Tails Hugs Sonic

« Mademoiselle Lebrun, nous avions suivi vos instructions à la lettre : le corps ‘mort' vous ressemblait en tous points. Nous devions le livrer dans dix jours, directement sur le lieu de votre mariage avec Monsieur Humbert. » Au bout du fil, la voix calme de l'employé procurait enfin un peu de répit à Doriane Lebrun, dont les nerfs étaient à vif depuis des semaines. « Parfait, je vous remercie », répondait-elle. « Tout est en ordre, rassurez-vous. Aucune suspicion n'est possible : l'identification sera indiscutable. » Doriane sentait alors son souffle lui revenir, comme si un poids immense se soulevait. Elle prenait encore quelques minutes pour confirmer les derniers détails de l'opération avant de raccrocher. Puis, recomposant son masque de sérénité, elle franchissait la porte de la loge privée. À l'intérieur, les rires et les conversations s'éteignaient instantanément à son entrée, comme coupés au couteau.

Maggie, daughter of the leader of the Dark Storm pack, was a wolf promised in marriage to the son of the Lycrox pack’s heir. Though skeptical at first, she eventually falls in love with Lance and swears to be his perfect Luna until her arranged marriage ends in disaster when she is betrayed and killed in a planned attack by her pack and her husband’s. However, she is reborn with a fierce determination to reclaim her rightful place as the leader of her pack. As she navigates the complex politics of the pack, she discovers that her betrayal was orchestrated by a larger enemy that seeks to take over her territory. She begins to recognize her enemies and when she finds herself at crossroads, Maggie must decide whether to seek revenge on her former pack or to ally with them to defeat their common enemy when they come running back to her with their tails between their legs. Along the way, she discovers her true enemy and it is a much larger enemy than she can ever imagine. Phoenix, the moon goddess, mother of all wolves, wants to reverse the creation of wolves. The power to stop her lies in Maggie’s hands. So uhn...dear readers this book gets intense from chapter 36 between with some heated scenes between the female lead and the two male leads so just a quick warning before you delve in.

Experience the life of Laura Mackey, who has been bullied at the orphanage for the past 18 years and finally gathers up the courage to escape with her besties force and prepares to face her unknown destiny. She begins to search for her life, that was scattered into pieces and thrown in different directions. Discovering the existence of her sister, they happens to travel to a Bazoda (a parallel universe) and accidentally find an important part of the puzzle about her mother who was murdered there. What would she do when the late princess of Bazoda, plans to resurrect her mother and trap them forever only to achieve POWER. Why is her mother so important to the late princess? Will she be able to rescue her family and return home? Will her love wait for her patiently without knowing her whereabouts? Will she ever have the normal family life that she has always dreamt about? _________________________ This book is a total package of #love #revenge #fantasy #betrayal #care #freedom #family #adventure ________________________ Discover this and more in the story of 'The Lost Destiny' Hop on and experience the roller coaster ride. __________________________ PLEASE MAKE SURE TO COMMENT YOUR REVIEWS. (This book is completely fictional) ___________________________ A hearty request to unsee all the errors in writing. Happy reading! Love and Hugs Cheers ~Hana

Après un grave accident de voiture, Mia se réveille amnésique. Elle ne se souvient plus de son passé, ni de ses parents, ni de l’homme qu’elle aimait. Alexandre, l’homme qui vit à ses côtés, lui affirme qu’ils forment une famille depuis des années, avec leur fils Jérémiah. Fragile, dépendante et en pleine rééducation, Mia s’accroche à cette nouvelle réalité, persuadée qu’elle doit faire confiance à celui qui se présente comme son sauveur. Peu à peu, malgré son apparente reconstruction, des fissures apparaissent. Des détails incohérents, des attitudes étranges, des réactions excessives d’Alexandre. Des fragments de mémoire reviennent : une cave, des cris, une voiture, un homme qui la poursuit. Alexandre n’est pas un sauveur. Il est son bourreau. Pris au piège de ses mensonges, Alexandre devient de plus en plus instable.

Sometimes, love isn't just about a feeling. It's not just hugs and kisses. It's not just I love you's and I miss you's. There's more to love if we choose to see what's beyond it. There's sacrifices. Yeah, a sacrifice is truly one of the truest forms of love. Kasi naman, hindi ka naman magsasakripisyo kung hindi mo mahal, diba? You choose to sacrifice because there's more at stake than your feelings alone. Kaya kahit mahirap at masakit, you will always end up choosing the right thing to do. Iyon ang nasa isip ni Hope. Kapag magmamahal siya, she will be more than willing to sacrifice for that person. Dala-dala niya ang thought na 'yon everyday. What she didn't know is that it is easier to say it than do it. Kasi naman, she was never in love before. Hindi niya alam na ganoon pala kahirap kapag nasa sitwasyon ka na. Then there goes Sir Troy who came to her life one day. Bigla-bigla. Walang sign. Walang babala. Iyon na sana, kaso reality has its own way of slapping her. He's an instructor. She's his student. It's forbidden. Now, she's stuck between fighting for that love and letting go. Alin ba ang dapat gawin?

