Mobile Phone Text Tula

Une semaine avant notre mariage, mon fiancé, Julien Valette, m’a laissée sans voix en m’annonçant qu’il devait d’abord épouser son premier amour avant de pouvoir m’épouser. « C’est parce que la mère de Manon est décédée », m’a-t-il expliqué d’un ton presque glacial, comme s’il s’agissait d’une simple formalité, « et elle souhaitait que je sois celui qui l’épouse… Sa mère a toujours rêvé qu’elle trouve un homme bien, et moi, je suis censé accomplir sa dernière volonté. Ne prends pas cela trop au sérieux. » Mais de mon côté, ma société avait déjà tout organisé pour notre grand jour, un événement qu’il avait qualifié de « mariage du siècle ». Elle avait même prévu de nous offrir un bijou exclusif de la collection True Love. D’un ton presque imperceptible d’impatience, il a ajouté : « Ce n’est qu’un milliard d’euros. Vraiment, qu’est-ce que c’est face à la piété filiale de Manon ? Si tu tiens vraiment à cette somme, trouve-toi un autre mari, je t’en prie. » Sous la froideur de ses paroles, mon cœur, lourd de déception, s’est serré. D’un geste mécanique, j’ai saisi mon téléphone pour appeler mon frère : « Noé, il faut que tu me trouves un autre futur époux. »

I run into my fiancé's childhood sweetheart at the entrance of a bar on Valentine's Day. She's been drugged and is unconscious. This time, I pretend not to see her and leave without another look back. I didn't know who she was in my past life and saved her out of kindness. Then, I accidentally saw my fiancé's name tattooed on her collarbone. I thought it was just a misunderstanding until I answered her phone and heard my fiancé's voice on the other end of the line. I hung up out of jealousy and anger. I ignored the 99 calls he gave me. I took his childhood sweetheart to one of my family's hotels and made sure she was well taken care of before leaving. Unexpectedly, she was violated that night. She committed suicide out of shame. My fiancé acted like nothing happened after hearing of this. He proceeded to give me a grand wedding. Then, when I found out I was pregnant, he broke my legs and locked me up at home. I broke down and asked him why he was doing this. He laughed manically. "Averie wouldn't have been violated if not for you. She wouldn't have taken her own life! It's all your fault!" To my surprise, when I open my eyes again, I find myself back to the day I run into Averie Lancaster outside the bar.

I was eighteen when I got together with Sam Bennett. We were in love for two years—at least, that was what I thought—until I found out I was nothing more than a stand-in for someone else. After a huge fight, we broke up. Not long after, Paxton Gibson, the warm and caring senior who had always looked out for me, began pursuing me passionately. He was persistent, unwavering, and so sincere that I finally let down my guard and accepted him. Just when I thought I had finally found true happiness, I overheard a phone call between Paxton and Sam. “Don’t worry, Leah trusts me completely. Take good care of Georgina. The surgery will happen soon.” In the end, when I really did disappear, they changed their minds. “Leah, come home with me, please?” I smiled, at peace with myself. “But I haven’t had a home for a long time.”

After a she-wolf who is the only child of the Alpha and Luna of her pack is burdened with high expectations, she feels overwhelmed and flees: heading from the werewolf territory and into human territory to start a new life. In this new life, she becomes an influencer and falls in love with a CEO and everything is just how she had always wanted; only for her to receive a text from an unknown person that would tear her whole life back to the ground, forcing her to return to her pack and be who she was truly meant to be: the female Alpha!

A very deep loss for the Syailendra family. Never imagined before, the death of her only brother was right on the birthday of her brother. When all eyes were fixed on Michael who was cutting his birthday cake, suddenly a gunshot boomed at the scene of the ongoing event, everyone panicked seeing the Michael who was limply covered in blood.One year waiting for the uncertain results regarding who killed her brother, Miska Aluna Syailendra is determined to find out for himself who killed her brother. Even the police have closed the case of her brother's death without knowing who is behind the case of her brother's death.Looking for evidence of whether her brother had any enemies during this time, Miska looked at her brother's phone call history hoping she would get proof. In the midst of searching for the perpetrator of her brother's shooting, Miska was kidnapped by the hired person who shot her brother. Trying to find help, she finally managed to retrieve one of the cellphones of the person who kidnapped him. Miska tried to contact her family but not a single call was answered, so she calling the police station to save her from the kidnappers. In the middle of the rescue process, Miska felt an unnatural feeling when she saw the figure of the police forcefully fighting the kidnappers. Miska tried to get rid of her feelings for the policeman who saved her who she knew was named Randy Pramono, finally she tried to explain to Randy so that she could help her reveal her brother's death.

