Vocaloid Kaito Number

After I get pregnant with my second child, all the pets in my household start viewing me as their biggest enemy. The tabby cat who once loved clinging to me now poops in my nutritious meals every day. The parrot who only knows how to repeat "hello" begins cursing at me to suffer from a miscarriage. "Die, Leanne Foster!" When I feed the goldfish, they protest against my efforts by quitting food entirely. The next day, they are all dead. Even the terrier I've kept with me for ten years lunges at me like a mad bitch the moment she sees the baby clothes in my hands. After I almost suffer from a miscarriage, I plan on giving the pets away. But my daughter, Harper Steele, hugs the terrier and the cat as she pleads to me sadly, "Mommy, please don't give them away!" My husband, Adam Steele, is worried about my unborn baby, but he also doesn't want to hurt Harper's feelings. In the end, he comes up with a compromising solution. "Honey, there's still one month left till your due date. Just endure the pets for a month, okay? I'll lock them up in their crates and make sure that you're safe." Eventually, I agree to that solution after giving it some thought. But unexpectedly, on the day my water breaks, as soon as I dial Adam's number, the pets rush out of their crates simultaneously and begin tearing at my stomach with their claws and fangs. In the end, I close my eyes weakly from the sheer pain. I can never understand why my pets hate the unborn baby in my womb that much. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I find out I'm pregnant with my second child.

"Kung gagawa ako ng anak na bago ay sisiguraduhin kong sisimulan ko ngayong gabi," I cut her words and stated. Natigilan siya roon. Nakikita ko ang pagkalito sa mga mata niya habang nakatitig sa akin. "Akala ko ba ang mastermind ng pagkamatay ng pamilya mo ang dahilan kaya ka narito sa kuwarto ko?" pang-asar niyang tanong. "Bakit pakiramdam ko gusto mo lang akong landiin ngayon?" "Now you're talking, Mayumi." I pulled her waist and kissed her passionately. She tried not to respond, but she did. "Fucking me won't answer your queries, Isidro..." sumisinghap niyang sabi habang nakatingin sa mga labi ko. "Yeah, right. But fucking you will make you again mine!" ****** Isidro “ICE” Ferreira - Mafia boss of the FSO. Associate of Foedus Organization. Cold as ice when he kills. But… he softened when he settled down. He did his best for a simple life, hid his identity, and lived like an ordinary employee until his wife and daughter were bombed to their death. Being shattered in his dream of a happy family, he wants revenge. Retaliation. Plan. Acceptance. Ice Ferreira promises himself that he won't stop until he has the justice he needs… but destiny is his number one enemy as he encounters the same woman who brought all his pain before; the woman he suspected for the death of his family. Mayumi Lumacad - a beautiful Filipina nanny slash assassin, who will make Ice believe again in fate and endless danger in love. ****** This is a story that is close to a real Mafia way of life. If you are a sucker for romance and simple plot, better not read this!!!

He was an arrogant and cold man but he cherished her the most. She was beautiful and innocent. She felt safe only in his strong arms as he used to protect her from the cruelty and ugliness of the world. "Why are you so good to me?", she used to ask him while blinking her beautiful and innocent eyes. "Because you live here", he pointed at his heart. But life is not a fairytale for everyone. "Sky! Where are you going??", Elliot asked her while grabbing her arm. "I can't live here anymore", Sky said as she stood in the heavy rain. "But where will you go??", he panicked. "I don't have any home now, everyone has abandoned me. I'll go wherever destiny takes me", Sky said as she looked away. "But, didn't you say? I'm your home." Elliot asked with immense love and affection in his eyes. Sky bit her lips for a while but then she asked, " what about your family?" "You are my family Sky!!! You're my everything." Elliot held her tightly as he said that. Finally she smiled while crying heavily as she hugged him back, thinking about him being the only person she could trust. As she was sure, he won't abandon her no matter what. But, no one knows what future holds for them! A shadow sneered while looking at them, "I'll see how long she's gonna stay here, I'll make her life a living hell!" She took out her phone and dialled someone's number, "Is it Sean Hill?" "Yes, who's this?", the man asked arrogantly. "I know who you've been searching for your whole life! And I guess, I've found her", she said with an evil smile as she looked at the two figures embracing each other in the heavy rain.

