We Are The Champions Mandela Effect Novels & Stories

"How about meeting again so we can continue from were we left." Raphael asked in his husky voice, his hand still squeezing my breast. He was really good at it. "You were good but not good enough for another night baby boy." I winked, leaving him with a shocked expression on his face.

The doctor told me I would never have a baby, so we took a fifteen-year-old girl we found on the street out of pity--to adopt her. But as she got older, her wants grew, and by the time she was twenty she wanted my husband. With all the emotional turmoil, should I share my husband with my own adopted daughter?

ALPHA SERIES: BOOK II Sebastian El Venuel, the son of a well-known alpha, is next in line and the only son of his parents. As he is bestowed the title of the next in line alpha, the elders assigned him to a difficult job. And that is to chase away the rogue that trespassed on their wolvendom. They thought it was some ordinary rogue but the one before him is none other than the Tyrant Rogue that have been roaming in different boarders bringing nothing but chaos. “We ask for nothing but peace. Ask anything that you want and we will grant it, even so, after that... We shall never see your face again” “You said anything that I want?... Alright then .. I'm bringing you with me”

Luke Walter is the owner of the biggest writing company in the whole world while Anna Mines is a young innocent girl trying to make ends meet. Luke Walter turned into a chronic womanizer and kinda drunkard after the death of his first love whom he cherished and loved so much. After Anna Mines had worked tirelessly as a laundry attendant, she eventually goes into prostitution so that she could fend for her siblings. There, she had a normal one night stand with a random customer and discovered that she was pregnant for the man. The aftermath effect was hell for her because it was shameful and traumatic for her to undergo parenthood alone without a partner. Although, a whole lotta people encouraged her to abort the baby, she persistently disagreed and decided to keep her baby. Luke Walter was very unlucky and unfortunate after his usual night one-off sexual escapades because he was so drunk and got into a terrible accident that affected his spinal cord thereby rendering him impotent and unable to bear children again in life. He was left shattered and heart broken. The news of the accident was all over the press and the friend of the Anna came to tell her about it. Her friend brought out her phone and showed her the life videos and pictures of the rich billionaire. She burst into tears because she couldn't believe that her baby daddy was the richest young man in the whole of their country. She never actually wanted to own up that she was the mother to Luke Walter's son. Do you think Anna would eventually begin another phase of life with Luke?

"There Are THREE SIDES To Every Story. YOURS, HIS And The TRUTH."We both hold distaste for the other. We're both clouded by their own selfish nature. We're both playing the blame game. It won't end until someone admits defeat. Until someone decides to call it quits. But how would that ever happen? We're are just as stubborn as one another.Only one thing would change our resolution to one another. An Engagement. .......An excerpt -" To be honest I have no interest in you. ", he said coldly almost matching the demeanor I had for him, he still had a long way to go through before he could be on par with my hatred for him. He slid over to me a hot cup of coffee, it shook a little causing drops to land on the counter. I sighed, just the sight of it reminded me of the terrible banging in my head. Hangovers were the worst. We sat side by side in the kitchen, disinterest, and distaste for one another high. I could bet if it was a smell, it'd be pungent."I feel the same way. " I replied monotonously taking a sip of the hot liquid, feeling it burn my throat. I glanced his way, staring at his brown hair ruffled, at his dark captivating green eyes. I placed a hand on my lips remembering the intense scene that occurred last night. I swallowed hard. How? I thought. How could I be interested?I was in love with his brother.

When my colleagues find out that I'm pretty good at cooking, they start organizing dinners at my place. Lucy Holt, one of the junior accountants, suggests that we split the groceries evenly between us. As a result, I don't think I can reject their request without being rude. On my last day of work, the group gathers at my place for one last meal. "You're such a good cook, Jess! We'll all be transferring you 500 dollars later. It's just a token of our appreciation," Lucy declares with a bright smile. But the very next day, she sends me a message. "Hey, Jess. You know it's illegal to operate an unlicensed catering business from your home, right? Your house will get sealed off for further investigation. More importantly, the value of goods has passed the threshold of 10,000 dollars, which means the fine you'll have to pay is probably going to be about 20 times that amount. "Since we worked together, we decided not to report you to the authorities. We'll just settle this matter privately. All you have to do is give us the fine you would've had to pay instead." This is how I realized that, combined with yesterday's meal, the total amount they've given me for groceries thus far is exactly 10,001 dollars.

