Total Drama Character Names

Cresci fora do país. Com medo de eu arrumar um genro estrangeiro, a minha mãe resolveu me arranjar um noivo bonito e talentoso em São Paulo, e me chamou de volta para o noivado. Quando fui à Boutique de Luxo escolher meu vestido de noivado, eu me encantei por um vestido longo tom creme, tomara que caia. Quando me preparei para experimentá-lo, uma mulher olhou de soslaio para o vestido em minhas mãos e disse à atendente: — Esse modelo é bem diferente, deixa eu experimentar. A atendente, com ação brusca, arrancou o vestido das minhas mãos. Eu, indignada, disse: — Cada coisa tem sua ordem! Eu vi esse vestido primeiro, vocês ainda têm noção de justiça? Mas ela me olhou com desprezo e respondeu: — Esse vestido custa 188 mil. Você, uma pobretona, consegue pagar isso? — Eu sou irmã de consideração de Eduardo Monteiro, presidente do Grupo Monteiro. Em São Paulo, quem decide o que é “justo” é só a Família Monteiro! Que coincidência! Eduardo Monteiro é meu noivo. Imediatamente liguei para Eduardo: — Sua irmã de consideração acabou de roubar meu vestido de noivado. Como você vai resolver isso?

Quando eu estava prestes a sair do restaurante do meu irmão, a gerente me parou. — Senhorita, desculpe, mas a senhora não pagou a conta. Olhei para o rosto desconhecido e pensei que ela provavelmente era nova e não me reconhecia, então expliquei educadamente: — Coloque na conta do dono. Ele me conhece. A gerente me lançou um olhar de desdém. — Senhorita, este é um restaurante três estrelas Michelin. Não deixamos qualquer um fazer fiado. Ela me entregou uma conta impressa. Dei uma olhada. Cinquenta mil dólares por uma refeição. Três mil pela manutenção da louça, cinco mil pela purificação exclusiva do ar, dez mil por uma taxa de serviço VIP de "práticas relaxantes" e uma porção de outras cobranças absurdas. Eu nem sabia que o restaurante do meu irmão era um golpe desses. Não pude deixar de rir, incrédula. — Eu sou a irmã do dono. Se houver algum problema, diga a ele para falar comigo em casa. Mas ela simplesmente não desistia. — Se não pode pagar, pare de fingir que pode. E não finja que conhece o senhor White também. Mandei uma mensagem rápida para minha secretária: [Diga ao meu irmão para demitir essa gerente ou eu retiro meu investimento.]

This is a story about a Ceo named Jonathan who's a cold man but slowly opens up to his love interest “Marley” and they get through the drama and pain together. They slowly fall in love with each other and felt a connection.

The hunt is on… Cara, a shy, friendless librarian doesn’t know why the notorious player Rig Landon has suddenly started paying her attention. After escaping the iron grip of her alcoholic father, she’s at university to learn, not play, and she tells Rig so. Repeatedly. But Rig bet his packmates that he could seduce any human female they choose—and they chose Cara. Cara’s total lack of game puts every one of Rig’s seductive talents to the test. But he’s persistent. And the more time they spend together, the less Rig cares about the bet, and the more he cares about Cara. Which is a problem. Because Rig is carrying a big secret. A deadly secret. Turns out Rig isn’t the only one hunting Cara… Will Rig’s secrets end Cara’s life before he can show her she’s more to him than just prey?

I'm Odelia, a woman 'maldita' to fall in love with a waiter macho dancer in a bar. Masakit man na iwanan niya ako noon. nalaman ko pang, hindi lang ako ang babae sa buhay niya. I will regret too late, Hindi ako makakapayag na ang lalaking iniwan ako. Mapa-sa inyo, Akin lang siya, hindi siya sa iba. Mahirap ba akong mahalin? At, lahat ng taong minamahal ko iniiwan lang ako. Who am I? Is it hard to love me, my loved ones leave me? — Iniwan mo ako. Iniwan kita. Mahal mo ako, minahal mo na siya, mahal ka niya, mahal kita. Hindi ako nakabalik, hindi mo na ako nahintay. I'm yours. You are hers. You're mine! You choose, Me or Her? She or Am I? — Copyright 2017 © Xyrielle All Rights Reserved No Copy Stories No Plagiarism Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

