Noelle Butterfly Soup

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The master's addiction (His puppet ) Olivia mariposa is a Young girl that works as a waitress in one of the most popular restaurants in Mexico. She is feisty, beautiful and down to earth, she is a crazy and sassy lady. No one dares mess up with her, she doesn't give a fuck about anyone. She respects only those that Respect themselves, she lives with her stepmom and step-sister. Find out what happens when a great Mafia lord picks interest in her. She was speechless when he asked her to be his sex puppet. He is ready to destroy her family's life if, she doesn't accept his offer. Now she is a butterfly stuck on his net unable and unwilling to leave, she is his. A dark soul, damaged by his pa an angel forced to be his Mistress can anything go right? The Would they ever be able to fall in love? Will she be able to see past his darkness? Will he be able to protect her, when danger comes knocking?

I'm cursed with the most deadly spell of the werewolf pack—leaving me with only a month left to live. However, no one in my family knows about this. Ever since they'd adopted Natali Fisher, an orphan who greatly resembles my older sister, they've poured all their love and attention into her—and stopped caring about me. And at that very moment, I'm curled up in a corner of the woodshed, with blood steadily dripping from the corners of my lips. Dad, Mom, and my older brother, Kent Greene, probably think that I'm throwing another tantrum and am deliberately hiding from them. But that isn't the case this time. They are currently outside cooking Natali's favorite mushroom soup in the courtyard. Their happy laughter fills the air, painting the picture of a warm, loving family. Maybe I could even believe this is a happy family if I weren't about to die soon.

As per my father’s offer, I decided to leave both my son and husband behind and go back home where I would become his little girl again. That decision came after I heard my family’s true thoughts following my surgery. My husband thought, “It was just a minor issue! Why did she stay in the hospital for so long? She’s back and has yet to do any chores. Can’t she see that my suit needs ironing?” My son thought, “She spent so much money on that surgery, and now she’s even drinking my favorite yogurt! Why can’t she be a successful businesswoman like Sarah? All she does is stay in the house and act like a freeloader!” My mother-in-law thought, “She had to come back right when I’m making chicken soup, of all times! She can just drink the dishwater for all I care.” Feeling utterly disappointed, I turned around and closed the door. Then I called my father. “Yes, it’s just me. I’m not bringing anyone.”

Campus food deliveries vanished so often that no one even commented anymore. Then it happened to me again and again. I never identified the thief, but by New Year's Eve I was finished with being an easy mark. I set out a bowl of soup as bait and soaked it with water wrung from an old bathroom mop. I meant to make whoever stole it regret touching my food. A week later, the police did not come for the thief. They came for me. The counselor slid a penalty notice across his desk—600 dollars for food costs and medical fees, due next week. The person who ate my food had been hospitalized for "poisoning." The school was already discussing a major demerit, the cancellation of my first-class scholarship, and the loss of my needs-based stipend. That stipend was the money keeping my sick mother alive. They planned to pin everything on me, shield the real culprit, and bury me under paperwork. Unfortunately for them, they chose the wrong target. I was the law department's resident argument addict, and I intended to turn their dirty little mediation into a public collapse.

Amnesia’s Curse, Mafia’s Love Aurelia Noelle Montclair, the Billionaire Queen heiress, had everything beauty, power, and a future waiting for her. Pero hindi lahat masaya sa success niya. Her stepmother, Isabella, secretly planned her death to take all the wealth and control the Montclair empire. One night after work, Aurelia’s car was sabotaged. While she was on the phone with her best friend, the brakes failed, leading to a tragic crash. The world believed she was gone. Pero fate had other plans. Aurelia survived but lost her memory. A poor yet loving family found her and gave her a new name Celeste Amara Valdez. She started a new life, simple and far from the world of riches she once knew. Enter Alessio Rafael Moretti, a half-Filipino, half-Italian billionaire mafia boss feared by many. When their paths crossed, destiny sparked between them. Pero Alessio knew love was dangerous in his world. Kahit tinutulak niya palayo si Celeste, he secretly protected her. As Celeste regains fragments of her past, the truth about her stepmother’s betrayal slowly comes out. She must face who she really is Aurelia, the lost heiress while Alessio must decide if he’s willing to risk everything for love.

Andrew turn to Samantha and says, ”You know,when I look at the stars,I feel like anything is possible.Like we’re just a tiny part of this huge universe. ”Samantha looks at him and says, “that is beautiful. ”I never thought of it that way.” Samantha turns to Andrew and their eyes meet.In that moment,they realize there is something more between them.They stand there,staring at each other,and neither of them says a word.It’s as if time has stopped,and they are the only two people in the world. Andrew and Samantha feel a sense of joy and fulfillment as they see the difference they’ve made in this people’s lives.They know that they have made a real impact, and it feels amazing. This experience makes them feel even more closer to each other,and they feel like they’re throughly making a difference in the world. They decide to make it their mission to spread kindness and compassion wherever they go. They decide to start small by, doing one random act of kindness each day.They also start to volunteer at a local soup kitchen,serving food to those in need.As they countinue to spread kindness,they find that it comes back to them tenfold.

At 4:00 a.m., my husband, Rocco, gently shook me awake. His voice was a low murmur, . "Alessia, my love, could you do something for me?" But his next words shattered the illusion. "Scarlett is hungry. Go make her some seafood soup." Scarlett was our maid, and she was also Rocco's pregnant goomar. "I just had fresh seafood delivered. Get to the kitchen and make her a bowl of soup. Just for Falcone's heir." I refused, my voice cold. His anger flared in an instant. "Don't be so unreasonable, Alessia." "Is it really so hard for you to make some soup?" I shook my head, silent. He stroked my cheek, a patronizing smile playing on his lips. "Fine, Alessia. So you've learned to defy me now." "Think carefully, Alessia. Do you really want to keep your place as a Falcone?" "And your position as the family's lawyer? Think about whether you still want these… then give me your answer." Seeing the arrogance in Rocco's eyes, the last ember of love I had for this man died. I took out my phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in a long time. "I want out of the Falcone family."

My younger sister was in a bad mood and went drinking at a bar, only to be dragged into a room by a few men. Not long after, she ended up pregnant. My husband, to protect her, actually suggested divorcing me so he could marry her instead. "Brooke only went to that bar because of me. I can't let people talk about her. Don't worry—once the baby is born and the paperwork is done, we'll remarry." I refused, but he heartlessly abandoned me, seven months pregnant, on the side of the highway. With my swollen belly, I walked for over an hour before finally making it off the road. There, I found my husband and my sister standing together, mocking me in my miserable state. "You wouldn't even help your own sister. Serves you right to suffer like this." "Noelle, don't be angry. I'm about to give birth, and Jensen only did it 'cause he was only worried about me." At that moment, I finally gave up completely. "Fine. Let's get divorced."

"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.