Quest To Kill The Wither 18

Ashely Montenegro is finally going to live her dream life as she gets assigned as the host of a very popular television program in one of the most famous television stations in the united states. When Nathaniel a very wealthy billionaire decides to carry out his long-planned revenge on Montenegro. Ashely is kept in a state of confusion as she either has to choose between signing the marriage contract with Nathaniel to preserve her father’s wealth and health Or living her dream life. Just when Nathaniel’s heart began to crave Ashley's love, she runs away leaving him heartbroken, confused, and guilty. Would he find her?

“Don't leave me, Prisley,” Heather pleaded. Prisley was Heath’s assistant and contract lover. Heath saw her as a substitute for his ex. When Heath's ex came back, this once obedient girl tried everything to leave. Only then did Heath realize that he had fallen deeply in love with her. He would never let her go. But Prisley couldn't stand Heather's obsession and controlling nature. She would rather run away with her pregnant belly. Later, Prisley was harmed by a villain, and her fate remained unknown. Heath went crazy looking for her. Will she come back?

The cousins: “Oh shit yall back! We thought yall got tired of the foolishness we got going on, because we sure as shit, done got tired of the bullshit ourselves. We thought yall was gonna be quick about it, but it’s been a minute. So anyway Even though yall been gone long, I might as well tell you now, we still haven't had a chance to enjoy shit; not a damn thing. Do you know why? I can tell you why, it's because for some fucking reason supernatural motha fuckas are always mad about something. I mean they don't like nobody, all they want to do is kill folks, kidnap you, impregnate, or try an force you to be with them. Did I miss one? It don't matter you get where this is going. Now I know some of yall really wish we could get some peace some rest and some di…” “GOD DAMNIT MINA! WE HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET AND YOU BEING NASTY ALREADY!”

Isang simpleng babae lamang si Cassie, pero isang iglap ay nagbago ang lahat nang mapilitang pumasok siya sa isang kasunduang kasal kay Calix, ang anak ng pinakamayamang pamilya sa siyudad. Ang kontrata ay malinaw: walang puso, walang emosyon, pawang papel lamang ang kanilang pagsasama. Ngunit paano kung sa bawat araw na magkasama sila, unti-unting nadadama ni Cassie ang init ng mga titig at lambing na hindi niya inaasahan mula sa lalaking pinakasalan niya sa kasinungalingan? At paano kung sa likod ng mga ngiti ni Calix, may mga sikreto siyang hindi pa kayang ibunyag?

It's 11:30 pm. Home alone, I decide to order some takeout. When the map shows the delivery guy is zero miles away, I receive a call from him. I pick up, only to hear unsettling silence from the other end. I hang up, annoyed. The next moment, the guy texts me, "Sorry, I'm hearing-impaired and unable to speak. I called to notify you to pick up your food as soon as possible. I can't explain things over the phone, and I apologize for that." Then comes another text. "You must've been waiting for a long time. I've left your order at your door, so please pick it up as soon as you can." Just as I prepare to open the door, I see bars of live comments—reminiscent of livestream chats—floating right before my eyes. "Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!" "He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!" "Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."

"I'm inlove with him since when I was eight, and he's eighteen years old before; now, he's twenty-eight and I'm eighteen. I call him Uncle Lucas, sometimes Ninong Saint." Lady Eve Yamashita has been in love with Saint Lucas since he took her in at the age of eight after her father (Taro Yamashita, a Yakuza leader) was killed by another Yakuza organization. Every year—Saint Lucas would send her his favorite macha cake, and when Lady Eve turned fifteen, she confessed to Saint Lucas, but sadly—Saint rejected her. Lady Eve Yamashita has been in love with Saint Lucas since he took her in at the age of eight after her father (Taro Yamashita; a Yakuza leader) was killed by another Yakuza organization. Every year—Saint Lucas would send her his favorite macha cake, and when Lady Eve turned fifteen, she confessed to Saint, but Saint rejected her, believing thier ten-year age gap is too large, chooses someone else. One night, Saint came home very drunk. He didn't realize that the room he entered was Eve's room where the girl was sleeping soundly. But, because of Eve's thin clothing, Saint couldn't stop himself from attempting to touch Even and ended up lusting. Eve, woke-up, but didn't stop herself 'cause that was what she wanted too; there was a heated exchange, and months later Saint found out that he had gotten Eve pregnant that night, but Eve run-away and hide.

After I am diagnosed with stomach cancer, I ask for some money to buy medicine. I don't want to be in excruciating pain when I die. My three elder brothers rush into the ICU. Andy Lewis—my eldest brother—slaps me hard across my face. He scolds me for ruining his beloved younger sister, Summer Lewis' coming-of-age party. My second brother, Sherman Lewis, calls me a liar. He accuses me of pretending to be sick to swindle money from them. Jimmy Lewis, who is my third brother, calls me useless. He tells me that I deserve to die. My parents, Kenneth Lewis and Autumn Farrow, don't believe that I'm sick. They pin me with looks of contempt and ridicule. "You still haven't stopped that lying habit of yours even though you're all grown up. You even learned how to blackmail us with your death. "If you want to die, do it sooner. It'll spare us from being disgusted when we're forced to look at you day in and day out." I end up dying on the first day of the New Year. Before I breathe my last breath, I send a message to the family group chat. My entire family goes crazy after reading it.

“Sign the divorce papers, Olivia… or I’ll make sure you never wake up again.” I thought marriage meant love, loyalty, and forever. But the night I overheard my husband plotting my downfall with my sister-in-law, my world shattered. The man I had sacrificed everything for was only after my family’s wealth and worse, he wanted me dead. Drugged. Betrayed. Left bleeding while he ran to the arms of his ex. That was Marcus Thompson, the man everyone believed was the perfect billionaire husband. But I won’t go down quietly. With enemies in my own family and assassins at my doorstep, I must fight back. And when David, the man who risked his life to save mine, steps in, I begin to see what true love really feels like. Now, I’m trapped between a husband who would rather bury me than let me go, and a man willing to risk everything to protect me. In a world built on lies, betrayal, and deadly secrets… who can I trust when even love could be a weapon?

Our entire class gets dragged into The Tyrant's Atonement game. The only way to escape alive is to reach a 100% atonement score. The system lets us choose our roles. The class belle, Isolde Adler, picks the tyrant's first love. Her atonement score shoots straight to 99% on the first day. The class president, Asher Brooks, chooses to be a loyal chancellor. His atonement score jumps to 80%. Spectators watching the game flood the screen with comments. "This new batch is smart and way better at picking roles than the last. They might just clear the game in three days." "Even if just one person hits 100%, the whole class goes free. I'm looking forward to seeing who finishes first." "My money's on the first love. She's already at 99%." Just as everyone starts celebrating, the next morning hits us with bad news. All 20 classmates who picked their roles are dead, and Isolde suffers the cruelest fate of all.

My six-year-old son, Zac Quest, deliberately fed me almond cake, which I was allergic to, to make me miscarry. Standing in front of the hospital bed, he hid behind my husband, Sterling Quest, with a long face and refused to admit his mistakes, "Grandma said you won't ever divorce Dad once you give birth to my sister. I don't want you as my mom anymore. I prefer Ms. White!" Sterling said indifferently, "We'll have other children. Winona... is indeed more fit to raise Zac than you." Hearing those words, I gave up completely. The day I was discharged from the hospital, I went back home and cleared out all my belongings. All I left behind was a divorce agreement and a letter disowning Zac.