Where Is Dream

To belong to a clan that you are not sure if you really lived because of them? What if one day you find out, everything you know is made up? And what will actually happen is that you haven't yet, completely experienced it?

Have you ever dreaded living a lifeless life? If not, you probably don't know how excruciating such an existence is. That is what Rue Mallory's life. A life without a meaning. Imagine not wanting to wake up every morning but also not wanting to go to sleep at night. No will to work, excitement to spend, no friends' company to enjoy, and no reason to continue living. How would an eighteen-year old girl live that kind of life? Yes, her life is clearly depressing. That's exactly what you end up feeling without a phone purpose in life. She's alive but not living. There's a huge and deep difference between living, surviving, and being alive. She's not dead, but a ghost with a beating heart. But she wanted to feel alive, to feel what living is. She hoped, wished, prayed but it didn't work. She still remained lifeless. Not until, he came and introduce her what really living is.

Johnny St. Jacks is a billionaire and a ladies man. However he doesn't let anyone get too close. Wyatt, his new house manager despises him. They couldn't be more wrong for one another. Yet they somehow find themselves wrapped up in each other's hearts.

My husband was the leader of the rescue team. As I was trapped in a cave and surrounded by a pack of wolves, I desperately called him over and over. Yet, he hung up on me every single time. When the fire nearly burnt out and the wolves got closer, he finally called me and angrily accused me, "Can you stop wasting public resources? I'm the rescue team leader first, and then your husband." In the background, I heard a soft, feminine voice saying, "Howard, my arm has a cut. Can you take me to the hospital?" I was familiar with that voice. It was my husband's first love. Ever since her husband died, she clung to him. And my husband... He didn't just tolerate it; rather, he seemed to enjoy it. A wave of despair washed over me as I ended the call. My hands were trembling, and I tried to call the police, but before I could, the leader of the wolves pounced on me. I fell hard to the ground, and the rest of the pack, sensing the signal, ran toward me at an extraordinary speed. I didn't stand a chance to fight back, and in mere moments, I was ripped into pieces. Before my consciousness slipped away, I struggled to glance down at my lower abdomen one last time, and my lips quivered. "My baby, I'm sorry I failed you…"

WARNING ‼️ SPG ALERT! May content violence and abusing and more k*lling! If you are 18 years old below don’t read this, please hindi po ito pambata. And if you are old enough, please be responsible.And don’t copy my story maging patas tayo! Plagiarism is a crime! - “ The secret of changes is to focus all your energy, not on fighting the old, but not building the new.” - Ava Olivia Lleva Mikhail Levesque. A.K.A Ciara Savannah Corpuz. ~ Due to the death of Ciara or Ava's parents, she was able to pretend or have two personalities. To find the real culprit in the death of her parents. - Hayah! I’m back again! Sana po magustuhan niyo po si Ciara o Ava.This is an another Mafia Collaboration story with Miss Linnea Dreame, pwede niyo po siya isearch sa Dreame!Salamat po at sana suportahan niyo po ako, Love y’all !!

"Kau pasti sangat bahagia karena besok kau akan bebas, kan?" Dengan kasar Amar mencengkram lengan wanita yang masih berstatus istrinya itu dan menghempaskannya begitu saja di sudut tempat tidur yang tak pernah disentuh olehnya. Entah kemana perginya cinta itu.. setelah menikah semuanya menghilang. Keduanya bak menjadi orang asing yang tinggal satu atap terlebih sikap Amar yang sangat berubah drastis. Begitu dingin. Begitu kasar. Begitu kejam. Besok yang merupakan hari perpisahan mereka dan malam ini menjadi malam pertama sekaligus malam terakhir mereka sebagai suami istri.. Apakah ada sesuatu yang mampu mengetuk pintu hati Amar dan melanjutkan pernikahan mereka?

From an awkward, insecure teen to a fully grown woman—she's come a long way. After everything she’s been through, she knows now that the cheap love of her past doesn’t define her worth. Her past may be messy, even painful, but just look at the woman she’s chosen to become: strong, beautiful, and unshakable. It’s hard for her to give love a second chance—especially after building walls so high. And then he said, "I know it’s too much to ask for a second chance. Deep down, I know how badly I hurt you. My heart aches every time I replay what I said, what I did. I wish I could take it all back. I know you're scared and hesitant—but please… let me in again."

Hurting deep down, a lot of us mask our real feelings. Most people think that by hiding the hurt would fade but it never really goes away. It's hard to confront the fact that you have been hurting. This could make you unnecessarily lash out at people, isolate yourself and even experience bouts of depression. No one can end your hurt for you, it's an endless cycle of pain and anger that only stops when you choose. Healing is a journey and you can start on it right now. It's not even as difficult as you thought it would be.

I never should have given him the time of day yet somehow, he found a way to earn my attention. He bothered me enough to want to strangle him but he didn't care. Wesley Adams didn't care anymore and that made everyone to take notice. He wanted to hide away but it was near impossible, due to him being the name that easily slipped from everyone's lips. Many fall from the throne but he left it. He wanted to be the forgotten and be amongst us, the unknowns. And it would have been easier, if only he simply left me alone. But ofcourse, he is Wesley Adams and is the most stubborn person, I've come to know. Hi stubbornness has made him look the other way and let his heart to take over. That's what he told me, he's claimed me as his, for his heart was mine. *********************************"** This is a story of two confused teens, trying to figure things out as they go.

That day, my parents and sister who were all working abroad suddenly told me that I was a second-generation rich with trillions of dollars in wealth!Gerald Crawford: I am a second-generation rich?