn between the quiet but romantic Seraph Solar, the heir of the prestigious Imperial Guard, and the ever brooding Maxim Huiyan, the CFO of one of the oldest vampire enterprises: Xiafeng Legacies. How would she choose between them? And would the one she rejects give her away willingly to the other?

Con solo mencionar los preparativos de la boda, el primer amor de mi prometido salió corriendo en llanto. Luis Enrique me abofeteó con tal fuerza que caí al suelo, mirándome con odio puro: —¿Tan desesperada estás por casarte, Gabriela? ¿Tan patética que necesitas forzarme a esto?¡Posponemos la boda otra vez! Me llevé la mano a la mejilla ardiente, pero ni siquiera latió más rápido mi corazón. Con esta, ya eran ocho postergaciones. De los 28 a los 30 años, esperé en vano una respuesta. Esta vez, hice las maletas en silencio para salir. Al fin entendí: este matrimonio nunca debió existir.

Ivy Rosalía Jones, una joven y hermosa médica que trabaja en un hospital de los suburbios, está decidida a casarse con un hombre que conoció en una cita a ciegas, a pesar de que él está paralizado. Inicialmente, el matrimonio estaba destinado a ser simbólico, con la intención de que ninguno interfiriera en los asuntos del otro después de la boda. Sin embargo, Ivy nunca esperó que terminaría casándose con el hombre más influyente del mundo. Shawn Dyxon Tate, el esposo de Ivy, no tiene intenciones de dejar ir a su hermosa esposa. Desde que ella entró en su vida, tomó la decisión de consentirla y darle el mundo que nunca tuvo.

[Tags: Interstellar, Soul Matching, Beastkin, Succubus, Reverse Harem (All male leads are virgins), Alpha Rivalry, Jealousy War, Regret & Groveling Arc] They say that once you awakened as an esper, you were entitled to nine bonded matches. Lara White transmigrated during her freshman year. From that moment on, she had only one goal: become an esper, no matter the cost. Five relentless years in the interstellar era later, the universe finally paid her back. She matched with nine extraordinary prodigies. Unfortunately, these nine prodigies were either trying to unbind the match, pretending she did not exist, or actively scheming to drain her wallet dry. Match One, the interstellar wealth titan, sent her a message. [Matriarch, all my star credits were stolen by scammers. I don’t even have travel money to see you. Could you spare a little?] Match Two, the heir of the third-largest family on the Central Star, texted her. [I already have a female I like. I can’t be with you. Please terminate the bond.] Match Three, lord of the Three Major Domains, texted. [Females will only slow down my conquest of the interstellar realm!] Match Four, the world-weary leader of the Snow Domain, had something else to say. [Matriarch, kill me, and I will belong to you.] Match Five, a prodigy from the succubus race, was even stranger. [Matriarch, let me devour you, and we can be together forever.] As for the rest, they looked as if they had died inside the list. They were as silent as sleeping corpses. Lara notified the photon computer. [Unbind them all. Every single one. Let them bid their farewells. The next nine will be better behaved.] Later, the wealth titan texted her. [Matriarch, all my star credits are yours. I beg you, don’t unbind me!] The heir texted. [Matriarch, I realized it only now. The one I have always liked is you.] Domain Ruler knelt before her and said, “The entire interstellar realm cannot compare to you. Please choose me…” The Snow Domain’s Heir texted her. [You are my only reason to keep living.]

Na véspera do meu casamento, fui atropelada por Noemi Vasques, a doce amiga de infância do meu noivo. Sofri uma hemorragia grave, entre a vida e a morte. Viviane Prado, minha melhor amiga, ligou para o meu noivo, Frederico Azevedo. Ele recusou a chamada. A única resposta foi uma mensagem curta: "Noemi está gripada. Não tenho tempo." Viviane então ligou para o próprio namorado, Theo Albuquerque, um astro no auge da fama, com conexões em todo lugar. E ela ouviu a mesma resposta: — Noemi está doente. Neste momento, ela precisa de mim. Depois de uma noite inteira na sala de emergência, acordei. Viviane também estava lá. Nos olhamos. Dissemos juntos: — Não quero mais me casar. O que não esperávamos… É que, ao receberem nossas cartas de rompimento, eles perderam o controle.

¿Hasta dónde puede llegar alguien con dinero? Mi esposo tenía tanto que, en Bruma, le decían Medio Bruma, ya que casi la mitad de la ciudad es suya. Llevábamos cinco años casados; cada vez que se iba a acompañar a su amor de toda la vida, me traspasaba una casa. Cuando a mi nombre ya había noventa y nueve, él notó que yo había cambiado. Ya no lloré ni supliqué, simplemente me limité a escoger la mejor mansión de la ciudad, preparé la escritura y esperé a que él la firmara. Cuando lo hizo, su voz se le ablandó al prometer: —Cuando regrese, te llevaré a ver los fuegos artificiales. Guardé los papeles y asentí. Lo único que no le conté fue que: lo que acababa de firmar esa vez no era una casa más, sino… nuestro acuerdo de divorcio.