Have you ever dreaded living a lifeless life? If not, you probably don't know how excruciating such an existence is. That is what Rue Mallory's life. A life without a meaning. Imagine not wanting to wake up every morning but also not wanting to go to sleep at night. No will to work, excitement to spend, no friends' company to enjoy, and no reason to continue living. How would an eighteen-year old girl live that kind of life? Yes, her life is clearly depressing. That's exactly what you end up feeling without a phone purpose in life. She's alive but not living. There's a huge and deep difference between living, surviving, and being alive. She's not dead, but a ghost with a beating heart. But she wanted to feel alive, to feel what living is. She hoped, wished, prayed but it didn't work. She still remained lifeless. Not until, he came and introduce her what really living is.

Connor's missing first love was found. When he received the police call, he lost his composure and rushed out of the office, forgetting to grab his jacket from the chair. The business partners he was discussing a new collaboration with were stunned, all of them unconsciously looking at Anne. "It's fine, continue," Anne withdrew her gaze from following Connor, offering a poised smile as she smoothly took over his unfinished words. "Regarding the investment in the new project..." An hour later, Anne personally saw off the business partners. She returned to her office, picked up her phone, and saw that there were no messages from Connor. Anne called Connor. After a few rings, the call was answered, but it was a girl's voice on the other end.

I stood between both of them masking my son from his gorgeous daddy but my stubborn son cocked his head and gave his dad a very beautiful sunburnt smile. I couldn't help but chuckle my baby is too cute. "Mommy, is this Daddy?" Oh my God! I looked behind us at Jale who was only a few steps away from us. I bet he clearly heard what my son had just asked me. The was he was looking at me with curiousty, I knew he wanted an answer to that question too. Who am I even kidding from his viking gold hair, brown chocolate eyes, his fair skin, to proud attitude. Everything he was was the same thing my boy was. Chase was a true young version of his daddy but I would never let him know that. I crouched down in front of my angel and kissed his forehead before answering his question. My eyes shot up at Jale again who pretended like he was looking at something on his phone yet his phone's screen was blank then. After making sure he had his attention to us, I cupped my baby's cheeks and made him look into my eyes. "No honey, this man is not your daddy but uncle. He is uncle Jale." I could see Jale's face fall from the sides of my face. Suck a jerk! What did he expect that I was going to say Chase is his son. That is something I would never do in my life. I would never let Jale into my son's life. I will never let him know he is my baby's daddy because he doesn't deserve my little boy at all. He doesn't deserve us after all the horrible things he did to me five years ago.

It's my first time going on a trip with my boyfriend. I overhear him on the phone with his friend as they discuss how he's going to deflower me. "Grayson, you should be able to have your way with Summer this time, right?" "Don't even talk about that. She's so conservative—I've said and done everything, yet she refuses to budge!" I lower my hand instead of knocking on the door. I stand outside the room and listen as he continues. "Come off it. We've given you so many ideas in the group chat, haven't we? Have none of them worked? And didn't you guys get a room yesterday? You should've just brought sedatives. Think about how easy it would've been if you could've just knocked her out!" Grayson Hale snaps, "I forgot, alright? Besides, who would've known there'd be two beds in the room? She insisted on sleeping separately, too. I sneaked onto her bed in the middle of the night when I saw she was asleep. She woke up just as I was about to take off her clothes and kicked me off!" My blood runs cold. My hands tremble as I reply to my boss' message. "I accept headquarter's decision to transfer me."

I'm in the hills for a project inspection when a sudden downpour hits. I lose my footing and tumble down a steep slope. Lying in a pool of blood, I fumble for my phone and call my husband, Joel Grant, who's supposed to be nearby. "Rachel has anxiety. I only brought her back to her hometown to help her unwind. Can you stop being so paranoid and jealous for once? You're due in two weeks. I'll be there, okay? Just behave." In the background, I hear Rachel giggle softly. "The models have to be in their birthday suit for sketching, right?" Joel hangs up without another word. My sister-in-law—and best friend—Chloe Murphy finds me. She's sobbing as she cradles me, desperately trying to call her husband, Michael Grant, for help. "Are all pregnant women insane these days?" Michael snaps. "Don't start with the same manipulative crap as Anna. Joel and I are busy modeling for Rachel. We don't have time for your petty dramas." Then he blocks her. My injuries are too severe. There's no way help will arrive in time. Despite being heavily pregnant herself, Chloe hoists me onto her back and carries me down the mountain to the nearest hospital. Somehow, I survive. My baby doesn't. Chloe, devastated and physically pushed past her limits, loses her child too. "I want a divorce," I whisper with my eyes swollen from crying. "Me too. I'm done with Michael." We filed for divorce together. That's when Joel and Michael finally lose their minds.