Mother And Son First Time

Welcome To A World Of Different Possibilities! Where Fiction Is Explained. Where Travel Through Space Is a Breeze. Where The Mysteries Of The Unknown And Forgotten Are Rediscovered. Follow Kyrniz as she journey's to Remember What and Who she is. From Different points of view, we will Uncover Mysteries You, have Thought of? Dreamt of? Hear about?.. but probably forgot.... maybe ... A Different Form of Writing that Allows One to Think about Different Things. That do have something to do with the progression of my story. From the Evilness of disappearances, to what goes on when specific events happen unexpectedly, to the past that is a dream but not, What happens when specific 'locked in time' moments that cannot be undone happen? To a new world that is older than the oldest, deadly secret. Do you dare to challenge your mind on being a Descendant of an Impossibiliter? Or Discard this book for being Impossible to read? The Choice Is Yours

Berawal dari pertemuan Yuna dengan seorang pria asing dalam gang kecil, kehidupan Yuna yang dulunya biasa-biasa saja kini berubah. Pria itu membawa di ke dunia yang berbeda dan ajaib, entah apa alasannya. Adelion yang merupakan raja dari tempat itu terus memaksanya agar tetap di kerajaannya, bagai burung dalam sangkar. Yuna tak menyukai hal itu. "Aku Harus Pergi!!"

Kayla Audrey bertekad menyatakan cintanya kepada kakak kelasnya bernama Aska. Namun, tanpa diduga apa yang ia lakukan malah bertemu dengan kesalahpahaman. Pernyataan cintanya malah menyasar orang lain, yaitu Kenzo. Parahnya lagi kesalahpahaman itu semakin berujung menuju kebetulan-kebetulan yang membuat hubungan di antara Kayla dan Kenzo semakin dekat

Bär comes to The Royal Pack with his Brother, Duke, to take their places as the Highest Ranking Werewolves. As they are meeting the Staff, Duke finds his Mates, Twins, Emma and Ada. Ada is horrified to not be mated to Bär the Crown Prince, but instead to his second in command. She is even more horrified, when her own mother, Ingrid, comes to meet them, only to find, Ingrid’s second chance is Bär! What comes next is anyone’s guess.

After the big downfall of The Cervantes Group Of Companies, Daniella Vianna ‘Davina’ Cervantes was forced to marry the richest bachelor in Asia, the ruthless Roscoe Davidson. Walang choice si Davina kundi sundin ang utos ng magulang niya. Kahit na ayaw niyang ipakasal— hindi lang ipakasal, kundi’y binenta siya ng sariling magulang para masalba ang kanilang kompanya. Kapatid niya dapat ang ipapakasal kay Roscoe, ngunit dahil mahal ng magulang niya ang nakakatandang kapatid at ayaw nitong masaktan ang kapatid sa kamay ng isang Roscoe Davidson. The ruthless and heartless billionaire that no woman can tame. Siya ang pinakasal sa binata. She wanted to cry during her wedding day because she knew her life would become more miserable with Roscoe. Ngunit hindi. Dahil sa araw ng kasal nila’y hindi niya aakalain na si Roscoe Davidson ay ang lalaking hindi niya makalimutan. Hindi siya makapaniwala. Magulo ang utak at puso ni Davina sa muling pagkikita nila ng lalaking minsan na niyang minahal, ngunit nasira lang. Pero ito siya ngayon, ikakasal na dito. Gusto ba nitong maghiganti sa kanya dahil sa pang-iiwan niya sa binata noon? Lalo na’t sobrang yaman na ito ngayon? Mas lalo siyang natakot lalo na sa mga binitawang salita nito nang makasal na sila. “Finally… you’re mine again, Davina.”

“Papunta na tayo sa exciting part,” mapanukso ang tonong sabi ni Natalia rto. Wala siyang nasa isip ng mga sandaling iyon kundi iparamdam kay Timothy kung gaano kasakit para sa kanya ang kataksilang ginawa nito. Unti-unti niyang kinalas ang butones ng suot niyang blusa. Tahimik lang si Matt habang nakatingin sa kanya. Lumapit siya rito at hinawakan ito sa magkabilang pisngi, “ Ibibigay ko saiyo ng buong-buo ang katawan ko. Damn, paligayahin mo ako. Paligayahin mo ako na para bang wala ng bukas. Gusto kong makalimutan ang kahayupang ginawa sa akin ni Timothy. Gusto kong kalimutan ang katarantaduhang ginawa nila sa akin,” nanginginig ang mga kalamnan na sabi niya rito. “Natalia. . .” “Angkinin mo ako, patunayan mo na hindi lang si Timothy ang lalaki sa mundo!” Yamot na sabi niya rito.

The night I confessed my love to my girlfriend, she wept so hard she could barely breathe. She said she had seen the future, and she wanted to make a promise with me. I asked her why. She only shook her head and said, "I don't remember… all I know is that in the future I regret something terribly. Frank, no matter what happens, you must give me three chances. Will you?" I was deeply in love with Agnes Grey, so I agreed without hesitation. But later, it was as if she had forgotten all about that night—forgotten it when she clung so intimately to her male assistant. Only then did I understand why she'd made me promise that all those years ago. Because the moment I signed my name on the divorce papers, I heard a familiar voice. It was Agnes at nineteen. Through her sobs, she pleaded, "Frank… you promised me, didn't you? You said you'd give me three chances."

Three years into my arranged marriage with the Valachi family heir, the one that got away came back. He left me for Julia eight times. The ninth time, he left me bleeding on the side of the road with a gunshot wound to go running to Julia, who’d called him because she felt a little dizzy. "She needs me. You get that, right, Leona?" This time, I didn't fight for him. He didn't know about the bet I’d made with Julia. The ninth time he abandoned me, I would be the one to leave for good. So on his birthday, I left a set of signed divorce papers on his desk and got on a plane.

I wasn’t even pregnant, yet I ended up popping abortion pills like they were candy. It was all because in my past life, the moment my widowed sister-in-law got pregnant, every single side effect of her pregnancy became mine. She strutted around happily with her big belly, consuming spicy tamales, while I was rushed to the hospital for violent nausea and stomach pain; she showed off her flawless skin in crop tops every day, while my stomach broke out in hideous stretch marks. When I told my husband what was happening, he just shoved me away impatiently. “Enough with the jealousy! My brother’s dead, and she’s carrying his only child. Of course, I should look out for her. Do you really have to put on such an act?” After that, my sister-in-law went even further. She kept testing her limits during pregnancy and even ate a mango she was allergic to. And me? I went into anaphylactic shock, landed in the hospital, and nearly died. Doctors couldn’t explain it. They just brushed it off, saying I was overly jealous and it was all psychological. Later, my sister-in-law tried to brand herself as a “hot single mom”. She went live, belly and all, to show off her weight-loss workouts. She jumped around for three straight hours. And me? My uterus literally gave out, and I hemorrhaged to death. When I opened my eyes again, it was the exact day she first announced her pregnancy.

My sister, Laura Ward, died the year we were ten, the year we snuck out of school to play. From that day forward, my mother’s grief turned into a burning hatred for me, convinced that I was the reason my sister was gone. She treated me like a servant, like an unwanted burden, and filled the void by adopting a perfect, obedient daughter to replace my sister. She took everything from me without a second thought — my rights, my freedom, my very existence — and even demanded that I give up a kidney for her precious adopted girl. Alright, Mother, if you want a life, I’ll give you mine! But it was only when my body lay cold, my breath long gone, that she finally turned and looked at me.