Twelve Years A Slave Amazon

My girlfriend called me frantically out of the blue, saying her mother's water had broken. She begged me to take them to the hospital. But I lazily hung up the phone and turned away, buying myself an ice cream bar instead. In my previous life, her mother had also gone into labor late in life. I had risked everything to rush her to the hospital, running twelve red lights, pushing my car to the limit until the fuel gauge nearly burst. Yet, despite all that, her mother had lost the baby. Worse still, she turned around and accused me of killing the baby. My girlfriend had hated me for it, blaming me for her mother's inability to have children again. That very night, she and her shameless relatives took over my family's house, forcing my parents into such anger and despair that they ended up in the hospital. My company went bankrupt, and as if that weren't enough, I was beaten so severely that both my legs were broken. In the end, I fell into a deep depression and took my own life. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. This time, I uncovered the secret her mother had been hiding.

As I was cleaning up the house, I noticed something had fallen out of the cabinet my wife always kept locked tight. I remembered Megan's constant warnings. "That cabinet holds all our family's important records. If anything gets lost, there's no getting it back. Just leave it alone and don't touch it." Worried something valuable might have fallen out, I rushed to pick it up. But what I found was a thick stack of remittance slips. From forty years ago to now, every month, my wife had been sending money to the same account. And that's when it hit me. My wife had been lying to me. The money I'd been pouring into this family had been flowing right out, into the hands of someone else.

My husband threw me into the crocodile pit to help his childhood sweetheart, who was a KOL, gain popularity. To make the live stream more realistic, he personally tossed bait at me. “Have you not eaten? My grandma can run faster than you!” He watched as I bled from my abdomen, believing I was just pretending to be pitiful. When I asked for a divorce, he kicked me to the ground. “Since you love pretending to be pitiful to ask for a divorce, why didn’t you just let the crocodile kill you?” I handed him a medical report. “My child died because of you. Does this count as pretending to be pitiful?”

At my best friend's wedding, a girl lunged forward and caught the bouquet—only for it to slip from her hands and land squarely in my arms. My best friend, Lauren Walker, beamed at me. "Madison, looks like you're the next bride." The guests exchanged knowing glances and turned toward my boyfriend of eight years—Mason Ryder, the CEO of the Ryder Group. But he calmly plucked the bouquet from my hands and casually passed it to the girl standing beside me—his secretary, Natalie Carter. "She caught it first." He ruffled my hair, his voice gentle. "Be good. Give it back to Natalie for now. We'll wait for the next time." The spotlight—and the guests' attention—shifted with the bouquet, settling on Natalie. I looked at her startled yet shy expression, then rested a hand on my stomach and forced a bitter smile. Mason didn't know there wouldn't be a next time. Our eight-year promise had already come to an end, and we still hadn't taken the step into marriage. And I had already promised my parents, who were royalty, that next week, I would leave and return to Montelvia to inherit the family legacy.

Isang babaeng walang ibang ginawa kun'di ang mahalin ang lalakeng wala ring ibang ginawa kun'di ang saktan s'ya sapagka't s'ya ang pinagbibintangan nito'ng dahilan ng pagkamatay ng babaeng minamahal ng lalakeng iyon. Makakaya kaya niya ang pagpapahirap nito sa kan'ya hindi lamang emosyonal, kun'di pati na sa pisikal? Matutunan kaya siyang mahalin ng lalakeng siyang pangarap niya o habang buhay na siyang mamumuhay sa piling ng isang heartless demon?

Alina was born a princess but lived as a shadow—powerless, overlooked, and too afraid to challenge the brutal world she was born into. In a kingdom where Weres reigned and Lycans were enslaved, she convinced herself that silence was survival. But when the Lycans rose in rebellion, her family was slaughtered, and she died with regret clawing at her heart. Then, she wakes up—twelve years old, on the day she was first assigned a Lycan slave. Armed with the memories of a future drenched in blood, Alina refuses to be the same passive princess. She will change fate, starting with Casimir—the fierce Lycan warrior destined to lead the rebellion… and the very man who killed her. But altering the course of history is not so simple. As she fights to reshape destiny, she finds herself drawn to Casimir in ways she never expected. Can she truly change the future, or will her choices lead to a fate even darker than before?

