Paggalaw Ng Baby Sa Puson

Mia is a beautiful mermaid who has the power of telepathy, She can communicates with other mermaids and humans, plants and animals. She usually uses her powers to heal and make others feel better, everything changes when She is Kidnapped along with her sister Seila, by the Syrens, who are hald fish, half bird, the deadly enemies of the Mermaids.The Syren are monsters that feed themselfs of the heart of men. But they want one werewolf heart, Ignacio the Alpha Wolf's heart. But now his heart belongs and only beats for Mia.

Aurelia the reincarnated moon goddess is spat on because she takes the form of a weak omega. She's betrayed by her own family, but an unusual one-night stand would change her life, leaving her pregnant. Opting for a quiet life, she marries him only to discover he is secretly wealthy. She decides to live a quiet life, but it's not possible because she isn't meant to have one. What happens when her mate and child need her help, will she fight to save them or continue being a coward?

When Catherine Zyla unexpectedly became the Luna of the Silverspring Pack, her world was turned upside down. On the very day she discovered she was pregnant, the Alpha handed her divorce papers, shattering her dreams. The impostor heiress came to provoke her, and her mother-in-law disdained her for having no power or influence. Catherine decided to leave, packing her bags and planning to disappear with her baby. But just as she was about to go, a stunningly wealthy and influential men came to her rescue, arriving in a convoy of luxury cars and vowing to shower her with affection and care. Julian Liddell, the eldest of the six, insisted, "Cathy, wear these exquisite jewels every day!" As Cathy flourished, embraced by the lavish affection of the wealthy man, her desperate ex begged for a second chance, "Cathy, let's remarry."

Love? No, rather a game of convenience. Sophia Whyte is the victim of a cruel hoax, forced into becoming the contract wife of famous billionaire, Noah Milton. She can’t escape, overwhelmed by her crippling debt and her mother’s debilitating condition. After being bullied by Noah’s girlfriend and entire family, she is humiliated and kicked out of the Milton mansion as they no longer have use for her. Five years later, she returns, now a mother of the sole heirs to the Milton wealth. All she feels is hate and a need for revenge. All Noah feels is love, he starts to creep into her heart, one gift at a time. What will she do once she start to feel the same?

In a drunken state, Stephen Grey, the city’s most eligible bachelor had taken advantage of her. After getting sober and realizing what he had done, he tries to make things right but Anastasia wants nothing to do with him. Only if she knew that she was carrying his baby in her. Months later, she is faced with the bitter truth of her life, with no other choice; she barges into Stephen’s wedding ceremony and announces the baby, changing their lives forever. An unending conflict and drama fueled and influenced by love, obsession and vengeance.

Ça faisait sept ans que j'étais avec André Gaudreau, mon fiancé, chirurgien. On avait organisé 66 mariages, mais à chaque fois, il avait tout annulé à cause de Célia Allard. La première fois, Célia avait fait une erreur de dosage à un patient. Il m'avait dit d'attendre son retour. Je l'avais attendu toute la journée. La deuxième fois, Célia était tombée dans sa douche. On était sur le point d'échanger les alliances, mais il était parti sans hésiter, me laissant face aux rires des invités. On avait enchaîné 65 cérémonies. À chaque fois, Célia trouvait une excuse pour le faire partir. La 65e fois ? Son chien était soi-disant mourant, et elle menaçait de se suicider. Ma mère avait failli faire une crise cardiaque de rage. Mais rien n'avait retenu André... Après, il était venu s'excuser à genoux. Il disait qu'il avait juste pitié pour Célia, parce qu'elle était orpheline. Que moi, j'étais la seule qu'il aimait vraiment. Je lui avais donné une dernière chance. Il m'avait encore déçue. J'ai définitivement tiré un trait et ai quitté André pour rejoindre une ONG médicale. « Désormais, inutile qu'on se revoie », me suis-je dit.

Pathetic Isla. Worthless Isla. Hated Isla. Isla Kingston is the designated trash bag and unwanted omega of her cruel pack. Even with the biggest mating event at hand, she has no hope for love or finding her partner. However, her life takes a drastic turn when Axel Pendragon, the dangerously attractive Alpha prince, calls her his mate and steals her breath away. It’s love and lust at first sight, and Isla gives herself to this mysterious man, letting him own every inch of her skin and marking her as his, all in one night of wild passion. But Isla’s rude awakening comes in the morning when Axel brutally rejects her with no explanation. Her reputation is tarnished, and she has no choice but to run far away from home, carrying a deadly secret. Years later, Isla is successful and now engaged to a powerful billionaire, but when her twin daughter needs a transplant from her father, she knows she has to go back to her old pack and confront the man who had once rejected her, now a ruthless Alpha King, Axel Pendragon.

Elle a failli mourir sur la table d'opération à cause d'une hémorragie due à une grossesse extra-utérine, tandis que son mari, dans une indifférence glaciale, allumait des bougies d'anniversaire pour sa maîtresse, fêtant l'événement avec ostentation. Mariés depuis quatre ans, elle s'humiliait jusqu'à se nier elle-même, mais le cœur de son mari restait de glace. Jusqu'au jour où elle l'a vu chérir la fille de son ennemi, la couvant du regard comme un trésor : elle a alors perdu tout espoir, a laissé les papiers du divorce et est partie la tête haute. De retour dans le monde du travail, elle s'est investie à fond dans sa carrière, éblouissant toute la ville, et devenant la coqueluche des cercles mondains parisiens, convoitée par les élites. Voyant les prétendants se presser autour d'elle, son mari glacé n'a plus supporté. Dans un accès de possessivité, il a écarté ses rivaux et l'a plaquée contre un mur. « Madame Ravot, je refuse le divorce ! »

My sister-in-law and I have always been close, and we happened to be pregnant at the same time. However, during a routine check-up, she was diagnosed with uterine fibroids. I urged her to have surgery as soon as possible, but she refused and instead claimed her sallow complexion was a sign she was carrying a "child of fortune." She then retreated to the countryside to rest and nurture her pregnancy. Nine months later, while I grieved the loss of my stillborn child, she came back from the countryside with a baby girl in her arms. Consumed by the suspicion that the child was rightfully mine, I demanded a DNA test. That same night, my own mother and brother conspired to take my life. After my death, I discovered it was all a conspiracy. My family had orchestrated everything to swap my child for hers. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the moment before I took her for that fateful check-up.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over. Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life. A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm. She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face. She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child. And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside without a second thought. "You pathetic, broke bitch!" he spat. "You stole everything from us! All the happiness that was supposed to be ours!" My parents threw me out like a dog. Bella's thug husband had his men corner me in the red-light district. They pinned me against a wall, their threats vile and clear: Never come back. I had no way out. I threw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Eighteen years in the past. Then came the knock. Hell had found my door. I wasn’t going to be the fool who gave everything and got nothing. This time, I took control.