Pika Pika No Mi Fruit

Akira, daughter of fruit vendors, was living happily with her family in Ehtrehto Edis. A world far from the human world. Her family got killed by the Aquans, headed by the cruel general of Aqua Edis. She was able to escape but she was chased by his men. Marcus, the son of Aqua Edis King, helped her to escape to the human world where Martin and Margarette adopted her and allowed her to use their lost daughter's identity. She was then known as Adele Brown. When they died, she was left alone in their house. Her life is set to one ultimate goal. That is, finding the real Adele as Martin's last wish. Akira happened to help a woman from wicked men. It's Catherine whom she later became friends with. One incident leads her to suspect that Catherine is the real Adele. That same day, the nightmares from her fast flipped backward. She crossed paths with some Ehtrehtians, who together with his long been friend, Hunter, persuaded her to flee back to Ehtrehto Edis. Akira's identity was then revealed. She's Lady Amara, one of the four Guardians of Lights and the last immortal. She was faced with many battles when she came back to her world. The Aquan king is determined to kill her and even sent an assassin to kill her. In Manhakan, a village where people who do not surrender their loyalty to any of the four empires of Ehtrehto Edis live, she had a face-to-face encounter with General Thud, the one who headed in the killing of her known family. Just when they were about to be defeated, Hunter, Ignis Hella Knights, and her biological father King Suxx came. Will they be able to save their world? Is Catherine the real Adele as she suspected?

LOVE COMES IN UNEXPECTED WAYS. SOMETIMES EVEN WE FALL IN LOVE WITH A WRONG PERSON IN A RIGHT TIME AND VICE VERSA WE FALL IN LOVE WITH A RIGHT PERSON BUT IN A WRONG TIME. IN THE NAME OF LOVE, WHAT YOU WILL DO TO FIGHT FOR YOUR LOVE? HOW YOU WILL FIGHT FOR A LOVE THAT IT'S NOT YOURS? ARE YOU READY TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES THAT IT MAY CAUSE? WHEN THE TRUTH PREVAILS, ARE YOU ABLE STEP FORWARD AGAIN AFTER THE STORMY SEASON? She is Leonora Lopez, the only daughter of Veronica Lopez and Fernando Lopez. They are one of the richest family in Madrid, Spain. And they are Roman Catholic. They have everything in life. But her father wants her to marry his best friend that about the same as his ages. She can't resist the will of his father even her mother can't do anything about it. She's the young woman who will become the billionaire's wife but she will fall in love with their private lawyer from the Philippines. They will have a intimate affair. But the midnight that she's with her lover, Aries Dale, her husband passed away. The fruit of their relationship, Theodora Aries, never say a word since she was born but the doctor says that there's nothing wrong with her. But the question is, where is Aries Dale now? After they parted their ways that dawn she never heard anything from him anymore.

“Do you know how utterly beautiful you are, Serena” he mumbled stop trailing kisses all over the neck. “Tell me” Serena breathed. “I don’t think any precious stone or any gem in the world can outshine you, mia dolcezza” “Now aren’t you a flatterer” Serena sighed, her eyes still closed and her breath hitched. “I don’t flatter, mi cara.” He whispered in her ear. Damon grabbed the strap of her gown and tore it revealing part of her breast and part of her already peaked nipple. Serena was at the verge of protesting about him tearing her gown before his mouth descended on her nipple, rendering her speechless, all she could do was suck in her breath as the feelings assaulted her senses. Her toes curled up of their own volition and her hands came up to his head positioning him there as he flicked her left nipple with his tongue, circling gently and then biting. Serena gasped, her glazed eyes opening. “Be quiet” Damon commanded as he moved his mouth to her right nipple, his hand toying with the one he had just sucked, teasing their red peak into hardness again. Serena was gasping, unable to form coherent thoughts, Was this how it felt to drown, She thought. Damon’s hands were performing their own magic, she could feel his erection probing the center of her already moist vagina and she widened, giving him closer access. Her panties were already soaked with the wetness. His hand began moving, caressing her inner thighs before they came upon her center. He brought up his face to meet hers and smiled at the look of pure, sexual pleasure on her face.

"I'm willing to be your slave, Mi Bella, just say it." He whispered in her ear. Camila closed her eyes and arched her body to him. He could feel her tension, the same sensual tension he also feel right now. If he was not only concerned that Camila would suddenly be afraid, he would follow the beast in him; to destroy the clothes Camila wearing now, where it can barely conceal Camila's body, especially in the eyes of the other men. He felt anger and jealousy. He hates it, when other men looked at Camila with lust. He owned her! Camila was his, then and now. And no one have a privileged to lust after her, except him. He will make sure of that.

