What Is Percy Jackson's Fatal Flaw

Lumi-as someone who's being told what to believe and hope in everything as she grows up-reckons that living is a way to comply with and entrust one's entire life to serving superiors on top of the hierarchy. Who will not think of that way anyway? Being harbored in the lands of Castellanos, it is engraved in her mind that she lives to pay her debt of gratitude to the family who sheltered her, who protected her from all the cruelties the outside world has to offer behind those fences. What they're doing is to protect her life and welfare-that's what they told her. So there's no other way to live but be the gullible and obedient yokel of the Castellano clan, because they're doing everything just for her safety. But that's before her life turns upside-down as she discovers a strange note from the attic. "To whoever finds this message, they erased us. This is all that remains. Remember us, please." What does the note want to convey? Is it just one of those mundane trivial stuff found in an attic like the usual when someone decides to clean it? Or is it something connected to her... "safety?" For sure it is for her safety. That's what they always tell her. But what one hears is not always the version of reality. Most of the time, it is the most convenient scheme to twist and bend the truth. That... That's what they will never tell her.

Race International Corporation is now facing an issue as to why the company’s ratings and sales have dropped. To organize this Rena Claudia Race, the female heiress, had to marry the sole heir of the Fe Veragon Franchise. At first, she thought everything was going to be easy. That by agreeing to marry that man everything would be all right. But what she didn’t know, as Weidal entered her life many more problems lay ahead. And the worst part? She'll fell in love with him. At the time of their wedding, would she say I do or runaway? "I thought you loved me so I became complacent. But was I wrong the moment I believed you felt the same?"

Laya’s world is falling apart—haunted by a past she can’t outrun and a future she never chose. When shadows resurface and loyalties are tested, survival might cost her everything.

After I got pregnant, I witnessed my boyfriend's grandmother's death. She left behind a secret, and now, everyone who knows that secret is dead. First, it was my boyfriend's father who died. My boyfriend's mother followed soon after. Lastly, my boyfriend died too. He ended his life by overdosing right before my eyes. The media went wild. They dug obsessively for the truth. Again and again, the police summoned me for questioning. Online hate toward me was overwhelming. Everyone wants to know what the secret is. People claim I cursed my boyfriend's entire family to death, just to keep the secret to myself. I stay silent, never saying a word in defense of myself. On the seventh day after my boyfriend had passed, I spot someone at his funeral. At that moment, I place my hand on my swollen belly. I am utterly calm and at peace. It is time for me and my child to die too.

"You promised me your virginity and your body. I was foolish to pass on the first, but like a debt collector, I am here to take the latter which belongs to me. Your body is mine, Rosianna." . . A loved one who became a stranger and a heart filled with secrets... . . “Oh, Rosy,” Santos whispered, his voice sending shivers down her heated body. “Do you remember?” “What?” she asked, even though she feared that she already knew what he was asking. He leaned closer to her ear. “That night six years ago? Right here, in this house, in this room...you begged me to take your body” Her eyes closed at the pain of the memory. “Let me go, Santos. I don’t want you anymore.” she lied. Pressing his body against hers, his hand slid underneath the towel and caressed her there. She leaned into him and throatily. He nibbled at her ear, and whispered, “That’s not what your body is saying, darling.”

Alexi Marie A. Cervantez is falling in love with her driver. The driver named Enrico P. Acosta secretly admired her since first day. There love is not easy because they hide it to the parents of the girl. Are they gonna fight their relationship or not?

Eva and Samuel meet through Eva's best friend, you could say it was love at first sight. As time goes by, things begin to get complicated in this love affair. Will they be able to overcome the problems that arise along the way?

"Menikahlah denganku karena aku sangat memerlukan rahimmu untuk mengandung anakku. Aku akan memberikanmu apa saja." (Alfred Simon Clark). Tentu saja, wanita bernama Amanda Jean Heather menolaknya, terlebih lagi ia telah memiliki seorang kekasih yang sangat ia cintai. Tentu saja mereka juga saling mencintai satu sama lain. Apalagi, di rumah itu ia hanya murni untuk bekerja sebagai seorang pengasuh anak, tidak lebih. Namun, beberapa waktu setelahnya, kekasih Amanda berselingkuh dan tentu saja ia mengetahuinya, pria itu berhasil membuat Amanda sakit hati dan marah. Dengan semua tekat bulatnya, ia pun akhirnya menyetujui tawaran yang diberikan oleh majikannya itu. Sebuah pernikahan yang jelas-jelas hanya memerlukan rahimnya saja. Impian Alfred dan juga mendiang Ibunya pun akhirnya terwujud, ia memiliki seorang anak laki-laki dari Amanda, tapi Amanda tak meminta balasan apa pun atas semua jasanya itu. Setelah mendapatkan apa yang di inginkan oleh Alfred, bagaimana dengan hubungan di antara Amanda dan juga Alfred selanjutnya? Akankah mereka tetap bercerai sesuai dengan kontrak yang telah di buat oleh Alfred sebelumnya?

In the third year of my marriage, I endure a full day of painful labor to give birth to my first child. However, my husband steals the baby to give to his true love. I try my damnedest to stop him, but all I get is a barrage of insults. "It's just a baby! I'm the one who planted the seed, so I get to decide who gets the fruit!" I'm overwhelmed by grief as I watch my husband leave. However, he shares a happy post on his social media. "Mother and daughter are safe." His true love comments, "Thank you for giving me a child, Jaspie. I'll be the happiest woman in the world with you two by my side." Clueless friends bless them and wish them well. I silently comment, "Give me back my child." All I get is another round of insults. Then, I'm blocked. I don't want to endure this anymore. I hire a lawyer to draft divorce papers before making a police report. "Officer, I want to report my husband for child trafficking."

At a dinner party, my genius painter of a husband, Henry Shepherd, used his hands, hands insured for millions, to shell crabs for his young assistant, Tamara Lee. This was all to coax her into eating a few bites when she claimed she had no appetite. Meanwhile, I drank myself into a bloody mess, trying to secure investments for him. When I asked him to hand me some antacids, he refused without even looking up. “These hands are for painting. Use your own.” For ten years, he couldn’t even be bothered to change the way he treated me. That night, as I sobered up in the cold wind, I asked my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. "Henry, in this vast, chaotic world, our paths end here," I said inwardly