When There Was Me And You Song Lyrics

Certified raketera, palaban at walang inuurungan. Siya si Leah Rivera o mas kilala sa tawag na Iya ng mga taong malapit sa kaniya. Magmula pagkabata ay natuto na siyang maging isang raketera dahil maaga rin siyang tinuruan ng kaniyang ina na nagtitinda sa palengke ng kung anu-anong trabaho na sa kalaunan ay nakasanayan na niyang gawin. Ang kailangan niya ay pera. Pera na makakatulong sa kanila para mairaos ang kanilang pang-araw araw na pangangailangan at para na rin makatulong siya sa pagpapaaral sa kaniyang kambal na kapatid na ngayon ay nasa kolehiyo na. Likas kay Leah ang pagiging masayahin at pagkakaroon ng positibong pananaw sa buhay. Pero hindi sa lahat ng oras. Tulad na lamang nang isang gabi, habang nagse-serve siya ng alak sa mga mayayamang costumer ng bar na pinapasukan niya ay may nagtangkang mambastos sa kaniya. Dahil likas sa kaniya ang pagiging palaban, gumanti siya sa lalaki. Ang kaso, ang suntok na dapat na para rito ay dumapo sa isang kasama nito na wala namang ginawang masama sa kaniya. Paano kung ang lalaking hindi niya sinasadyang masuntok ay ang anak ng kaniyang boss? At anong gagawin niya kung sakaling magkagusto ito sa kaniya at yayain siya nitong magpakasal? Makakaya ba niyang tanggapin ang alok nito sa kaniya kapalit ng halaga na makapag-aahon sa kanila sa kahirapan? Will she ever fall in love with the man who is only good at pestering her with his stupid antics?

It is a story about how a wife leaves her husband and daughter only because she loves them. Miranda and Eric. Circumstances tore them apart. Now after 7 years fate brings them together and to forget the little angel that they created when they were together.

Paramitha Arasy, seorang selebriti remaja yang hidupnya hanya melulu soal jadwal yang padat. Syuting, pemotretan, talk show dan lain-lain. Bahkan ia tak punya waktu untuk bersosialisasi dengan teman sebayanya. Hingga suatu hari, karna tak ingin dianggap mengeksploitasi anak, Mami sekaligus managernya, memasukkan Mitha ke dalam sekolah umum. Dari situlah semunya bermula. Mitha menemukan lagi dunia remajanya, persahabatan dan tentu saja cinta pertamanya.

When my mom texted me, urging me to go home for a blind date, Charles had just finished with me. His warm breath brushed against the back of my ear, sending a tingling sensation straight to my heart. He wiped away the traces on my skin with gentle care, but when he spoke, his voice was chillingly indifferent. "Since Mrs. Shaw is pushing you, you should head back soon." I thought he was jealous, and a surge of sweetness filled my heart. I quickly grabbed his wrist, telling him my feelings. "Charles, I want to stay with you. I'm not going anywhere!" He froze for a moment, then let out a derisive laugh. One by one, he pried my fingers off. "You didn't actually think I was jealous, did you?" Tucking my damp, messy hair behind my ear, he remained as gentle as ever, but his words were almost cruel. "Rose is pure and innocent. I couldn't bring myself to touch her before marriage, so I used you to satisfy my needs. However, now, our engagement is set. She'll soon be my rightful wife. You're no longer needed."

Kisah dua manusia yang sama-sama memiliki ketakutan dan trauma. Sama-sama memendam lelah yang tidak terucapkan. Mereka bertemu lalu saling jatuh cinta. Apakah cinta dapat menyembuhkan mereka berdua? Bagaimana mereka mengobati luka masing-masing?

A powerful female SQA hunter and agent for the supernatural council risks getting her identity exposed which puts both her , her newly found mate and his whole pack in danger. Hazel Mondragon

When men become murderers... See how these young men will fight fate. “Strange Noises in the Attic” There was a monster locked up in my attic. This monster was my biological brother. He was locked up by my parents for 24 years. My parents told me that my brother was mentally ill and had severely violent tendencies, so he could only be locked up to prevent him from hurting others. However, I once accidentally entered the room. My brother covered my mouth immediately and told me with a fearful look that those two people were not my real parents. “The Spirit House” When I was in college, I met a middle-aged rich woman on social media. She was very kind to me. She always gave me money and intimately called me "little boy". She said that she was born and raised in the countryside just like me. She liked me, and thus she would lead me to fortune after I graduated. I thought she was joking. However, she really came to me in a Porsche Cayenne when I graduated.

“You get to save one, Alpha. Who’s it going to be, your Luna, or your mistress?” “You’re the Luna,” Lucian coughed, blood staining his lips. “Three…” the man with the gun began to countdown. “Two!” “Lucian…” I whispered, my voice trembling. “And--” “Mira! Let Mira live!” Lucian’s roar cut him off, and my world went silent. I didn’t hear the mocking laughter or Mira’s pitiful sobs as they dragged her to safety. All I heard was that choice of the mate I’d loved for five years, as he decided I wasn’t worth saving. So, when the bullet tore through me finally, I didn’t scream--I just fell, feeling the world fading into black. That day, I died. Or———did I? Because three years later, the Alpha who left me to die will kneel before the Alpha of Alphas, a masked beauty feared by all. A woman. And that woman? Is me. *** For five years, Selene Rory tried to be the perfect Luna to Alpha Lucian Blackwell. She believed love could fix anything… until the night he chose another woman over her life. Shot, betrayed, and left to die, Selene should have been gone forever. But the moon goddess had other plans. Now, Three years later, Selene is no longer the soft Luna who waited for scraps of affection. She’s the Alpha of Alphas, a confident and strategic beauty who bows to no man. And when Lucian finally meets her again, it’s him who will be brought to his knees. The question is… will she take him back Or will another Alpha willing to burn the world for her claim what Lucian so easily threw away? But what if there’s something even bigger at play… a conspiracy that could destroy them all?

I double over in pain after assisting Adrian Randall with a late-night operation. He immediately carries me to a ward to check on me. However, before he can do that, he receives a call from a patient and hurries off. That night, I miscarry. When I come out of the operating theater, I see his childhood friend's social media update. She's shared a photo of her baby bump. "He hurried to come to my side just because I was lost. You have to treat Adrian well in the future, my darling!" I rub my belly, which throbs with a dull ache. I don't cry and demand an explanation from Adrian as I would have in the past. Instead, I like the post and apply for a position on the Borderless Medical Assistance Program. The day I leave, the high and mighty Dr. Randall looks at me with red-rimmed eyes. He asks, "How can you bear to leave me behind?"

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.