Mortal.kombat Trilogy Online

Can you believe this? I was just some random fake-sweet girl online, then boom—the richest couple in Rivora City showed up waving fifty million, begging me to be their daughter-in-law. All because their son—the golden boy who was supposed to have it all—threw everything away simping for some broke school beauty. "If that tramp actually loved him, fine. But instead, she keeps rejecting him while milking his name for her family." "Our son's obsessed with that manipulative girl? Then we'll find someone faker. More manipulative. Fight poison with poison." Yeah... that stung a little. But a black card with fifty mil? Hard to stay offended. I signed on to "rescue" their hopeless son. Then I opened the file and laughed. That tramp? My sister. The same snake I crushed years ago.

My roommate had a strange obsession with taking cold showers on the balcony. She claimed it helped detox her body and brightened her skin. I warned her, “You should be more mindful of your privacy.” However, she only laughed, accusing me of being jealous of her flawless figure. Then, disaster struck. Her shower photos were leaked online, and soon after, thugs showed up at our door, demanding to humiliate her. Instead of taking responsibility, she turned on me. “It’s her! She’s the shameless one showering on the balcony!” Betrayed and defenseless, I was dragged into the woods and left to die, my life snuffed out in humiliation and pain. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on that fateful day—the day my roommate took her first cold shower on the balcony.

I leave my boyfriend without a word when he's at his lowest. He later makes a name for himself and forces me to marry him. Our relationship goes viral online and becomes the subject of everyone's envy. They all say he's desperately in love with me, but he later sleeps with other women in our bed. I fall from grace and become the city's biggest laughingstock. I don't cause a scene. Instead, I move into the guest bedroom and leave the master bedroom for them. He's furious as he grips my neck roughly. He bites my lips, drawing blood. "Why aren't you mad?" Because I'm sick. I don't have the time to wait for him to see the error of his ways anymore.

The moms at the company post about me online, claiming the free daycare I provide for their kids is a "prison" and a vile tactic to force them to work overtime. What they don't know is that the daycare was set up with imported equipment and staffed by internationally trained professionals. It costs nearly eight thousand dollars a month per child to operate. The internet curses me out, calling me a show-off and disgusting capitalist. So I grit my teeth and send out a company-wide announcement. "To support everyone's desire to handle their own childcare, the company has decided to close the free daycare program. Effective immediately, it will be replaced with a childcare benefit. Eligible mothers will receive 200 dollars a month." As soon as the notice goes out, the moms panic. They crowd outside my office, begging me not to shut it down.

Memiliki ipar yang tidak berbaik hati menganggapnya sebagai bagian dari keluarga, membuatnya diperlakukan tidak baik. Awalnya Larasati sabar menghadapi perlakuan kasar dari kakak suaminya itu, namun ia lama-lama juga jengah dan memilih untuk memberi perlawanan. Meski begitu, rumah tangganya cukup harmonis lantaran suaminya yang bekerja sebagai driver ojek online itu memperlakukannya dengan baik. Di samping itu, mertuanya juga menganggapnya seperti anak sendiri. Sehingga mudah untuknya mempertahankan rumah tangga. Hingga pertahanannya goyah kala mengetahui kebenaran yang ditutupi suaminya. Ternyata suaminya sudah 1 tahun tidak lagi bekerja sebagai ojol. Dan rahasia lain yang membuatnya dengar berat hati memilih untuk berpisah.

"Bu, aku bisa pinjam uang dua ratus ribu buat modal usaha?" ucapku pada ibu mertua. "Kamu hanya tamat SMP bisa apa? Sekarang ke dapur dan kerjakan semua pekerjaan rumah!" Semenjak suamiku kecelakaan dan kakinya diamputasi, kami diperlakukan terhina seperti pembantu. Kehilangan pekerjaan seperti benalu di rumah ibu kandungnya. Hinaan dari keluarga suami bagaikan makanan sehari-hari. Akan tetapi, jika terus berusaha dan belajar, tak ada yang tidak mungkin. Begitulah yang aku lakukan hingga bisa menulis novel online di beberapa aplikasi, sehingga menghasilkan banyak uang. Bagaimana sikap mereka yang menghina setelah tahu aku punya penghasilan sendiri dengan kondisi hanya tamat SMP?

The new intern, Cynthia Joller, had posted about me online, claiming the company had made them use their leave for team building. No one wanted to fly all the way to an island to spend time with colleagues. However, what the internet did not know was that our company's team-building tradition involved booking a top-notch five-star resort every year: all-inclusive, family-friendly, with an extra three days of paid leave, and a $30,000 budget per person. The whole internet dubbed me a cold-blooded capitalist, so I decided to give in to their demands and issued a notice. [In response to employee feedback and to honor personal time, this year's team-building retreat has been canceled. Instead, a $500 allowance for personal travel will be provided.] The notice stirred up a commotion in the company. Long-time employees gathered at my office door, pleading for the return of the sunny Madiles retreat.

The fight between good and evil has been going on since time immemorial. There have always been those who want to protect the world from destruction, just as there always been those who want to subjugate humanity to their will. At the epicentre of the book are two young people, Katelyn and Jake, who unknowingly become the first bearers of terrifying divine powers. Their lives are about to changes irrevocably. Secrets that have been kept for hundreds of years, a world that no one knows about, become the every day reality for Kate and Jake. A gift that may seem like the greatest miracle will turn into a never-ending battle for their lives and the lives of others. Adventures, secrets, dangers and love will give readers a great deal of pleasure and will not let them put the book down. Will the new times bring destruction to mankind? Will the Brotherhood of Guardians of the Stones succeed in their mission to protect the divine powers and prevent them from falling in to the wrong hands? Can the fate of the world as we know and love it depend on a select few who do not even know they exist? Guardians of the Stones is the first part of a fantasy adventure trilogy depicting a modern eternal struggle between good and evil. This is a modern novel in which we will meet adventures, dangers, secrets, love and many human experiences. The novel will appeal to fans of detectives and thrillers, but it will also be a pleasure to read for those who like adventure and romance novels. There are very few elements of fantasy in the book, so even those who do not like fantasy will enjoy the novel. The book takes place in the 21st century, in the modern world.

"My beautiful Clara... now you know who I really am. You don't think I'll let you go that easily, do you?" ****** Clara Hart was never a damsel in distress that needed saving. She was the heroine herself-independent, strong and hardworking. When she met Xane through an online dating app, he turned out to be an average decent man, like she had expected and wanted. She had fallen in love with his normality. Yet, Xane Harding was far from average. He was a tech genius and a mysterious billionaire that no one knew his existence of. And when Clara discovered his pack of lies, she was heartbroken. Xane had never wanted something so bad as he had wanted Clara. So this time he pursued her, showing her who he really was. With no lies. And there was no holding him back.

Fresh from a business trip, my husband swept me into his arms and pulled me toward the bathroom for a passionate shared bath. As our lips met in a dizzying kiss, I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye: the toilet lid was down. Seven years ago, after reading an online article claiming that men urinating while standing could splash bacteria onto the seat, he insisted we always keep the lid up for hygiene's sake. In all our years of marriage, it had never been lowered until now. A chill ran through me. The bathroom was pristine, not a stray hair in sight. But then I noticed the shower's water temperature was set five degrees higher than the 98.6°F he always preferred. Men preferred cooler water, and women warmer. In an instant, I realized that Nick Doyle had betrayed me.