The Loud House Fanfiction No Such Luck Lincoln Runs Away

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘 Agad akong nagbihis nang makaalis si Damian, narinig kong mamayang alas syete ng gabi pa ang uwi nito. Pagkakataon kona ito para makatakas Matapos kong magbihis ay sumilip muna ako sa labas ng kwarto. Alam kong maraming bantay ang nandito pero kailangan kong gawan ng paraan 'to. Gustong gusto ko nang makatakas sakanya “ pst! ” sitsit ko sa isang bantay “ Ano po 'yun señorita? ” “ Nauuhaw ako, Gusto ko ng tubig. ” saad ko. “ Sandali lang po. ” Nilibot ko ang aking paningin. Ang ibang bantay ay abala sa paglilinis ng mga armas nila. Kaya naman dahan dahan akong naglakad, halos hindi na ako makahinga dahil sa ginagawa kong ito. Konti nalang ay malapit na rin ako sa pinto Makakatakas rin ako rito.. Makakasama kona ulit sina mama at papa Bubuksan kona sana ang pinto ngunit agad 'yong bumukas at bumungad saakin ang madilim na mukha ni Damian “ trying to escape again? ” “ damian.. ” umatras ako dahil sa takot. dahan-dahan itong lumapit sakin “ you can't escape from here, Avril. ” matigas na sabi nito “ damian, pakawalan mona ako please.. ” nagmamakaawang sabi ko “ Why would i? You're now my wife. ” Umiling ako, “ Nahihibang kana Damian. Kahit kailan hindi ko papatulan ang isang demónyong gaya mo! ” lakas loob na sigaw ko Oo nga't asawa niya ako. Asawa niya lang ako sa papel. mula nang kidnapin ako nito ay naging impyerno na ang buhay ko. Wala na akong ibang naramdaman kundi puro takot at pangungulila sa mga magulang ko “ So this is the evil you're talking about. ” matigas na aniya at pinutukan ang isa sa mga katulong rito. napaiyak ako sa takot. Wala nang buhay ang inosenteng katulong Ito ba talaga ang nakatadhanang buhay para saakin? Ang pang habang buhay na maitali sa isang demònyong kagaya niya? Ang maging isang asawa ng demònyong 'to

The seventh time Claire Fisher bailed on our marriage license appointment, I finally cut her out of my life—for good. From then on, if she was at a party, I wasn't. When she was scheduled to perform at our college's anniversary celebration, I made sure to leave early. The moment my company announced a collaboration with hers, I resigned without a second thought. Even on Christmas Eve, when she showed up at my parents' house with gifts, I slipped out with a half-hearted excuse about "visiting a friend." I blocked her number. Deleted her from my contacts. Burned every bridge and salted the earth behind me. No calls. No texts. No social media. I didn't reach out. She couldn't reach me. Simple as that. For the better part of my life, I was hopelessly in love with her—waiting on her, caring for her, putting her first in every way that mattered. I gave her all of me without ever holding back. But after the seventh time she left me sitting alone at the City Hall, something inside me broke. I was done. If that meant spending the rest of my life alone, so be it. Better that than sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the silence, holding on to hope for someone who never planned to show up.

Bagi Caitlin, Efrain tak lebih dari sianida yang mampu membunuhnya--nahas sudah menghilangkan masa depan cerahnya. Efrain hanya berperan menambah luka batin, alih-alih menyebuhkan traumanya akan fragmen ketika kedua orangnya terkena kasus korupsi. Gadis itu memilih kabur ke luar negeri tanpa siapa pun tahu, lalu bekerja hingga sukses sebagai programmer. Sampai sepuluh tahun berlalu, Caitlin menerima tawaran pindah tugas di cabang baru--dalam hal ini memulangkannya ke kampung halaman. Sesampainya di tanah air, Caitlin malah menerima fakta bahwa Efrain merupakan pemimpin CloudSky, perusahaan smartphone terkenal nan sukses, sekaligus tempatnya mencari nafkah.

Before being sold to a 60-year-old man by her parents, Rosalynn Carter quickly made a daring move – selling her virginity to a handsome man to save herself. However, she never expected that the one-night stand would be an ironic twist of fate, dragging her from one hell to another! "I will never love you!" Rosalynn cried, repeatedly punching the chest of the man who held her tightly. The bottom of her eyes were filled with helplessness and fatigue, but he was always the one who could easily bury her in the depths of despair. He traced his lips gently along her delicate face, whispering into her ear with a voice reminiscent of a demon's. "Not loving will turn into love! You have no other choice because your body, your heart, and even your soul—all were bought by me!" He always emphasized that love couldn't exist in their relationship, why was he now forcing her to love him? Was winning the heart of a demon her misfortune or her sin?