The nights in Vicente were a coexistence of order and gunfire. Tonight was the wedding, ten years overdue, between Anthony Oliver, the don of the Oliver mafia family, and Mabel Samson, the woman who had stood beside him through bloodshed, betrayals, and underworld wars. A top-tier luxury hotel had been cleared by the family's soldati. Below them glittered a sea of city lights; above them bloomed fireworks commissioned for the future Donna alone. The man known for his ruthlessness knelt on one knee with a rare diamond ring, his eyes filled with rare tenderness. "Mabel," he said, "you walked through hell at my side. Let me give you peace for the rest of your life." It seemed that all the sacrifices and patience had finally led somewhere. However, just as Mabel's fingers were about to touch the ring, a piercing scream came from above. "Don't! Anthony! Save me!" That single cry drew all of Anthony's attention away. The girl was not unfamiliar to Mabel. Two years earlier, Anthony's twin brother had been tortured to death by a rival mafia family while covering his retreat. His body was never recovered. And Cheryl Reyes was the fiancée he had protected with his life. Mabel watched as the man she loved abandoned everything without hesitation and ran toward another woman. She stepped forward and tried to stop him. "Don't go. The wedding isn't over." However, when their eyes met, the Don accused her coldly of being heartless and selfish. And in that moment, Mabel felt tired. Perhaps it was time, just once, to choose herself over the Family.

She trembled in fear as she made her way to his room. It is tonight, the time she will fulfil her duties to her master, which is serving and pleasuring her master in bed. After all, that is why he bought her. Who is she? Imogen, a beautiful young lady who just turned eighteen. When she was eight, she got sold by her mother to a famous auction house that deals with selling girls as sex slaves to the noble. After being tried at the auction house, she got sold to one of the powerful man in the country. The popular and feared noble man in the kingdom, Lord Simon Sebastian a man of many mysteries, cold-hearted and brutal, the rumours of his brutality spreads across the kingdom most especially to his slaves. However, imogen got sold to him as his slave, at that particular moment, she knew her worst nightmare has just begun. What happens when her master falls in love with her?And his cousin who she considered a friend also confessed her feelings to her. It would only make it more worse if people finds out that the two noble men is in love with a sex slave. Now, the real question is who does her heart belong to? "I will save your friend if you give me what I want" Her master said to Imogen who was on her knees pleading. "I belong to you, Master. You don't have to ask, my body already belongs to you" "Yes, it does. But there is something I don't have yet" He stated. "What is that, Master?" She questioned with her head down. Lord Simon squatted to her level. "Your heart, I don't have that yet. And I want it, I want it to be mine, mine only"

Pregnant with the employer's son and forced to abort the fetus in his content, Amelie Anderson, a girl working on a rich family decided to escape to the village where she was grandfather's grandimacy, on the father's advice. In her escape, amelie successfully conceives and gives birth to a very handsome, healthy baby boy, inheriting his father, Jonathan Hayes. The consequences of raising a baby alone are not easy. Would Amelie be able to raise a baby boy by herself?

NAPAPIKIT ako dahil sa ibat-ibang klase at kulay ng ilaw na tumatama sa mukha ko.Isabay rin ang pinagsamang ingay ng mga tao at lakas ng tugtog..This is not my first time being here, I have a friends who love bars and parties and I already used to this, infact this is my leisure. "Klare? Nandito na sila" bulong saakin ni Carlo.pinsan ko..Alam niya ang plano ko at kahit nag-aalangan ay wala na siyang nagawa para pigilan ako....I can't let my family down.Not this time "Ano ng gagawin natin?" aniya "J-just stick to the plan Carl" napailang siya. Alam kong hindi siya sangayon sa gagawin ko..pero gaya nga ng sinabi ko, wala ng mababago..I made my decision BINALIK ko ang atensyon sa lalaking nakasandal sa sandalan ng sofa habang tahimik na pinapanood ang mga taong nagsasayaw sa malawak na dance floor.. Siguro ay kagagaling lang nila sa opisina base na rin sa nakikita kong mga suot nila..Isang puting polo ang suot niya na nakatupi hanggang siko, Sa klase ng tindig at pagkakaupo niya ay masasabing hindi siya basta-bastang tao..He look powerful with that simple aura..Hindi nakapagtatakang kaya niyang maisalba ang kompanya o kabuhayan ng kahit sino Nawala lang ang atensyon ko sa lalaki ng makita si Carlos na nasa mesa na nila..Nakipagkamay sa kanya ang mga lalaki.Nakikita ko ring tila naguusap sila pero hindi ko naririnig,tanging pagbuka lang ng bibig nila ang nakikita ko..They both know each other,Hindi man ganoon kalapit pero magkakilala sila dahil nasa iisang linya lang sila.Bussines Palihim na tumango ako kay Carlos ng bumaling siya saakin...Tumayo siya, sinundan ko ng tingin..Mula sa bar counter hanggang sa makabalik ulit siya sa grupo ng mga lalaki 'tulad ng plano'