In the third year of my marriage, I endure a full day of painful labor to give birth to my first child. However, my husband steals the baby to give to his true love. I try my damnedest to stop him, but all I get is a barrage of insults. "It's just a baby! I'm the one who planted the seed, so I get to decide who gets the fruit!" I'm overwhelmed by grief as I watch my husband leave. However, he shares a happy post on his social media. "Mother and daughter are safe." His true love comments, "Thank you for giving me a child, Jaspie. I'll be the happiest woman in the world with you two by my side." Clueless friends bless them and wish them well. I silently comment, "Give me back my child." All I get is another round of insults. Then, I'm blocked. I don't want to endure this anymore. I hire a lawyer to draft divorce papers before making a police report. "Officer, I want to report my husband for child trafficking."

Ryan left his hometown five years ago because he was trying to kill the feelings he was developing for his step sister. After five years, he thought he must have gotten over the feelings he has for her but things didn't go as he wanted. He craved her more than he did in the past and the only one who is always in his mind is her. No matter what he does, he can't seem to get her off his head. He knew that the feelings and desires he has for her are forbidden but he couldn't stop himself…. She is driving him crazy. He wants to go deep inside her and make her scream out his name. She's that forbidden fruit, he's willing to taste. When he saw her after she had grown into a beautiful young lady, he fell deeper in love with her and his desire for her increased. He no longer mind tasting the forbidden fruit. But the problem is that; when he tastes the forbidden fruit, will he be able to stop? Is he ready to fight all protocol to make her his?

My mafia husband, Vincent Santoro, was born a monster, incapable of loving anyone. But one day, I discovered he was hiding a ‘forbidden fruit’. A girl from the slums, Claire Murphy. Scarred by life, yet as beautiful as a wildflower growing through concrete. For a man who'd waded through blood his whole life, she was a fatal attraction he never saw coming. He thought he'd covered his tracks. He was wrong. At the Santoro family's annual dinner, I confronted him about Claire, tears streaking down my face. He just lightly frowned, then had his consigliere slide the divorce papers across the table to me. "Isabella. Sign it. The three North Side docks and the shipping lines are yours." I tore the papers to shreds. He just kept raising the offer. He had me thrown into the freezing waters of Lake Michigan. He blew up my family's distillery—the Romano family's legacy. Finally, he took my parents. Tied them in an abandoned warehouse and made one watch as he set the other on fire. "Sign, or watch them burn. Your choice." I begged him on my knees, but a roar of flames consumed the world— The heat seared my skin, the ash of my parents clinging to my face. "No... NO!" When I opened my eyes, I was back. Back on the day I first learned about Claire. This time, no tears, no drama. That night, I called my family in Sicily and set my escape in motion. But the moment I vanished from his world… Vincent Santoro went insane.

La hermana gemela de Serafina Ruiz fue humillada y murió antes de su boda. Serafina, en una situación desesperada, se despide de su uniforme militar para reemplazar a su hermana en su boda, convirtiéndose en la nueva reina. El emperador del reino, un tirano, había perdido a quien más amaba, y todas las concubinas del harén eran sustitutas de ese primer amor, siendo una de ellas la favorita del emperador. Serafina no se parecía en nada a la mujer que el emperador había amado y todos pensaban que él la despreciaría, que tarde o temprano perdería su posición como reina. Y así fue, al segundo año del matrimonio, ambos decidieron separarse, pero la destituida no fue la reina, sino el emperador. En esa noche, el tirano sujetó con fuerza el vestido de la reina y dijo: —Si quieres irte, ¡será caminando sobre mi cadáver! Las concubinas lloraron, desconsoladas, y le suplicaron: —¡Mi señora!, no nos abandone, si tiene que irse, ¡llévenos con usted!

21-year old Tatiana Ramirez just gave birth to her fatherless child when she was abandoned by her family after finding out that she was a fruit of her late mother's infidelity. She and her daughter were thrown out of the hospital that same night because of the unpaid hospital bills. In the middle of the stormy night, they were saved by a filthy rich, mysterious man. Who is he? What will be his role in fixing Tatiana's screwed up life?

I'm eight months pregnant when I suddenly faint on the train. My husband panics and cries for help as he kneels beside me. An interning doctor hurries to me. She doesn't bother checking my condition before saying, "The patient needs to undergo a C-section! We have to get the baby out now, or it might die of suffocation!" Then, she slices me open with a fruit knife—she doesn't take any precautionary measures before doing so. She takes my child out. I'm in so much pain that I don't even have the strength to scream. My blood flows everywhere. Yet, a photo of her holding my baby while standing in a pool of blood goes viral. People call her the prettiest doctor alive. My husband and his family are eternally grateful to her. They don't go after her for causing my death; they even make her my child's godmother! Meanwhile, I'm given a simple cremation. No one cares about me. After my death, all my assets go to my husband and his family. Only then do I hear my husband and the doctor talking to each other, sounding smug. "This plan killed two birds with one stone. We got rid of that woman and made ourselves out to be heroes!" That's when I learn the interning doctor is my husband's junior from high school. They got together when he accompanied me to my prenatal checkups! She failed her internship, so my husband came up with this idea—he wanted to use my death to boost her reputation and help her! Even my child eventually died under their "care". When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day we get on the train.