Wattpad Junior Papa

Le jour de mon mariage, mon fiancé, Gervais Rodier, a brutalement mis fin à la cérémonie. Tout ça, à cause d'un simple post de Léonie annonçant son retour en France. Gervais a jeté l'alliance qu'il avait lui-même dessinée, puis est parti sans un regard en arrière. Je suis restée là, immobile, dans ma robe de mariée. Jasmin, mon frère, qui me soutenait, a fini par lâcher mon bras : « Clara, tu as toujours été forte. Je sais que tu peux gérer ça seule. Là, c'est Léonie qui a le plus besoin de moi. » Sur ces mots, il est parti, lui aussi. Ils m'ont abandonnée, pour la même femme. Le soir, après avoir réglé les derniers détails de ce mariage raté, j'ai reçu une photo de Léonie. Sur l'image, Gervais et Jasmin veillaient tous deux à son chevet. Le collier fabriqué par Gervais était autour de son cou, et la robe de mariée dessinée par Jasmin enveloppait son corps. Tout cela… aurait dû m'appartenir… C'était à ce moment-là que j'ai abandonné tout espoir. Les larmes aux yeux, j'ai composé un numéro : « Papa, maman… J'ai changé d'avis. Je veux rentrer chez nous. »

Don Leonardo De Capre; His eyes my look a little more crinkled around the edges but his face, a tad more weather-beaten,pero Leonardo De Capre ay hindi pa naman malapit sa kanyang edad ang taglay na kakisigan at kagapwuhan. Leonardo,fourty years of age. Owner of a Paradise Resort. Happily married for ten years to Minerva Matamis May nag-iisang anak, ang prinsesa nang kanilang tahanan Reyna Lynvy Marie. Siya ang taga pagmana ng isla mula sa kanyang ninuno at namana ng kanyang Daddy Leonardo. Ngunit natuklasan niyang mayroon nang ibang taong nag mamay-ari niyon--si Hanz,isang lalaking may tatlong M's--mayaman,masama ang ugali at mayabang.Pilit siyang pinapa-alis sa isang isla na mana raw niya mula sa kanilang Papa Leonardo.Pero sa isang tulad niya ay hindi aalis sapagkat sa kanya ang isla na iyon.Magkamatayan man sila! Donya Minerva Matamis; Legal na asawa ni Don Leonardo De Capre,kabiyak sa sampung taong pagsasama. Sa personal niyang buhay,siya ay nagpapagaling mula sa naghihinalong kasal kay Don Leonardo. Ang tubong Isabelenia ay isang sikat na Modelo ng magazine.She was travelling around the world because of her career. Until she heard humor that his loving husband are having affair with other womens. Kaya nagpasya siyang umuwi sa Pilipinas kasama ang kanyang Reyna Lynvy Marie. Para sa pagtutuos niya sa kanyang asawa at sa kabit nito. Na kung sino man siya. Lintik lang ang walang ganti!

J'étais la guérisseuse en chef de la meute, et mon compagnon Marcus n'était qu'un simple guerrier. Tout le monde trouvait que nous faisons un couple mal assorti, mais je m'en moquais. Quand Marcus m'a demandé en mariage, j'ai accepté sans hésiter. Mais le jour de la cérémonie, Serena, son ex, a fait irruption avec un petit garçon. L'enfant a agrippé la jambe de Marcus en criant : « Papa ! » Je pensais à un piège, jusqu'à ce que je voie l'expression de Marcus. Mon cœur s'est glacé : son regard est passé d'une pâleur à une ferveur que je ne lui avais jamais vue. Puis il a soulevé l'enfant avec une délicatesse. « Annule cette cérémonie. Je dois marquer Serena et élever cet enfant avec elle. T'inquiète pas, même si je la marque, mon cœur t'appartiendra toujours. » Il croyait que je l'aimais assez pour accepter d'être sa seconde ? Pas question ! J'ai calmement contacté mon ami d'enfance, l'Alpha Dominic. « J'ai tout préparé pour la cérémonie, il ne manque plus que le héros. Veux-tu venir me marquer ? »

