Pursue A Career Synonym

“Sir, the new student got into trouble in class ! They asked you to come !” I pulled a long face while my Lycan gritted out in my mind. “That’s our mate, punk !” Ever had the shock of your life that the man you hate the most on the first day of college is your foxy hot, male professor and surprise, surprise, surprise- your roommate too ?! Add to it that he does NOT belong to the human world ! Amidst bitter pasts and complicated relationships is the added fear of the Dark Overlord, who is hell-bent on destroying the entire supernatural world as well as the human world. Will the roommates get their act together and finally be one with one another ? Will human laws allow the student-teacher relationship to bloom into a satisfying romance ? Will the last surviving Lycan in the human world be able to avenge the death of its pure blood Lycan pack ? And finally, will the Lycan race survive at all?

Si tú y el primer amor de tu esposo sufren un accidente al mismo tiempo, ¿a quién rescataría él? Alejandro García alzó a su primer amor en brazos y se marchó. La vida se desvaneció: el hijo se había perdido y, con él, murió por dentro Sofía Herrera. Un acuerdo le había dado a Sofía la oportunidad de casarse con el hombre al que más quería. Todos sabían que había conseguido ese matrimonio luego de romper la relación entre Alejandro y su primer amor. Todo para quedárselo. Ella creyó que el tiempo lo haría valorarla, que eventualmente llegaría el momento en que él la mirara de verdad. Hasta el día en que tuvo que enterrar con sus propias manos los restos del bebé de tres meses que nunca llegó a nacer. Fue entonces cuando finalmente abrió los ojos. —Divorciémonos. Un acuerdo sencillo, para quedar a mano. Tres meses más tarde, bajo las luces brillantes y entre el murmullo de la multitud, ella subió al escenario a recibir un reconocimiento. Él la miró con sorpresa por algunos segundos antes de voltearse hacia los presentes con calma y decir: —Así es, ella es mi esposa. —¿Esposa? Sofía dibujó una sonrisa en sus labios mientras le pasaba el acuerdo de divorcio. —Disculpe, señor García, ahora soy su exesposa. Ese hombre siempre tan sereno y frío perdió el control en ese instante. Con los ojos inyectados en sangre y la voz quebrada, gritó: —¿Exesposa? ¡Yo jamás acepté eso!

No dia em que o meu marido perdeu o seu grande amor, fui levada para as profundezas de uma floresta selvagem. Isto porque minha irmã e eu não éramos compatíveis para um transplante de rim. — Mandem alguém ficar de vigia, não deixem que Alice saia. Ela teve a audácia de fingir ser irmã da Laís. Já passou da hora de ela aprender a lição. Fiquei presa na floresta, sobrevivendo nos refúgios de uma caverna. Logo, fui encurralada por animais selvagens. No fim, acabei sendo devorada viva, meu corpo ficou espalhado pela selva. Após a minha morte, ao ver a cena horripilante do meu cadáver, ele enlouqueceu.

My family and I have gone on a road trip. But when I help an old lady to her feet after she suffered from a fall in the rest stop, my wife, Cindy Ford, who has been chatting animatedly with me the whole time, scowls at me instantly. "I never knew you were this underhanded! Just the sight of you disgusts me! Get lost!" Even my eight-year-old daughter, Tessa Hayes, glares at me disdainfully. "I don't want someone like you as my dad!" With an ashen face, Cindy whisks Tessa into the car immediately. Just like that, they abandon me at the rest stop. What I don't expect is that my in-laws actually call me on the phone and insult me as a walking jinx after finding out about the incident. Now, they want Cindy to get a divorce with me as soon as possible. Furious, I return to my childhood home and dump all of my emotional load on my parents. But my parents, who have always doted on me, don't console me at all after they find out I've helped an old lady up. Instead, their expressions go stormy. "How on earth did we end up having a son like you? You should just die already!" My parents kick me out of the house right away. Dazed and disoriented, I end up getting struck and killed by an incoming truck. Even as I breathe my last, I never understand what I've done wrong. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I help the old lady up to her feet.

