Novel & Cerita Sixth Eye Gojo

Eva Carson has one enemy: Son of a rival family, Gorgeous, Cocky, borderline annoying, with a huge Ego– Emerson Ford. They never see eye to eye on things, and remain thorn in each other's flesh. After witnessing Emerson Ford fuck a girl through her window, while holding eye contact with her– something shifts between the two. When their overflowing enmity escalates into an unforgettable night of intense pleasure, Eva's hatred explodes into something else. Something with a teeming, uncontrollable sex drive. With the fued between the two families coupled with her somewhat hatred for him, Eva is unwilling to give in to her unwelcomed desires for Emerson, but when fate plays a cruel trick on them; how long before Eva breaks and finds herself in his bed?

This was the sixth time Dante Falcone had slammed that damned divorce agreement down in front of me, forcing me to sign. This time, I did not resist. He set down the pen. In that instant, a suffocating silence filled the room. His deep brown eyes locked onto me, sharp and probing, as if he were trying to see straight through my soul. "Why so obedient this time, Sofia? Or are you planning another trick? Don't forget who you are. Mrs. Falcone." I removed the ruby ring that symbolized the mistress of the family, the one he had placed on my finger when he proposed to me in Sicily. I set it gently on the desk, a surface stained with both blood and money. My voice was calm, lifeless. "No, Dante. I'm just... tired. Your world is too loud."

I catch the eye of a stranger on the bus. Then, I'm lured into his trap…

Annabelle stares at Richard in his kingly attire. She walks down the Royal rug, grasping her colourful bridal flowers. Was she thinking straight?. She was getting married to the son of her parents murderer, the king. Well she had her plans. " It was a bloody one. An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth Blood for blood MY PEOPLE FOR YOUR PEOPLE" but she loved him, she loved the son of her parents murderer. Well time shall tell if her vengeance will be consumed by love. ******* Love and Vengeance.

Saraya was about to take the plunge into marital bliss when an unusually dressed hunk of a man interrupted her wedding in the rudest and most obnoxious manner. Threatening her husband-to-be and carting her off as if she was his property?! Saraya was beyond peeved. But then she soon found out the life she lived may not be hers after all. After spending more than a decade rescuing and chasing his mate’s soul reincarnating in the same body over and over, Dane has had it. He had had enough of the tearing anguish of watching her taken from him, and the pain of having to remind her over and over who he was. And after losing her for the sixth time, he wanted the anomaly that kept tearing them apart broken once and for all, even if it meant losing her forever.

In the Philippines, there is a well-known and commonly practiced superstitious belief called pagpag, loosely translated as "to dust-off." One should never go home directly after visiting a wake or a funeral, because the ghost of the deceased might latch on and cause hauntings or attract evil. Now, where can Filipinos pagpag and lead spirits astray? It could be anywhere: a restaurant, a mall, that house down the street where your toxic ex lives… but usually, people opt for 7-Eleven convenience stores and nobody knows why. Follow the story of Akira Basilio: a part-time staff who mans the Luntian Street 7-Eleven on Thursday and Friday nights, which sounds completely normal; except Akira had the ability to communicate with the dead. She maintained a quiet life by keeping her sixth sense a secret from both the living and the departed, until a particularly persistent spirit flips everything into chaos when he entangles Akira in a hunt for a murderer.

In the sixth year of my marriage with Zach Elroy, his workplace finally allocated us a small, two-room flat. I was overjoyed. I told our daughter she would finally have a bed of her own. But Zach said coldly, "This room is for Jennifer and her daughter. You and Kathy can keep sleeping on the floor." In my past life, we fought bitterly over it. He eventually gave in. But while I was away on a work trip, he went back on his word. He brought Jennifer Cross into our home and made our daughter, Kathy, sleep on the floor. That night, when Kathy came down with a high fever and cried out that she felt sick, he was reading Jennifer and her daughter a bedtime story. Our daughter passed away that night. Now, in this life, I calmly laid out the bedding on the floor and said, "Whatever."

Willow Anberline has an unfortunate experience on the eve of her daughter Zoey's sixth birthday. The nanny is killed on the scene, and her only daughter is kidnapped by a mysterious Lycan pack. Even more shocking, the dog in Willow's house, Alpha, suddenly turns into a lycan and saves Willow from danger. A handsome man named Kyler reveals himself to be the proper form of Alpha, who has been in disguise all along. That's not the only problem Willow has to deal with. The appearance of Zoey's father, Willow's first love, puts her between a rock and a hard place. Willow is on two tracks, which confuses her because these two men move in their own way to save Zoey. Meanwhile, both make Willow's heart flutter with their kindness and care. To save Zoey, and later, who knows which love Willow will have to choose.

“But… you…” My voice breaks in half. “You told me I was the only one for you.” “I lied. She’s pregnant with my child.” He adds in a low voice and something snaps in my chest. My eyes go over to Harriet who nods at me with a wicked smile perched on her lips. Her hand is on her belly, gently caressing it. “That’s why I have to reject you right now, to officially break our mate-bond, so that I can mark Harriet as mine.”... Betrayed by her family and her mate, wolf-less Willow thought her life could not get any worse until she was told she was being offered as a bride to the cursed Lycan King who was known to give the mark of death. Five betrothed brides had died before her... Was Willow was about to be the sixth?

Today is the sixth time my girlfriend, Shirley Lake, is supposed to meet my parents. My parents and I wait at the restaurant for four whole hours. I call her over and over again, but she never picks up. Just as I'm about to try one last time, I see Shirley's childhood sweetheart, Joshua Solomon, post a picture on his Instagram, with the location tagged at a suburban hotel. The picture shows a woman's pale back, one shoulder bare, with a striking red spider lily tattoo visible on her skin. Underneath the picture was the caption, "We'll make it from 18 to 80." A mutual friend comments, "First-love couples are the sweetest!" I silently hit the like button, then comment, "Make sure to get buried together when you die. And don't come back to haunt anyone else."