I had always been naturally celibate. Yet somehow, I still ended up chemically castrating myself. It was all because, in my previous life, my wife's precious idealized lover, a libidinous playboy, went viral as a pickup artist and dumped every side effect of his indulgent lifestyle onto me. He spent nights partying in hotel rooms with groups of women while I collapsed from kidney failure and was rushed to the ER. He lounged in clubs with women in both arms, downing bottle after bottle, while I went into an allergic shock and nearly died. I confronted my wife about it, but she shoved me away impatiently. "Shane already told me nothing happened with those women! You're just jealous and faking illness to slander him!" However, the playboy's actions only escalated. Chasing bigger thrills, he even started getting involved with men in drag. Thanks to him, I caught an STD, which pushed my wife to demand a divorce. I went to the hospital for treatment, but the doctors could not find the cause. Instead, they tossed me straight into an addiction rehab program. Later, for the sake of boosting his live stream numbers, the playboy went wild in Southwind Asira's nightlife scene. After he spent an entire night drowning in pleasure, I, drained past my limit, collapsed and died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day he began his online hunt.

I wasn’t even pregnant, yet I ended up popping abortion pills like they were candy. It was all because in my past life, the moment my widowed sister-in-law got pregnant, every single side effect of her pregnancy became mine. She strutted around happily with her big belly, consuming spicy tamales, while I was rushed to the hospital for violent nausea and stomach pain; she showed off her flawless skin in crop tops every day, while my stomach broke out in hideous stretch marks. When I told my husband what was happening, he just shoved me away impatiently. “Enough with the jealousy! My brother’s dead, and she’s carrying his only child. Of course, I should look out for her. Do you really have to put on such an act?” After that, my sister-in-law went even further. She kept testing her limits during pregnancy and even ate a mango she was allergic to. And me? I went into anaphylactic shock, landed in the hospital, and nearly died. Doctors couldn’t explain it. They just brushed it off, saying I was overly jealous and it was all psychological. Later, my sister-in-law tried to brand herself as a “hot single mom”. She went live, belly and all, to show off her weight-loss workouts. She jumped around for three straight hours. And me? My uterus literally gave out, and I hemorrhaged to death. When I opened my eyes again, it was the exact day she first announced her pregnancy.

Akiyama, Fumiya Harah is a Japanese who was abandoned in an orphanage by their Filipino mother. Harah grew up with her sister, Aryah in an Orphanage, where they were taken in by Rosemarie and Anthony Coleman. Jack Coleman's parents. Harah grew up in the Coleman family and Jack fell in love with Harah. Later their love for each other developed and became even closer to each other. Later on, they decided to get married. That's why on the very day of Harah and Jack's wedding, Harah was sabotaged by her sister, Aryah. She added an Aphrodisiac to Harah's water and drank it then due to the effect of the Aphrodisiac. Harah went into the wrong room. Aryah makes herself an unknown sender and she deliver the photos and videos she took at the Coleman Mansion and pretended to be innocent. Jack's entire clan hated Harah and banished her. Aryah stole Jack from Harah. When Harah was expelled from the Coleman's Abode, Harah became a beggar, there she met her real father and his father helped her. Only a few years later, Harah returned to the Philippines with her triplets to attend the wedding of her sister, Aryah, and her ex-boyfriend, Jack. Aryah insulted and humiliated Harah to the core as well as Jack's relatives. Shawn came there to save Harah with their triplets. Harah and other people didn't quite think that the man she was with that night was none other than Shawn Ezekiel Peñafranco, a hot billionaires. What if Shawn asked Harah for a marriage? Will she accept his marriage proposal despite the suffering she experienced just because of one night's mistake?

Love! Is this word beautiful or deceitful? I am tired of hearing him say that soulless I love you and get back to his mistress, side-chick, or whatever. it is not like we are in a relationship or we are a couple. The relationship we are in is more than something which shouldn't be named. I just want to be loved by him, physically and emotionally. I should be the one he is seeking whenever he feels horny, is it wrong to feel like this? But not for only tending to his wounds or being a shoulder to cry on. maybe it's wrong to feel something for the man who never describes you as more than a friend but always looks at you like he wants to do things with you that friends shouldn't. What is so good about her is that he always ends up in her bed, maybe I never will know, and by asking I don't want to ruin whatever we have. but it's time to move on from Ezra Irwin and do something good for my life too. come and follow Fay Moore and Ezra Irwin in their Life's Drama and know what will happen.