Pokémon Fan Made

Le froid la mordait jusqu’à l’os. Ses pieds nus s’enfonçaient dans la neige épaisse, déchirée ici et là par des racines mortes. Le vent hurlait à travers les sapins, semblable à un chant ancien, sauvage et indomptable. Bella courait. Sans savoir où elle allait. Sans regarder derrière. Elle n’avait pas le droit de se retourner. Pas maintenant qu'elle avait réussi . Ses poumons brûlaient. Ses bras étaient couverts d’égratignures. Son corps tremblait violemment, aussi bien de douleur que de peur. Une partie d’elle ne croyait pas encore à sa propre fuite. L’autre, plus sauvage, refusait de mourir sans avoir tenté une dernière fois de s’échapper de cet enfer dans lequel elle a vécu ces dernières années Elle avait attendu ce moment depuis si longtemps. Éric n’était pas là. Parti en voyage d’affaires. Un autre mensonge probablement il est tellement doué pour sa . Mais ses gardes du corps, eux, étaient bien là. Fidèles. Cruels. Insensibles à ses supplications , impitoyables . Pourtant, cette nuit-là, elle avait réussi. Maintenant, elle ne savait plus depuis combien d’heures elle courait. Ses souvenirs se brouillaient. Elle avait pris un train clandestinement, traversé des forêts, volé de la nourriture dans des stations-service... Et puis, elle avait suivi les montagnes. Le nord. Toujours plus au nord. Jusqu’à ce que la civilisation disparaisse. Un silence surnaturel régnait ici. Pas de réseau. Pas d’humains. Juste des kilomètres de forêts enneigées, de vallées perdues et de ruines oubliées juste ce dont elle avait besoin elle était sur qu'ici il ne la retrouvera jamais . Bella avait marché jusqu’à ce que ses jambes menacent de lâcher. Et c’est là qu’elle l’avait vue : une vieille maison abandonnée, à moitié effondrée, perdue au milieu d’une clairière glaciale.

YOLO! You only live once.That is my motto in life. I don't care about what other people would say and think about me. I am me. And others' opinions don't matter.I am Alexa Lopez, Alex for short. Everyone calls me by that name, including my parents. I am a proud lesbian and I am lucky that my parents accept me for who I am but sometimes my mom still wishes that I will wake up to my senses one day and meet a man.Me? Meeting a man? Yuck!I heard many times from my friends and some relatives that I look pretty. They said I have a good body and they are sure that if I am a straight girl, many boys will chase after me.But that will never happen. I am not pretty, I am handsome.I am 17 years old, still a teenager and young as they say but I am already mature. I already had 3 girlfriends in the past and all of them were head over heals at me. I can't blame them, I treated them nicely and I did my best to be a good partner for them, giving them gifts, accompanying them when they go shopping and help them with their studies. I sometimes even do their homework and their projects.I am the only child in my family and I must say we are financially stable. My dad is a lawyer and my mom is a dermatologist.I am currently a senior high school student in Mary Poppins International School and I am also one of the varsity players of the women's basketball team. I am quite famous I must say.It may seem that I have everything, but inside this tough person is still a fragile lady.

After five years of marriage, Vanya thought she knew her husband Bernard until a near-fatal car accident opened her eyes to a devastating betrayal that shattered everything she believed about love and loyalty. When an ancient family heirloom suddenly awakens with mysterious power, Vanya finds herself with the resources and strength to fight back against those who destroyed her life. She meets Richmond, a humble restaurant owner who offers her a chance at a fresh start, but in a world where everyone has been lying to her, can she trust that he's really who he claims to be? Just when Vanya thinks she's finally taking control of her destiny, someone from her past returns with information that could destroy everything and the man she's falling for might not be the person she thinks he is.

Nora Jensen has a plan for everything. Senior year? Mapped out. College applications? Done. Feelings for Cole Whitaker, Millbrook High's infuriatingly charming hockey star? Absolutely, categorically, not part of the plan. But when Cole shows up at her locker with that look — the desperate one he'd never admit to — and says you owe me one, Nora finds herself agreeing to the most ridiculous favor of her life. One family dinner. One fake girlfriend. Simple, clean, transactional. Except nothing about Cole Whitaker turns out to be simple. Not the way he remembers her coffee order without being asked. Not the way he describes his favorite color as pre-game ice, before they turn the main lights on. Not the way he looks at her on the porch after dinner like she's something worth keeping — and she's supposed to be pretending he isn't looking at all. Nora made a deal. She just didn't read the fine print. The part where fake dinners turn into real conversations. Where negotiated terms start feeling a lot like feelings. Where the boy you agreed to pretend to love somehow becomes the one person you can't imagine pretending about. The rules were simple. Don't hold his hand. Don't look at him like you like him. Don't fall. Two out of three isn't bad.

Diana Balmorris is the only daughter of the family that has a chain of restaurants across the country A, a young heiress who had been in love with her childhood friend, Mikhael Montreal. Everyone wanted to witness the two business conglomerates to finally merge, and the marriage for love! However, one night changed it all. On the day of their engagement, a woman announced that she is pregnant with Mikhael's baby! Diana is broken hearted at what happened and drank herself to death that night. Because of her drunken state, she had found the mysterious arrogant Raphael Blackstone, the infamous ruthless mafia boss, who had been bullying a man, and poured a drink on him at the bar! She was able to escape him, but she had thrown up on him the second time. What's more, she had lost consciousness in front of him. Coincidentally, Raphael has been pressured by his grandfather to marry, and the only way he can inherit the company is if he got married for love! "What, you want me to marry you? Are you insane?!" "Yes, I am," and sealed it with a kiss.

