Who Is Better Goku Or Superman

Jaxon Rayleigh Laxamana ay isa sa tinaguriang hottest and powerful bachelor sa bansa. Matalinong businessman, misteryoso, at kilala rin bilang isang magaling na engineer sa loob at labas ng bansa. Ngunit isang malagim na trahedya ang makakapagpabago sa kanyang buhay. Siya ay naparalisa, naging mahina at itinago ng kanyang pamilya sa loob ng mansyon upang ilihim sa lahat ang nangyari dahil lubos na makakaapekto sa mga taong nasasakupan niya at sa kanyang career. Shantal Alleiah Magnayon, ay isang fresh graduate criminology student at kilala din sa larangan ng taekwondo dahil sa mga napanalo niyang medalya sa labas ng bansa. Akala niya ay magkakaroon siya ng normal na buhay at trabaho sa oras na siya ay nakapagtapos. Ngunit kakaibang trabaho ang ibinigay sa kanya ng kanyang tiyuhin na isang higher official. Papasok siya bilang private nurse ni Jaxon Laxamana at tutulungan niya itong gumaling sa loob ng 370 days. Dahil kapag hindi nagawa iyon ni Shantal, ay tuluyan nang mawawala kay Jaxon ang lahat. Ang kanyang kayamanan, tauhan at kapangyarihan. Ano kaya ang matutuklasan ni Shantal sa misteryosong nangyari kay Jaxon kung bakit ito naparalisa at nawalan ng kridibilidad. Paano matutulungan ni Shantal si Jaxon para makabalik sa dating sitwasyon ang binata? Will she able to help Jaxon and retrieve all his wealth and strengths or she will fail him? Will she be able to make him better in 370 days?

Bagaimana jadinya jika seorang dokter ahli forensik ternyata adalah seorang vampir? Callista Bradley, merupakan detektif wanita yang gigih dan terkenal sedikit gila. Ia diberi tugas untuk memecahkan sebuah kasus pembunuhan berantai yang sudah terjadi di Kota Edinburgh selama beberapa tahun terakhir. Callista menemukan petunjuk bahwa setiap korban dari kasus pembunuhan tersebut memiliki dua lubang bekas gigitan di leher, sekaligus darah korban yang selalu habis hingga tak tersisa barang setetes pun. Gadis itu yakin pelakunya bukanlah manusia, dan malam ini ia menyaksikan sendiri bagaimana sang pembunuh itu beraksi!

I'd been home for half a month, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that Mom wasn't quite herself anymore. She looked and sounded like she always had, but something felt different. Then, one day, I got a message from her that sent a chill down my spine. "Lily, hide! There's a ghost in the house!" At first, I thought she was pulling a prank on me—or maybe her account got hacked. Then, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Mom, who had just finished cooking, called out to tell me the meal was ready. I was still hesitating when another message popped up. It was a voice message. "Trust me, Lily. I'm your real mom! The one out there is a ghost! Run!" It sounded just like Mom's voice from outside. My mind was racing in panic. Not hearing me respond, Mom giggled from the other side of the door and said, "I'm coming in."

I fell in love with a man I should never have touched—my brother-in-law, Lucas Zahn. The first time he came to our home with my sister, Quincy, they looked like the perfect couple. He smiled at me, held out a peace talisman bracelet, and said it would keep me safe. I wore it like it was the most precious thing in the world. When the old injury in my ankle flared up, he would scoop me into his arms and rush me to the hospital without a second thought. When thugs tried to harass me, he made them scatter with a single look, then spoke to me in a voice so gentle it made my heart tremble. I told myself I understood—that everything he did was only because I was Quincy’s younger sister. Even so, I clung to those rare moments when I could be near him. Until the night Lucas was drugged by an enemy, his life teetering on the edge. If no one acted, he would die. So, I acted. On that reckless, desperate night, my sister walked in. The sight struck her like a lightning bolt, and she collapsed, her weak heart seizing on the spot. What came next was madness. In a frenzy of rage and panic, Lucas tied me to an operating table. His hands—those hands I once longed to hold—cut open my chest and tore my heart out for her. “When the avalanche hit, Quincy nearly died saving me. I swore I’d treat her well for the rest of my life. That means loving her family, too. I never thought you’d be so shameless. “This is what you owe her!” He never knew that I was the one who saved him in that avalanche. So, I died in agony, my love carved out of me—literally. When my eyes opened again, I found myself back on the night he was drunk.