In the third year of our marriage, my wife’s ex-boyfriend of eight years suddenly posted a picture on social media showing off a multi-million-dollar wedding house. His caption read: “Wow, got myself a huge villa, I’m the master of charming women!” I stared in shock at the picture, which showed my wife swiping her card at a sales office, and left a single comment: "?" A second later, my wife called to scold me. “I was just fulfilling a promise I made to him back when we were dating, buying him a house. Why are you getting mad at him?” “What? Are you really going to be so vicious as to force me to break my word?” That evening, her ex showed off another lavish post, this time flaunting a renovation bill worth hundreds of thousands. I knew it was a gift from my wife to please him. But by then, I no longer cared.

After being chosen by a horror game, I took over a food stall in a small town. A ghoul tried to eat me, his huge, bloody mouth a gaping maw, but I quickly shoved a focaccia sandwich into it. He chewed and then said, “Oh, forget it. With food to eat, I’ll kill her tomorrow.” The next day, I made delicious pierogies, then skewers and stews. All the ghouls who stopped by gave up on trying to kill me, focusing on eating instead. The audience watching me was shocked that I could survive all the way to the end with just my cooking.

Studying abroad can be incredibly lonely at times. That night, I was in my room, indulging in a little treat for myself, when my best friend suddenly burst through the door. "Doing it yourself is no fun. Come on. There's a super cool cabaret show going on. Let's go see it together!" On stage, my friend was reclining in a chair behind the curtain, with two strong-looking men on top of her. "Come on. Join us for a group dance..."

Ao despertar de um pesadelo fatal, Liliana percebe que a vida lhe deu uma segunda chance. Ela retornou exatamente ao mês anterior ao seu casamento, no momento em que seu pai, Joaquim, a pressionava para ceder seu noivo, Pedro, à Renata. Na vida passada, ela sofreu em silêncio. Nesta vida, ela acordou para a verdade. Diante da hipocrisia do pai, Liliana não derramou uma única lágrima. Em vez disso, um sorriso frígido curvou seus lábios e ela propôs um acordo chocante. — Eu aceito. — Declarou Liliana, com a voz rouca e fria, cortando o discurso dele pela raiz. — Quero um bilhão. Além disso, quero o rompimento oficial e definitivo de nossa relação de pai e filha. Se o afeto familiar é uma mercadoria barata, ela prefere trocá-lo por ouro. Vendendo um casamento arranjado e renegando uma família tóxica, Liliana inicia sua jornada de vingança e liberdade, não mais como a filha obediente, mas como uma rainha bilionária e indomável.

My best friend was a D-list influencer who'd blown six months of savings to drag me to a so-called "socialite finishing school." But then the instructor made us slap each other across the face — an "obedience test." I couldn't help it. I laughed. The next second, my friend was blacklisted from the entire circle, and her agent sent a termination notice. The instructor pointed at me and gave my friend an ultimatum: "Get on your knees. Slap her ten times. Then I'll lift the ban." My friend cried, trembling as she walked toward me. I sighed. The billion-dollar inheritance I'd just received — looks like the secret was about to come out.

Two years into my marriage with Don Dante, my ex came back. Julian, the man who shattered my heart five years ago. He announced he was getting engaged. And he wanted me as his mistress. "I know I hurt you," he said. "My family looks down on mob ties. It was never going to work. But now? I'm marrying Tiffany. I'm taking over the family empire. I can finally afford to keep you." I just sneered at him. "Did it ever occur to you that I might be married?" He scoffed. "What decent family would have you? The daughter of a mob underboss? Don't be ridiculous." His arrogance made me sick. When I refused, he slapped a black card on the table. Told me to buy whatever I wanted. He said he'd pick me up next week. That we could spend every weekend tangled up in his bed. I spat on the floor at his feet. "Get him out," I told my guard. "And take his trash with him." He didn't get it. Not then. But he would. The moment he found out who I married. I didn't just marry anyone. I married the king of the Chicago underworld. A man he could never touch. And when he finally figured it out, he lost his goddamn mind.