Depuis six ans, je vivais secrètement amoureuse de Côme, mon demi-frère et Alpha de notre meute. Par une nuit de pleine lune, je me suis faufilée dans le siège de sa compagnie pour lui faire une surprise. Mais alors que j'approchais de son bureau, je les ai entendus, derrière la porte entrouverte : lui et Marcus, le Bêta de la tribu. « Tu traînes toujours avec cette demi-sœur, Aria ? Quand comptes-tu rompre ? Ne me dis pas que tu as des vrais sentiments pour elle. » Le rire froid de Côme m'a transpercé l'âme : « Des sentiments ? Elle n'est qu'une Bêta qui s'est jetée à moi. Une proie facile, tout simplement. Pourquoi me priver ? Ma Luna ne sera qu'Hélène. » « Son père a trahi la meute et a été banni. Sa mère a séduit le mien, causant la mort de ma propre mère. Ces six années… n'étaient qu'une punition. Elle mérite pleinement ce qui lui arrive. » Ainsi, le lien que je chérissais tant… n'avait toujours été qu'une vengeance minutieusement ourdie. Ces paroles douces, ces caresses tendres… tout n'était que MENSONGES imprégnés de venin. Si c'était le cas, je partirais. J'espérais seulement qu'il ne le regretterait pas !

With only an hour left until the concert began, every trending topic across the internet was dominated by a single headline. [Breaking: Rising Star Tiffany Burgess to Propose to Her Manager After Ten Years of Romance, Leaving Fans in Awe.] This proposal was not just a personal milestone; it was the centerpiece of our company's most ambitious PR campaign of the year and the culmination of a love story between Tiffany and me. Then, in the fire escape, I bumped into Tiffany, dressed in her wedding gown, locked in a passionate kiss with a young man. "Wayne, let me explain," she pleaded. "Explain what?" I snorted. "That just before our proposal, you're sneaking around with another man? The proposal is live-streamed to millions, with thousands of media outlets eagerly awaiting the announcement." I slammed the engagement ring down onto the table in front of her. "After the encore tonight, you'll either propose to me on that stage, or you'll be ruined, both in reputation and career!" Her fists clenched, but in the end, she gritted her teeth and grabbed the box. "Fine." Under the spotlight, she stood before me in her wedding dress, pulling out the ring. But instead of turning to me, she held the ring up toward the guest seating area, where her true love sat. "Wayne, thank you for helping me reach the stars," she declared. "But tonight, I'm going to chase my moon." The crowd erupted in shock and confusion. In a single instant, I became the laughingstock—the unwitting prop in her grand romantic gesture. My heart shattered the moment she reached him.

After my husband topped the wealth rankings, he hired his first love as his personal housekeeper at a high salary. “Quincy, you hail from humble beginnings. I don’t want you embarrassing me in high society, so I specifically brought in Vivian to teach you the rules. From now on, everything you do must be reported to her for approval.” From that moment on, in public, I was the glamorous Mrs. Lane. However, behind closed doors, to even enjoy simple marital moments with my husband I had to write a thousand-word application seeking Vivian’s approval. Then, my adoptive father had a heart attack. I dropped to my knees, begging her to transfer me five hundred thousand dollars. She laughed coldly. “What kind of surgery costs half a million? Stop making excuses to pad your family’s finances.” “This isn’t a small sum. Write a 10,000-word application, and this time it’s denied.” Rage coursed through me, my body trembling uncontrollably as I spun toward Tyler and fell to my knees, begging him to save my father’s life. There wasn’t even a flicker of emotion on his face. “Vivian did nothing wrong. I know you’re still clinging to your old poor habits even after getting rich, but my money doesn’t grow on trees.” “This time, your father’s medical treatment will be put on hold as a lesson. Next time, don’t blame me if he’s kicked out of the VIP ward.” In the end, my adoptive father died on the operating table due to the delay in treatment. Completely disheartened, I finally asked Tyler for a divorce.

Everyone thought he called me into his office to scold me. But when I got home, my phone lit up. “I’m sorry… did I f**k you too hard?” he asked, calm as ever. *** After years of being Grant’s invisible wife, Aurelia finally chooses herself. She leaves the mansion, the marriage, and the man who made her feel small. But healing doesn’t come easy, not when your ex can’t let go. Her new boss turns out to be the man every woman whispers about, Julien Knightley, ruthless in the boardroom, magnetic in every other room. The kind of man who sees through the walls she built, and makes her want to live again. But when Grant realizes he’s lost control, obsession replaces love, and the lines between power, passion, and possession blur. The end of her marriage was the beginning of her dangerous new story. A story of healing, second chances, and a woman who refuses to stay broken...

Yannick est marié à jordanie depuis des années. Ils sont tous amoureux l'un de l'autre, mais jordanie n'arrive pas à enfanter. Ce que la famille de Yannick n'approuve pas et lui trouve une autre femme : Yasmine. Yannick va devoir faire face à ce mariage forcé par sa famille, et en même temps subir la pression et les menaces de sa femme, qui ne le laissera pas respirer une seule seconde car, déterminée à les éliminer tous les deux; pourtant, ce mariage forcé, ni Yannick, ni Yasmine, personne ne le désire,... Mais ils ont oublié une chose : le destin n'a encore rien dit...