On my 16th birthday, I treat myself to the most delicious cake I can find. On that day, before I can even take a bite, my parents, who are always at odds with each other, sign their divorce papers right in front of me. So, on my wedding day, I tell my wife, Keira Jarrett, "If you ever want a divorce, just get me a birthday cake." She hugs me tightly and promises me."Don't worry. 'Birthday' won't even be a word in our home anymore." Seven years later, on Keira's birthday, her assistant, Jackson Price, throws her a surprise party. She slaps him across his handsome, gentle face and kicks him out of Jarrett Group. That day, I am convinced I have chosen the right woman for life. But three months later, on my birthday, I find out the supposedly fired Jackson has been promoted to Keira's personal secretary. He personally delivers a custom-made birthday cake to me. I call Keira to demand an explanation, but her voice on the other end is cold and distant. "Jack meant well. Don't be a spoilsport." I freeze for a moment, then hang up. It turns out my parents are right all along. The only way a birthday cake tastes right is when it's served with divorce papers.

After my girlfriend's father hit someone with a car, he took his own life because he didn't want to get arrested. But in doing so, he left behind a huge debt he had racked up. In order to help my girlfriend pay off the compensation, I work around the clock as a food deliveryman. Every day, I sleep less than four hours just to squeeze in more work. But when I finish delivering a new order, I notice a man clad in a bathrobe standing in front of me at a hotel suite's doorway. He's completely covered in hickeys. A young woman dressed in a sexy nightgown hugs him from behind. "I'm absolutely famished right now because of how long you've been tormenting me in bed earlier, darling! Hurry up and grab the takeout!" I can only stare at the woman, completely shell-shocked. That's when the bag of takeout slips off my fingers and crashes onto the floor. The woman takes a step backward. Her brows drawn into a frown, she exclaims, "How are my boyfriend and I supposed to enjoy the food now that it's all dirty?" After that, she kicks the takeout at me right away, spilling grease all over my clothes. I remain rooted to the spot, still stunned. This woman… is Irene Swensen, my girlfriend who's about to get engaged to me.

In the coastal quiet of Baler, a studio is born—not of architecture, but of intention.* Founded by Yam, a poet whose words cradle pain gently, and Franc, an artist who paints tenderness into walls, the studio becomes a refuge for those learning to stay—with grief, love, longing, and themselves. As visitors arrive, they leave behind more than footprints: a sigh recorded in bamboo, a poem tucked into the “Found Letters” shelf, a mural painted in crooked lines. Through zines, tea, silence, and sketchbooks, the studio teaches softness as revolution. Ren creates the *Window of Soft Returns*, an installation of anonymous voice recordings—each whisper forming a community of echoes. Drew builds the *Staircase With No Wrong Turns*, inviting people to walk through emotions without shame. Franc offers brushstrokes as brave work, and Yam curates writing circles that map healing in half sentences. Together, they host festivals that feel like hugs, and they begin traveling their archive, letting softness cross oceans. Even those who once left—like Miguel—return, discovering that some doors never truly close. Others, like Tala, capture the studio’s sound and turn it into a podcast of breath and becoming. Over seventy chapters, the studio transforms into something larger than itself: a mural of memory, a sanctuary for second chances, a place where return is sacred and voice is proof of survival. In the final bloom, the studio stands not as a monument—but as a reminder: > *“Staying isn’t easy. > But chosen together, > it becomes home.”*

For twenty years, Lyra Solis was the perfect daughter, the perfect socialite, and the perfect fiancée. But the moment the Solis family’s biological daughter, Seraphina, returned from the Outer Rim, Lyra’s life became an expired contract. The betrayal was total: her parents turned their backs, and her fiancé—the man she was supposed to spend her life with—spent his sacred Alpha rut in the arms of her sister. To seal Lyra’s fate, Seraphina committed the ultimate crime: she hacked Lyra’s terminal to submit a Genetic Pairing Application. Under Alpha Prime Interstellar Law, the match is permanent. The bond is unbreakable. And the recipient is random. Lyra didn't cry. She didn't beg. She simply walked away from the only home she ever knew to meet the stranger the system had chained her to. She expected a commoner. She expected a life of obscurity. Instead, she found Valerius Thorne. He is a vision of lethal beauty: ink-black hair, violet eyes, and nine shimmering silver tails that speak of a lineage long thought extinct. Trapped in a violent, drug-induced rut and hunted by assassins, the Nine-Tailed Prince of the Empire is at his most vulnerable. When he clings to Lyra, whispering, "My star, did you come to take me home?" Lyra says yes. What Lyra doesn't know is that she is a Null-Frequency, the only genotype in the galaxy capable of taming the most powerful Alpha in existence. The Solis family thinks they threw her to the wolves. They have no idea she’s coming back at the side of a God.

After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots. The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way. I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love. Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw the long stick, you can only blame your bad luck." So I began practicing every day, shaking the box diligently, over and over, in hopes that one day, it would help me earn my parents' love. Unfortunately, for ten years, I never once drew the long stick. Until my birthday. Asher wanted to go to the amusement park, and Mom once again told us to decide by drawing lots. I secretly glued the two short sticks together and handed them to Mom, hoping to keep her with me. She slapped me hard across the face, screaming that I was cheating and disobedient. Then she stormed out of the house with Asher. When I fell to the ground, the short stick stabbed deep into my neck. 'I'm sorry, Mom. Next time, I'll work harder. Next time, I'll definitely draw the long stick.'