Ups And Downs Synonyms

[THE FRENCH HEIRS SERIES #1] Leave the past behind. Eyes on the present. Heads up to the future. Calli Montecillo is back on track and she's ready for anything the world wants her to face. But what she wasn't ready for was the beholder of the hazel-brown eyes that wouldn't let the butterflies in her stomach rest. Would the butterflies be tamed if love would set aflame?

"Aku menginginkan Vicky tapi Vickal yang kudapat. What?! Apa salahku? Mungkinkah e'ek cicak yang menjatuhi kepalaku tadi malam telah mengubah takdir jodohku? Entahlah!" ==== Anggun Clarissa tidak menyangka jika pria yang ia taksir dan berencana untuk ia nikahi justru salah tepat pada hari H pernikahan. Entah karena minus matanya yang bertambah atau karena faktor usia yang semakin lanjut, tepat pada hari pernikahan itu Anggun harus gigit jari dan nangis guling-guling. Tidak hanya salah taksir, Anggun pun divonis salah suami. Hah?! ****

Synopsis Yumi a toujours été une chasseuse. Issue d’une lignée légendaire de pourfendeurs de loups-garous, elle n’a jamais remis en question les ordres ni la haine transmise de génération en génération. Jusqu’à cette nuit. Perdue dans les bois, guidée par l’instinct et la peur, Yumi croise la route d’Élizabeth, une créature aussi redoutable que fascinante. Ce qui aurait dû être une traque se transforme en une révélation. Et face à ses supérieurs, alors qu’on s’apprête à faire un choix raisonnable, elle murmure l’impensable : « Mords-moi. » Ce geste pourrait tout changer. Peut-être même mettre fin à une guerre séculaire. Mais à quel prix ? Dans un monde où les monstres ont un nom et où l’amour est un crime, Yumi devra choisir : rester l’héritière d’une haine ancienne… ou devenir l’alliée de ce qu’elle a toujours combattu. Entre passion interdite, trahisons et métamorphoses, le cœur de Yumi devient le champ de bataille ultime.

Gina and I were just ordinary werewolves in the Silver Claw Pack. Our incomes were modest, but we married well. Her mate was the captain of the Silver Claw Pack patrol unit. Mine, the fire squad leader. They grew up together—childhood friends—and were the youngest golden duo in the Werewolf Alliance. On the day we married, our mates each bought us a luxury high-rise apartment on the top floor of the central castle, side by side, with the promise of sharing life and death together. That is, until that fateful night. Rogues broke into the central zone. Chaos reached even the upper levels of our building. The tower caught fire. Amidst the thick smoke, I sent a desperate mind-link to my mate. He blocked it. Turns out, both our mates were busy shielding their shared first love, Lifu. They ignored our calls for help. Gina dragged me as we ran. She was six months pregnant; her pup was already kicking from the panic. Her mate never showed up either. We made it to the stairwell, where we were trapped for five hours. Toxic fumes filled our lungs. I went into labor too early. My pup didn't make it. Gina bled for three days in the hospital. Her pup was gone too. Meanwhile, our mates were digging through the wreckage—twenty-four hours straight—searching for Lifu's lost dog. That was it. Right then and there, Gina and I looked at each other and knew. We were done.

On the day of the mating ceremony, I'm supposed to be marked by William Ernst and become the Luna of the Shadow pack. However, Annie Denver, my younger twin sister, suddenly comes back from abroad. Dad, Mom, and William end up abandoning me, choosing to pick her up from the airport. While Annie posts a family photo on Facebook, flaunting how everyone in the family loves her, my family cuts me off whenever I try to contact them through mind-link. They end up closing the mind-link. After calling countless times, William finally accepts my call and asks me to stop rushing him. He tells me that today's mating ceremony is canceled and will be rescheduled on another date. My dearest parents, brother, and the man I love the most all turn me into the laughingstock of the entire pack—and the most ridiculous bride of all. Despite being laughed at, I didn't cry or make a scene. After taking care of everything, I write a number in my journal—the 99th time. This is the 99th time they have disappointed me. From this moment on, I won't beg for their love anymore. I fill out an application for Arcetic expedition, ready to leave them. They all think that my silence and constant compromises with Annie mean I've matured. They fail to realize that I'm disappointed to the core. I am leaving for good.