Everything has changed in one year; only one year has changed. She has suffered a lot, and now she meets the bad boy who will make her come back to life again, but hey, he doesn't know her secret. ... "Of course, my dear...but your two brothers will go with you," my mother said, then my eyes widened in astonishment. "But..." I said, trying to block her decision. "No, but..." Mom said insistently. "This is going to be the worst party ever," I said in my mind. "It's party time, little sister," Cole said with a smile, holding Jia. "Kill me now," I said in my mind with displeasure. What will happen at the party? Will you be there?

My fiancee gets drunk the day before our wedding. While I'm taking her home, she mistakes me for my best friend. "Jackson, don't bring our child to the wedding tomorrow. I don't want Samuel to know about us." I slam on the brakes, causing Madelyn Wilkinson to hit the seatback and come to her senses. When she realizes it's me, she freezes for a moment before slowly explaining, "Since you heard that, let's call off the wedding for now. You don't have to worry. Jackson doesn't plan on getting married again. But I'm still that child's mother no matter what, so I need to help out. "Jackson's your best friend. You feel sorry for him if he has to raise a child alone, don't you? I'll marry you after my son starts school." I can't help smiling bitterly. "Alright then… I don't have a problem with that." When we get home, she packs up a suitcase and leaves without another word. Feeling a sting in my eyes, I suppress my emotions as I sit on the couch, falling into a daze. That's when my phone rings at the worst possible moment. My childhood friend, Hazel Parsons, says in a hoarse voice, "Sam, don't marry her. Please." I fall silent for a beat. "Alright."

I am reborn with memories of my past life. And I carry a secret with me: my fiance, Ethan Larsen, had forged our marriage certificate. The one he had actually married was Serena Gray. But I do not expose his lie. Instead, I quietly submit my application to Greenvale University and eventually become a permanent resident in Verenza. In my past life, I spent a lifetime believing in a lie. I thought I was his wife, until I learned the truth on the day he died. He married Serena out of love but kept me only due to his sense of duty. On the funeral day, Serena arrived dressed in white, holding the actual marriage certificate in her hand. She effortlessly took over all his inheritance, while I was thrown out of the house, penniless, with nothing left but a trampled heart. In this life, I will no longer beg for love nor stay put out of pity. I'll leave quietly and live freely. They can keep acting out their so-called "perfect" love story. Because now, I can see it crystal clear—some women are born to be loved, while others are reborn so they don't have to wait to be loved.

This isn’t a book. It’s a violation. Of your rules. Of your morals. Of the last line between want and ruin. These aren’t stories. They’re commands. Each page is a filthy little dare to spread wider, moan louder, and let go of every ounce of control you thought you had. Because once you start reading? You don’t stop. You can’t stop. This is where innocence gets devoured by the mouths it was told to avoid. Where best friends’ daddies, strict professors, and stepbrothers with no self-control break all the rules in your head—and then break you. They’re not gentle. They’re not careful. They’re not here for love. They want your breath caught in your throat. Your thighs shaking from how much you need it. Your body betraying every thought that says “no.” They’ll pin you down with a stare. Fuck your mind until it spirals. Make you beg without even touching you. You’ll gag on the tension. Cry from the pressure. Climax from the ache of what you’re not supposed to want. So keep your fingers ready. Keep the lights low. And baby? Be warned: You’re gonna need a towel by the end. Because this book doesn’t just seduce you. It owns you. Read it loud. Feel it deeper. And don’t you dare pretend you didn’t love every depraved second of it.

Guia Jamero had everything a woman could ever dream of. She was happy and contented with her life. She has her ever-supportive parents, a stable job, caring friends, and a loving fiancé. She thought that everything is perfect not until the day when she was about to tie her knots with the man she loves. That day, everything in her life changed. Her dreamed fairytale turned out to be her worst nightmare. Unveiling the secrets from her past, how can a soul and a hopeless woman solve the mystery of her wedding day? Can she trust the people around her? Will she find the answer to her question, "Who killed me?"

The life trial system "If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It" burst onto the scene like a traveling circus promising wonders. The idea was plain enough: "If you reckon someone's life is a mess, and you think you can do better, go ahead and prove it. There's a reward waiting if you do." Before I knew it, my whole family had me pegged for the fool in the middle of the show. There was my mother, dreaming of turning me into some grand goose; my husband, who'd spent years dodging his rightful share of the family load; and my son, mortified by the very sight of me. They shoved me onto the "judgment seat" like I was the villain of the tale. Every last one of them swore up and down that, given my place, they'd manage my life better than I ever could. The stakes? Well, if they pulled it off, my consciousness would be erased—gone, wiped out like a mistake on a chalkboard—and turned into their personal servant. On top of that, they'd waltz off with a cool million dollars. But if they couldn't? Then I'd be the one raking in three million dollars. Now that's a gamble for the ages, isn't it?