“ANO!? SIRA ULO!? Hindi mo ba kilala kung sino ang magiging ka-One Night Stand mo?” “Hindi eh, kasi ang nag schedule ng aking One Night Stand ay kaibigan ko at ang sabi nya lang sa akin ay may babae na papasok sa aking room number at yun ang magiging ka-One Night Stand ko… At ikaw ang pumasok sa aking room number.” Si Rogelyn ay isang babae na pinanganak ng mahirap at ang kanyang Mama na nag-ngangalang Rose ay nagkaroon ng comatose saka matagal ng patay ang kanyang Papa. Nung 20th birthday ni Rogelyn ay kanyang nahuli ang kanyang BF na may kasiping na ibang babae kaya sya ay naglasing at pumunta sa isang hotel. Sa hotel room na napasukan ni Rogelyn ay may hindi ina-asahang nangyari sapagkat isang binata na nag-ngangalang Sean ang sumiping sa kanya. Walang nagawa si Rogelyn kundi kalimutan ang nangyari sa kanila ni Sean. Isang araw, isang babae na nag-ngangalang Sarah ang nagbigay ng offer kay Rogelyn upang maging personal assistant para sa kanyang anak at ang kapalit nito ay si Sarah mismo ang magbabayad sa lahat ng bayarin sa Private Hospital. Tinangggap ni Rogelyn ang offer ngunit ang anak pala ni Sarah ay si Sean. Si Sean ay may fiance na nag-ngangalang Cyrell at sya rin ang babae na simuping sa bf ni Rogelyn. Sa pag-tra-trabaho ni Rogelyn bilang personal assistant para kay Sean ay nagkaroon sila sa isat-isa ng pa-unti-unting pagmamahal. Ngunit kaya ba nila Rogelyn at Sean ipaglaban hanggang sa wakas ang pag-ibig na nabubuo sa kanila.

After her father was killed and her mother disappeared, Calithea Del Mundo was forced to take the title as an alpha of their pack when she was thirteen year old. Nagkaroon ng matinding alitan sa pagitan ng mga lobo at hunters dahilan para magdulot ng marahas na labanan sa pagitan ng dalawang grupo. Namatay sa kalagitnaan ng labanan ang ama ni Calithea at tinangay naman ang kanyang ina. Bago pa man lisanin ng mga hunters ang teritoryo nila Calithea, ikinulong nila ang mga lobo ng ilan sa mga piniling sumuko sa laban at mabuhay gamit ang isang pilak na kadena. Kahit anong pilit nila, kahit anong mahika pa ang gamitin nila, hindi nila magagawang makalaya mula roon. Ang kanilang mga lobo ay mananatiling nakagapos. Ang tanging paraan lang para makalaya sila mula sa bagay na ‘yon ay ang isang susi. Susi para sa kanilang kalayaan. Ngunit ang susing iyon ay hawak ng mga taong muntik ng umubos sa kanilang lahi. And she was obliged to take that key. Drico Wagner, the head supreme of the hunters. He is a fearless and brave man. Sa edad na tatlumpu't lima, libo-libong lobo na ang napatay niya. It’s so ironic that their kind hunts werewolves down wherein fact, his stepmother is a pure blooded werewolf and his half-sister is a half-blooded wolf. Ibinigay sa kanya ng kanyang ama ang susi. Susing magpapalaya sa grupo nina Calithea. Calithea is after him. But, as she was on her way of taking the key to their freedom, she didn’t expect that love would be her number one enemy. Will she choose to beg for his love? Or just focus on saving her people?

On the day we chose our college majors, the influencer who was the school's heartthrob held a livestream and announced that he had decided to lead the anti-rat-race movement and would choose to attend a vocational college. The whole class followed him. Seeing the rapidly increasing number of followers, he smiled smugly. "They can do these low-class jobs if they like. I'll change my choice back to Harvard University at the last minute." I tried to dissuade him, but this would cause network congestion. My girlfriend slapped me. "You nerd! Who are you to tell our idol, Zach Simpson, what to do?" In my previous life, I spent half an hour dissuading them, and only then did the students change their college choices. However, Zach failed to change his application due to network lag and was admitted to a vocational college instead. He could not bear the blow and jumped into the river to commit suicide. The students who had entered prestigious universities collectively vented their anger on me. At the class reunion, they poured 99 bottles of beer down my throat and locked me in the karaoke's freezer. "Who cares about the prestige of a prestigious university? You'll just be working for someone else after graduation anyway!" "Why did we follow Zach in the first place? Wasn't it to break this damn rule?" "Zach was leading us to realize our dreams! If you hadn't interfered, I would already have gone to a vocational college with him!" They spoke disdainfully of prestigious universities, yet not one of them chose to drop out. I froze to death in a dark, cold freezer, my eyes wide open. Years later, they became elites in their respective fields, while my parents could only weep looking at my portrait. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Zach was livestreaming in the classroom. This time, I promised I would not interfere. Instead, I wished them a happy vocational college experience.

A year ago, my life was simple. I was just Ariel Anthony…a regular college student, cheerleader with decent grades, daughter of a struggling baker, and recently appointed step-sister to a guy I barely knew. Nothing special. Then came the storm. Not just the thunderstorm that trapped me in Professor Grayson's apartment that night, but the storm that followed. The one that's still raging around me, that I created. They don't warn you about men like Luther Grayson in freshman orientation. They don't tell you how a single glance from the right person can make you question everything you thought you knew about yourself. About what you want. About what you'd risk to get it. They also don't warn you about guys like Ethan Cross, with his perfect smile hiding something dark. The kind of guy who's used to getting what he wants and doesn't understand the meaning of the word "no." And no one, absolutely no one…prepares you for what it feels like when the person who's supposed to be your brother looks at you with something else in his eyes. Mom once said I had a gift for making complicated situations worse. If she only knew. My phone buzzed beside me, and I glanced down to see Luther's name on the screen. My heart still jumps every time, even when I'm aware of what could happen if people learned about the two of us. I should ignore it. I should block his number, focus on my classes, help Mom with the bakery, and pretend none of this ever happened. But I'm already reaching for the phone. That's the thing about crossing lines… once you step over them, it's almost impossible to step back. And I've crossed so many lines now, I can't even see where I started.