Have you ever caught your partner cheating on your birthday? If yes, what was your reaction? It was the same case for Aria. On the morning of her birthday she stumbles on her boyfriend Ethan cheating, and in a fit of rage drives off but accidentally crashes into the car of a young Alpha. Now she must choose between paying for the damages or being his mate till he finds her. She agrees to it, but one night of drunken passion leads to an unexpected consequence. She wakes up to find she was mated to him for life by a Lunar Tether. But does Aria want to be mated? Especially as she discovers his twin was her real mate. The both will have to protect her with their lives, trying to win her love. But what happens when Aria discovers she wasn't an ordinary wolf and her powers kept drawing enemies, do you think they would be able to protect their bond from the dangers lurking around or do you think that bond will tear them apart.

"Je te fais le serment de t'aimer pour toujours, même si l'on doit être séparés, mon coeur t'appartiendra toujours." "Et je ferai toujours tout pour te rattraper, même si tu me fuis." Sébastien Deslords et Ella Hazard étaient proches depuis leur enfance. Persuadés d'être des compagnons destinés, les deux amoureux se promettent de s'aimer. Mais le destin leur réserve des chemins séparés. Finiront-ils par se retrouver un jour ? Et si oui, dans quel état ?

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.

I was trapped in a sea filled with icebergs, clinging to life alongside Elsa —the sweetheart of my mate, Alpha Luke, and her son. After a long hesitation, Luke chose to save me, the one carrying his unborn twins. After he brought me to shore, there wasn’t enough time for him to go back for Elsa. All he could do was watch her drift away, swallowed by the freezing waves, until she disappeared from sight. He never forgave me for it. He said I delayed him—that if not for me, he could have saved her. For five long years, he hated me. He wouldn't even let my twin pups call him “father.” Then came the day the witch brewed a time machine that could turn back time. Luke gave up everything—his title, his pride, even his sons—just for the chance to go back. “Aria,” he said before leaving, “did you really think I saved you because I cared? If I hadn’t saved you first, the whole pack would’ve blamed Elsa. That’s the only reason.” After he was gone, his mother looked at me with eyes full of disdain. “This is all your fault,” she said. “If Luke had saved Elsa first, he might’ve been happy now.” Even my own children resented me. “You're the reason Father hates us,” they said. “You're the one who killed Elsa. Why couldn’t it have been you who died that day?” Despised by everyone, I drank the potion without a second thought. This time, I would go back. This time, I would save myself. And I would owe Luke nothing.

I loved him for years. Alpha Xavier. But we weren't fated mates. So I did what any woman in love would do: after one night together, I convinced him to marry me, hoping to win his heart like my parents did. And it worked... until his fated mate showed up. Suddenly, I was the villain.I was framed for attacking his mate, rejected, and despised. The divorce papers were already on the table when I discovered I was pregnant. Pregnant with his children—a secret I knew I had to keep, because a man who hates you would never want your babies. So I lied, I ran, and I vanished into the world. Three years later, at an airport with my twins when I run into the last person I ever wanted to see again. Xavier He looks at my kids, his eyes filled with a warmth that I know is a lie. "How old are they?" he asks. My lie ready on my tongue. "They're not yours. I had a test before our divorce, remember?" And he believed me. Because the dates don't add up, and he can't possibly know the truth. But as he stands there, unable to shake the connection he feels to the kids and me, all our secrets and past wounds resurface. The man who cast me aside now looks at me with an agonizing mix of longing and confusion, and I have to wonder: is fate really done with us?