”Alya. Please, bantu aku. Dari sejak Mama dan Papa kamu meninggal, kamu bisa melanjutkan hidup sampai sekarang dari hasil penjualan toko itu. Dan sekarang toko itu terancam bangkrut, sementara yang bisa membantu cuma kamu." Mata Alya menyipit, ”Maksud, Tante?” ”Menikah lah dengan Levian, karena dia cuma mau bantu, jika dia berhasil menikahi kamu.” ”Ini gila, Tante! Bagaimana mungkin aku menikah dengan mantan suami Tante ku sendiri, apalagi kalian belum lama bercerai!” ___________________________________________________________ Kalimat itu mengubah hidup Alyandra Prameswari selamanya. Ia tak menyangka, tantenya sendiri tega menukarkan kehormatannya demi uang. Dan yang lebih mengerikan, pria yang diminta untuk dinikahinya bukan sembarang orang — tapi Levian, adik ipar dari mendiang ibunya, yang kini dikenal seantero kota dengan julukan pria dingin. Rumor yang mengembang di keluarganya, pria itu Impoten. Namun, di malam pernikahan paksa mereka, semua yang diyakini Alya tentang pria itu mulai runtuh. Sebab suatu ketika, di balik tatapan matanya yang tenang, Levian berbisik pelan — dengan suara yang membuat darah Alya berdesir. “Kamu percaya semua gosip itu, Alya? Malam ini, aku akan buktikan … siapa yang sebenarnya tidak berdaya.” Dan dari situlah segalanya dimulai — pernikahan yang seharusnya palsu, berubah menjadi labirin penuh rahasia, dendam, dan gairah yang tak bisa diingkari. Sementara di balik semua itu, ada masa lalu kelam keluarga mereka yang selama ini disembunyikan rapat-rapat.

(Ship of Temptation 2) Nang dahil sa wine, nalagay sa panganib ang buhay ni Meldy. Muntik na siyang ipakulong ni Eliot Santisas, ang mayamang negosyante sa bayan nila sa pag-aakalang ninakaw niya ang isang box ng wine na nagkakahalaga ng isang milyon. Ngunit sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, biglang dumating si Elise—ang anak ni Eliot at inakalang si Meldy ang ina niya. “Bad ka papa! Inaway mo si mama!” Umiiyak na sabi ni Elise habang yakap-yakap si Meldy. Nakita yun ni Meldy na oportunidad para hindi tuluyang makulong. “Sir, b-babayaran ko po ang wine. Pagta-trabahuan ko po yun sa inyo kung maaari.” Tumingin si Meldy kay Elise. “Pwede po akong maging yaya ng anak niyo. Magta-trabaho po ako ng libre hanggang sa mabayaran ko po ang halaga no'ng nawalang wine niyo.” Isang mahabang katahimikan ang namayani bago sumagot si Eliot. “Pag-iisipan ko,” sabi nito at kinuha si Elise at umalis. Nakahinga si Meldy at inakalang nakalusot siya sa kamalasan sa buhay, hindi niya alam na pinasok niya pala ang pa-in na nilaan para sa kaniya ni Eliot Santisas. Ngumisi siya habang binabaybay ang daan papunta sa kwarto ni Elise. “I think it’s time for you to pay your sin.” Ang mga salitang naglalaro sa isipan ni Eliot.

La veille de Noël, mes parents m'avaient encore laissée seule à la maison, sous prétexte qu'ils pouvaient tripler leur salaire ce jour-là. Mais après vingt ans à passer chaque réveillon seule, j'en avais assez de cette solitude glaciale. J'ai donc pris des plats que j'avais préparés et je suis allée les chercher. Je ne m'attendais pas à ça : ceux qui prétendaient vouloir gagner un peu plus d'argent sont sortis d'une voiture de luxe, en riant et en tenant par l'épaule un garçon à peu près de mon âge, avant d'entrer ensemble dans un hôtel cinq étoiles. « Papa, maman, vous trouvez ça normal de laisser Camille toute seule à la maison ? » a demandé le garçon. Ma mère a répondu d'un ton détaché : « Ce n'est pas grave, elle a l'habitude. » Mon père a renchéri sans la moindre gêne : « Elle ne peut pas t'arriver à la cheville. Toi, tu es notre vrai trésor ! » Je me suis retournée et je suis partie. Ils avaient feint d'être pauvres pour me tromper, mais cette fois, je n'avais plus besoin de leur présence non plus.

