Tes Tes Tes 123

Yo estaba embarazada de ocho meses. Pero cuando mi esposo, Mateo Díaz, me obligó a acompañar a su amiga de infancia, Clara Vegas, a hacer bungee, no me quejé ni protesté. Simplemente asentí. Todo porque, en mi vida pasada, Clara no estaba contenta. Para animarla, Mateo le ofreció cumplirle un deseo. Clara le confesó que su mayor anhelo era que alguien la acompañara a saltar en bungee. Mateo, que le tenía pánico a las alturas, inmediatamente me pidió que yo la acompañara. Me negué en el acto, alegando mi embarazo. Clara, al ser rechazada, se entristeció y terminó yendo a un bar para ahogar sus penas. Allí, alguien le puso algo en la bebida y fue violada. Después, devastada por el dolor, le dejó una nota de suicidio a Mateo: “Si ese día no hubiera ido al bar, ¿todo habría sido diferente?” Al leer la nota, Mateo me agarró del cuello: —¿Por qué no accediste a acompañar a Clara? ¿Acaso habrías muerto si lo hacías? Finalmente, Mateo me estranguló hasta la muerte, y el niño que llevaba en mi vientre se fue conmigo. Al abrir los ojos de nuevo, había vuelto al día en que Mateo me pidió que acompañara a Clara a hacer bungee...

𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒻𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒿𝒶𝓀ℯ,𝒹𝒶𝓂𝒾ℯ𝓃,𝓈𝒶𝓂𝓊ℯ𝓁,𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝓎ℴ𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈ℯ𝒸𝓇ℯ𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅ℯ𝓃 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓎 𝒸𝒽ℴℴ𝓈ℯ 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓉ℊℯ𝓂 ℴ𝓇 𝒶𝒸𝒸ℯ𝓅𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁

When Brehena is thrown into the supernatural world she learns she has a choice to make. Save the one she is destined to love or let him die. But in order to save the one she loves she must sacrifice herself but in order for it to work she must truly embrace the darkness to become who she was destined to be. the ultimate question is what will she choose.

Princess Rafaella Lavel is Alpha Erick Devone's key to unlock his curse. She fought in loving him but he was in denial, disguising his real emotions towards her in a form of hatred. When she's finally gone, he would go extra lengths to chase after her. Could he be able to dissipate her hatred towards him if they are to be fated to meet again in a different dimension in different span of time?

Kilala ang Cervantes bilang pamilyang maimpluwensiya. Limang mag ka-kapatid. Si Ace ang panganay, na ang hilig ay pangangbayo. Kaya naman siya ang namamahala ng 10-hectare na lupain ng kaniyang ama't ina. Binata si Ace, wala pang plano sa pag pasok sa commitment. Ine-enjoy lamang niya ang pakikipag fling sa mga kilalang modelo. Ngunit isang dalaga ang nakakuha sa atensyon niya. Si Malia, bago lang ang dalaga bilang caretaker, at talaga namang maganda ito at napakasimple. Ngunit napapansin niyang wala itong pake sakaniya. Hindi man lang nito mapansin ang kaniyang presensya dahilan para mas ma-curious at maging interesado siya sa dalaga.

[Help, the male on the book cover, says I'm his mate!] All I wanted was a boyfriend. What did I find? A gorgeous man obsessed with me. What is the problem? He isn't a human. There are wings on his back, horns on his head, and glowing eyes in his sockets. But he doesn't want to eat me—all he wants is to eat me out! My name is Talia, and one night my romance novel sucked me in and spat me out into another world. And who shows up? The man on the cover. His name is Thail, and he is visually stunning, but we don't speak the same language. I don't understand my new buddy. Yet I need him to survive in this world, and maybe he can try to help me find my way home. Thail looks capable of protecting me. He is big, he is hot, and he is really into me...

"Ini bukan testpack aku," kata Leandra sambil menunjukkan benda pipih itu kepada suaminya, Rendra. "Hasilnya positif—testpack siapa ini, Mas?" Leandra menatap lurus ke arah Rendra yang berdiri membeku di depannya. "Lea, itu ..." Leandra berusaha untuk tetap tenang dan menunggu apa yang akan Rendra jelaskan kepadanya. Namun, terlihat jelas kalau suaminya begitu kesulitan dalam merangkai kata-kata yang tepat. Follow me @setia_am

“You are my mate, Karla, our mate and you have to accept it.” Things changed for Karla in rapid succession as she was thrust into another world that an omega like her could never have imagined to be. She used to be bullied, but then she finds out that she has four mates, and not only that, they are the four brothers who had bullied her in the past. She finds out that there's a way to break the bond but there are complications. Would she choose to go through it? Or would she fall in love with the brothers? And who will be her favourite?

My sister, Anna Hawkins, and I are twins, but I'm slightly heavier than her when we were born. Anna has always been weak and sickly since young, whereas I'm always active and healthy. When Anna was four years old, she was diagnosed with leukemia. Mom blamed me for stealing Anna's nutrients when I got born, so I needed to return the nutrients to her. When I got my blood extracted for the first time, a thick syringe was used on me. I was so scared when I saw it. Mom told me not to be scared. She gave me a magical pen, stating that whatever wish I wrote down with the pen would come true. I wrote, "It won't hurt." When the syringe was plunged into my arm again, Mom bought me a sweet lollipop. The pain never struck me again afterward. When I was five years old, I drew a strawberry cake on the paper while getting 1000cc blood withdrawn from me. That week, Anna could sit up in bed and play on her own. When I turned seven years old, I wrote down my wish that I'd like to go on a vacation. The next day, I was sent into the operating theater for the doctors to collect my hematopoietic cells. For the first time ever, Anna's cheeks became rosy. When I was eight years old, I wrote that I wanted to become the top student of my grade. But a day before my exams, my bone marrow was drawn from me. Anna finally got discharged by the hospital. She got to wear new dresses that I never got to wear. In the year I turn nine years old, my body is heavily depleted. With a trembling hand, I can only write down a line in messy handwriting. "I hope… that I won't become Mom's daughter in my next life."

En mi octavo mes de embarazo, mi esposo —agente de investigaciones— por fin logró sacar un poco de tiempo y me acompañó por primera vez al hospital para mi control prenatal. Pero apenas cruzamos la entrada, su teléfono satelital encriptado comenzó a vibrar con insistencia. El nombre en la pantalla apareció solo un instante, pero a él, que siempre se mantiene sereno, le bastó para ponerse tenso de inmediato. —Amor… hay una alerta roja. Acaba de aparecer otro fugitivo internacional. Yo… lo siento… Se le notaba la angustia. Con ese tono firme, propio de quien está acostumbrado a dar órdenes sin réplica, se disculpó a toda prisa… y se fue. Me quedé mirando cómo su todoterreno se alejaba a toda velocidad, hasta desaparecer. Para entonces, mis uñas ya habían destrozado el formulario del control prenatal. Con mi enorme vientre, salí a la calle, detuve un taxi y dije sin perder tiempo: —Hola, siga a ese vehículo. Ja… ¿un fugitivo con alerta roja? Vaya mentira más absurda. Ni siquiera la Oficina de Seguridad Nacional de mi padre recibió ningún aviso. Y él, siendo apenas un simple inspector que solo asistía en los casos… ¿qué “fugitivo” tan urgente tendría que atrapar? “Quiero ver con mis propios ojos quién es ese jefe que se atreve a darle una orden tan urgente”.