One night of passion with Carl Grey, her supposed uncle, led Renee Lacey down a path of eight years of misery. On the day she decided to end it all, holding her daughter's ashes, Carl was throwing a big party for his ex-girlfriend's son. Talk about adding insult to injury. But life had a surprise in store. Renee got a do-over, and this time, she's not pulling any punches. Carl's going to learn that karma's a real piece of work. Last time around, when Renee tried to explain things, Carl shut her down, accusing her of drugging him for a hookup. Well, not anymore. This time, she's cutting him loose in front of everyone. Remember when Carl's ex stole Renee's work and he called Renee a green-eyed monster? Now, Renee's going to leave them both in the dust and grab that award herself. And let's not forget how Carl always took his ex's side when Renee was blamed for stuff she didn't do. This time, Renee's giving as good as she gets. Poor Carl. He always thought Renee would stick around, no matter what. But when she finally walks out without so much as a "see ya," his world falls apart. Now look at Mr. High-and-Mighty, all teary-eyed and desperate: "Renee, don't go. Can't I come with you?"

Cleo has been going it alone since she was a teenager, perfectly content with her solitary lifestyle. Until she starts meeting her mates, that is. While two of them are what every shifter dreams of when thinking of their destined soulmate, the third has far more nefarious plans for her than character building and going on dates together. Every day is something unknown and new to Cleo, making new friends, learning about who she really is and where she came from. But just like Cleo has never gotten to experience what it's like to have a group of shifters around her that care for her, she's also never had to feel what it's like to watch someone you truly love die. How will a shapeshifting panther with bodies under her belt deal with the tragedies she's about to be put through? Only one way to find out.

Two people meet by chance, they instantly fell in love, one is under false identity but came with good intentions, the other wants a simple sweet life, no Drama, no fear no running away from the past. I created the story on my own please don't plagiarise my book, it is illegal to copy another person's work.

Adharia Navier Valler, as the dearest younger sister of the domineering Head of the Valler organization, she was taught to continue their family's legacy. But once a marionette under her brother's shadow is finally released from her shackles, won't the rose of the Valler Organization, their deadliest weapon dominate those who look down on her. But when a fortunate turn of event arises, one that includes her best-loved male character in her favorite romance novel travels through time and space, breaking the law between reality and fantasy, encounters her in an unforgettable "bed incident", this just might be the beginning of a series of unfortunate incidents. Conspiring against her and the Valler organization is the undeniable threat the Rohas organization poses, will Adharia and her team of friends be able to eliminate the masquerade of the traitor? Deduce the play? Handle the truth behind the Rohas organization? And uncover an unexpected romance between two forbidden lovers? The Un-Stereotypical Life of A Prince and A Heiress.

Mi esposo, Alejandro Ruiz, cayó del tercer piso, no solo se rompió las dos piernas, sino que también se lastimó en su parte íntima. Y yo, lejos de preocuparme, lo llevé al hospital más alejado. Todo se remontaba a mi vida anterior: Alejandro se había lastimado a propósito con tal de que su amiga de la infancia, Sofía López, quien realizaba sus prácticas en el hospital, pudiera acumular suficiente experiencia práctica y consolidar su puesto. Para lograrlo, eligió lanzarse desde el tercer piso. Luego, deliberadamente evitó el hospital más cercano y me obligó a conducir tres mil kilómetros para que Sofía lo atendiera. Al considerar que ella solo era una estudiante que había entrado al hospital por contactos y no tenía las credenciales para operar, rechacé su propuesta. Pero él me abofeteó con fuerza y dijo: —¡Solo quiero usar mis heridas para ayudarla! ¿Acaso no tienes ni un poco de empatía? Ante su terquedad, temí que el retraso arruinara sus piernas para siempre. Llamé a su madre para convencerlo. Sin embargo, Sofía, al no obtener el puesto, avergonzada y llena de rabia, se suicidó saltando en el hospital. Alejandro, gracias a la atención oportuna, salvó sus piernas. Pero el día del alta, cuando fui a recogerlo con alegría, él me atropelló con el auto, matándome en el acto. Antes de morir, le cuestioné con rabia, pero él me miró con desdén: —Si no hubieras impedido que ayudara a Sofía, ¡ella no habría muerto! Al abrir los ojos de nuevo, me encontré de vuelta en el día en que mi esposo se rompió las piernas.