My name is Christian Thompson, and once upon a time, I was the best striker in European football. That was until he came along—Ashford Ryder, young and carefree, 10 years my junior and the new shining star. I hate him. At least that's what I tell myself. Not just because he's taken my spot, but because he's everything I've struggled all my life to be, and not to be. He's vibrant, he's happy, and the worst of all, he's openly gay. I'm not homophobic, quite the opposite—I've lived in the closet all my life. All my life, I've had to hide who I am to please the people around me. European football hasn't always been this accepting of gay men, and I'd squeezed myself into a box to fit in with what they wanted of me. It isn’t that hard when you think about my family who'd rather disown me than have an openly gay son. So imagine how I feel when the world decides to be more accommodating to people like Ashford Ryder when they shoved me in a box. It's not so easy to hate the happy-go-lucky striker, when he does everything to get close to me, despite my insistent hatred for him. He's like a thorn in my side—a hot, sexy, blonde, 5ft9 thorn I can't stop thinking about. But when one day I lose my cool around the popular striker and land myself in bad press, I end up needing his help. It's supposed to be easy. Spend some time with Ashford Ryder, and show our fans that we can work together—it's what I need to do to save my career. But no one tells you how hard it is to hate someone you spend every waking hour dreaming about.

It had been five years since I started dating Ross Jenner. His family invited my mother and me to their family home in Fellaton to discuss our wedding plans and to spend Valentine's Day together. It was past 10:00 PM when my mother and I landed, but Ross wasn't there to pick us up because his college junior, Laurel Elledge, had just arrived in Fellaton. He told me to figure out a way to get a cab to the house myself. In a strange place, unfamiliar with the area, it wasn't long before we found ourselves in danger. Just over ten minutes outside the airport, we were robbed. My mother was injured while trying to protect me, and she collapsed, bleeding heavily. Desperate, I held onto her, frantically trying to call Ross. Each call was abruptly cut off, and when I finally reached him, he sounded irritated. "Jennifer, you're an adult, so stop acting like a child. You couldn't even hail a cab on the street? Laurel just got to Fellaton and isn't feeling well. I need to take care of her." Without waiting for a response, he hung up. I tried calling again, only to find that I had been blocked. In the end, my mother's injuries were too severe, and she bled out before the doctors could save her. As I stared at her lifeless body, tears flowed uncontrollably. When I finally checked my phone again, the first thing I saw was a picture Ross had posted on Twitter. In the photo, he was kissing Laurel and holding a bouquet of roses. [Spending Valentine's Day with the one I love most.] I quietly threw the gifts I had brought from home into the trash. Then, I left a comment, which said, [Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness.]

I'm eight months pregnant when I suddenly faint on the train. My husband panics and cries for help as he kneels beside me. An interning doctor hurries to me. She doesn't bother checking my condition before saying, "The patient needs to undergo a C-section! We have to get the baby out now, or it might die of suffocation!" Then, she slices me open with a fruit knife—she doesn't take any precautionary measures before doing so. She takes my child out. I'm in so much pain that I don't even have the strength to scream. My blood flows everywhere. Yet, a photo of her holding my baby while standing in a pool of blood goes viral. People call her the prettiest doctor alive. My husband and his family are eternally grateful to her. They don't go after her for causing my death; they even make her my child's godmother! Meanwhile, I'm given a simple cremation. No one cares about me. After my death, all my assets go to my husband and his family. Only then do I hear my husband and the doctor talking to each other, sounding smug. "This plan killed two birds with one stone. We got rid of that woman and made ourselves out to be heroes!" That's when I learn the interning doctor is my husband's junior from high school. They got together when he accompanied me to my prenatal checkups! She failed her internship, so my husband came up with this idea—he wanted to use my death to boost her reputation and help her! Even my child eventually died under their "care". When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day we get on the train.

Pour sauver ma famille, je mourais d'un empoisonnement à l'argent. Marcus, mon fiancé, qui m'avait promis de ne jamais m'abandonner, voulait désormais prélever mon rein en bonne santé pour Céleste, la fille adoptive de mes parents. Personne ne se souciait de savoir si je vivais ou mourais. Alors, j'ai refusé le traitement conservateur. Je me suis injecté la potion de vie de la sorcière. Le prix ? Dans soixante-douze heures, je devrais mourir d'une défaillance totale des organes. Durant ces trois jours, j'ai offert mon centre de guérison privé — celui que j'avais construit de mes propres mains — à Céleste. Maman et Papa ont rayonné de joie. « Ma bonne fille, tu as enfin mûri. Tu prends soin de ta sœur, maintenant. » Marcus a voulu reporter notre mariage pour s'occuper de Céleste. J'ai accepté calmement. Il m'a félicité d'avoir enfin fait preuve de compréhension. J'ai même cédé mon poste de guérisseuse en chef de la meute à Céleste. Mes parents et Marcus étaient si enthousiastes qu'ils ont organisé une grande fête en son honneur. Ils ont invité toutes les personnalités influentes de la meute pour célébrer sa nouvelle fonction. Je me demandais simplement une chose : après ma mort, verseraient-ils une seule larme pour moi ?