I used to be the one and only girl spoiled by my family. But everything changed on my 18th birthday, when my father adopted a she-wolf orphan named Sophia from the Werewolf Charity House. My elder brother, Alex, started to love her more and began to look down on me. My mate, John, who had grown up with me, liked her and ignored me. Even my father said that Sophia, an orphan, was ten thousand times better than his own birth daughter. It was my graduation day from Werewolf University. But instead of celebrating with me, they broke their promise because of Sophia.The 101st time. I counted. And it hurt worse than all the hundred before. I couldn't help crying out, "Am I really part of this family?" My father looked at Sophia—whose eyes turned red because of my words—with pity. Then he slapped me across the face. "You're still fighting for affection? I wish I had never given birth to you," he shouted. Alex snapped at me too. "You make me sick. I'm ashamed to have a sister like you. Get out of this den!" I didn't say a word. I simply packed up my things and left in silence. After I left, the den fell into a strange quiet. They took Sophia to the South Pole to see penguins, as if nothing had happened. No one contacted me or showed concern, because they assumed I would eventually come back—just like before. They never planned to do anything for me. They never had. But this time, they didn't know I was leaving for real. I called my mother, who lived in another pack far away, and told her I'd finally agreed to go live with her. Because this time, the family… Was no longer a place I needed.

When I met Ethan Stone, his family had just gone bankrupt. He had fallen hard and was at his lowest point. I stayed with him for eight years and helped him rebuild everything. We were finally about to get married. On our engagement day, I was kidnapped by his greatest rival. When I came back safely, he held his secretary in his arms and looked at me with disgust. “Jane, you’re no longer pure.” I felt my heart sink. I let him go and chose to fall into the arms of his rival.

"I will divorce you as you want, but only on one condition." "We'll have to be a real couple for one month. If you can do this, then I'll divorce you afterward. Do we have a deal?" ******** Bella makes a deal with her cruel billionaire husband to sign his divorce papers if he can be an idle husband for a month. She had learned she was going to die in a month and needed her last days to be appealing. When the final day approaches, an eager Phill throws a party with his girlfriend, Isabel, to celebrate his freedom, inviting Bella to attend. But instead of her, he gets a shocking letter from her last day, sending him on his heels to find her. But it was too late. Six years later, Phill gets a picture from his bodyguard showing Bella with a son at an airport. "Sir, she's alive! And she has a son that looks almost like you." "I said stop her from leaving! I won't forgive you if she leaves. I am going there now!"

Wyneth Walford had loved Hayden Hamilton with all her heart for a decade, dedicating three years of her life to caring for him after he was left in a vegetative state by an accident. However, her time and devotion were poured down the drain. Hayden's heart remained stone cold.After their divorce, Wyneth entered the showbiz world, starring in movies alongside charming silver foxes and appearing on variety shows with young hunks. Her doting brothers were prominent figures, including an award-winning actor, a brilliant composer, and a founder of a major brand. Haute couture and jewelry were second nature to her, and even the nation's heartthrob was pursuing her. She had become the most coveted woman in the industry.

One day, I received a call from the property management. They politely advised me that even if it was a wedding, there was no need to make such a ruckus all night long, disturbing the neighbors. They said they were caught in the middle, and it was hard for them to deal with it. I replied, "You must be mistaken. I don't even have a boyfriend, so how could I be getting married?" Since I refused to admit it, the property management sent me a video from the community's security cameras. In the video, the hallway was decorated with lights and flowers, and guests were coming and going. A large group of people were escorting the bride into the new home. And the groom was none other than my ex-boyfriend, who I had broken up with two and a half years ago!

On the day of the company's annual gala, my CEO husband suddenly assigned me an unexpected business trip. The plane had barely touched down when I received a call from his young assistant. Before I could utter a word, her voice came through, "Matty, did you send Daphne on that business trip just so we could spend more time together?" And then, as if to hammer the nail deeper into my heart, I heard his unmistakable tone—light, indulgent, full of affection, "What do you think, silly girl?" Her laughter rang out before she teased, "Then tonight, let's try something new. I promise you'll be satisfied..." The call ended amidst a swirl of suggestive murmurs. Staring at my phone, I waged a silent war with the pain gripping my chest. Again and again, I dialed his number, each attempt met with either silence or the cruel finality of his phone being switched off. Finally, I let out a bitter laugh, tucking the phone away as if to bury the wound it carried. From that moment on, I resolved—no more questions, no more efforts to understand this man who had once been my whole world. But fate has its own irony. Later, it was he who came back, pleading, begging me to love him again.