When I was young, I saved a fae—charming and extremely handsome. In return, he offered me one wish, and I, lost in romantic fantasies, asked for the strongest wolves to be obsessed with me. It sounded dreamy—until it wasn’t. Obsession, I learned, is a storm disguised as a dream. First up, my stepbrother—his obsession turned him into a tormentor. Life became unbearable, and I had to escape before a mating ceremony that felt more like a nightmare than a love story. But freedom was short-lived. The next wolf found me, nearly made me his dinner, and kidnapped me away to his kingdom, proclaiming I would be his Luna. He wasn’t as terrifying, but when he announced our wedding plans (against my will, obviously), his best friend appeared as competitor number three. “Great! Just what I needed,” I thought. This third wolf was sweet, gentle, and truly cared—but, alas, he wasn’t my type. Desperate, I tracked down the fae. “Please, undo my wish! I want out of this romantic disaster!” My heart raced; I really needed him to understand me. He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry, you’re on your own. But I can help you pick the best one out of them!” How do I fix this mess? Facing three intense wolves: “Marry me, I’ll kill anyone who bothers you!” the first declared fiercely. “No, marry me! I’ll make you the happiest ever,” the second pleaded. “I’ll destroy every kingdom you walk into. You’re mine!” the third growled, eyes blazed. “Seriously, what have I gotten myself into?” A long sigh escaped my lips. Caught between a curse and a hard place, I really just wanted peace and quiet…but which one do I choose?

I had argued with Tiffany Jensen at the construction site over a 15-dollar BBQ plate, and the fight had spiraled out of control. Clutching my throbbing head, I watched as she stuffed the freshly cashed paycheck into her pocket. "Are you ever going to let this go? You just want me to pay for your meal, don't you? You're always complaining about headaches and dizziness. I think you're just lazy!" I wanted to tell her about the flashes of luxury that kept appearing in my mind, images I could not explain. However, the words stuck in my throat as another wave of vertigo hit me. By the time I steadied myself and caught up to her, she was already climbing into a black Rolls-Royce Cullinan. Their mocking voices drifted out through the car window. Someone said, "I thought your little 'real-life experience' would be fun, but this is it? You even argued over a meal." Another person laughed along. "Tiffany, Mr. Jensen's about to have a heart attack over this. Now that he's finally agreed to let you date Ethan Parker, just dump this loser already. Are you planning to support him for the rest of his life?" Tiffany replied without hesitation, "He's a nobody who doesn't even know who he is, and he thinks he deserves someone like me?" It turned out that after I lost my memory, I had become nothing more than a pawn in a wealthy heiress' rebellion game. I turned to leave, my heart sinking. Just then, an unknown number flashed across my phone screen. I answered without thinking. "Mr. Shaw, this is Alfred Wright, your family's butler. You've been missing for five years! Your grandfather is dying, and he wants to see you one last time." I glanced back at the car disappearing into the distance and said, "Alfred, come pick me up."

My three-year-old son, Ethan, strayed into rogue territory and was brutally murdered. When the news reached me, I blacked out. I woke up to my Alpha mate, Alexander, gripping my hand tightly. His voice was hoarse with grief. "Ivy, I swear I will avenge Ethan. I will tear those damned rogues apart with my own claws." But three days later, at the funeral, I overheard a conversation between Alexander and his Beta, Marcus. "Alpha, I don't understand," Marcus sounded confused. "Why didn't you let the pack doctor save Ethan? He was only critically injured. If we had acted in time..." "It was Lucas. He accidentally pushed Ethan toward the rogue territory," Alexander’s voice was laced with pain. "Lucas was just a child who didn't know the rogue borders. He didn’t mean it." "If I let the doctor save Ethan, the boy would have told everyone the truth. Sophia would go to jail, and the Council would sentence Lucas to death. I couldn't let that happen." Alexander continued. "But what about the pack's heir?" Marcus asked, worried. "It doesn't matter," Alexander’s tone returned to a chilling calm. "Once Ivy calms down, I'll bring Lucas back. We’ll say he’s an adopted orphan and have the next Alpha raised by Ivy herself." So, the person who killed my son was his illegitimate child with his mistress. My son could have been saved, but Alexander sacrificed my Ethan for his bastard. I dialed a number I hadn't called in five years. "Dad, it's me. Ivy." "I’ve changed my mind," my voice was cold and steady. "I’m coming back to inherit the Royal Pack." "And what about the Moonstone Pack?" "I want the Moonstone Pack erased from existence."