Why Does Dumbledore Have To Die

On Christmas Day, eight months pregnant, I struggled through the kitchen,cooking for my husband and his secretary. When I finally sat down, hoping to taste a piece of turkey I didn’t even get during Thanksgiving, my husband shoved me aside like I was nothing. He slid the turkey in front of his secretary instead. “Alison,you’re already so fat. Stop eating. Let Daisy have it—she deserves to enjoy your cooking.” Daisy，chewing on the turkey I had painstakingly prepared, had the audacity to mock me under the guise of playing truth or dare with my child. “So, what do you think your mom looks like?” “Mommy looks like a fat pig on a farm!” “Her stretch marks? They’re like disgusting worms crawling all over her. Even Santa would run for his life!” Their laughter erupted like daggers piercing me from all sides. Humiliation and rage burned through me as my dignity was stripped bare. I demanded an apology from that vile woman, but my husband—my husband!—turned his cold, cruel face toward me and said, “Get out of here.” Pregnant, exhausted, and humiliated, I stood there in shock. Then I snapped. I grabbed the Christmas cake and turkey and threw them in the trash. I walked out without looking back. This wretched family doesn’t deserve a second of my effort or a single ounce of my love!

I died the day my husband forced the doctors to take our baby from my womb. I thought I’d never love again after losing my ex-boyfriend to a heart attack. But fate gave me a second chance. I married the man I adored, a billionaire named Maxwell. Just when I was about to share the joyful news of my pregnancy, I caught him getting cozy with my best friend, Morgana. Worse, he believed her lies: I was a drug addict. The truth? I was battling a severe mental illness triggered by my ex’s death. I needed medication to cope, but Maxwell never cared to understand. He refused to believe a word I said. They locked me away in a private rehab clinic. But that place wasn’t for healing, it was a trap. Morgana used it to cut me off from Maxwell and torment me without consequence. And just when I thought things couldn’t get worse… Maxwell signed off on a surgery to take my baby. I lay on that cold operating table, tears streaming down my face, and died in the fire that followed—broken, betrayed, and alone. But I never expected to wake up again. This time, I have a new life. A new family. And even one of my children survived. Maxwell, Morgana—this time, I’m coming back. And you’re both going to pay.

Captain Leopold Rodriguez was sent to Palestine for a certain mission with his elite team. But a certain tragedy would change his kind and cheerful nature. Pero hindi rin nag tagal iyon dahil sa pag dating ng kaniyang anak na si Lia. Ngunit sadya talagang mapaglaro ang tadhana. The ghosts from his past started to re-appear which would bring Lia into a state of coma. Leopold started to fall into depravity and darkness once again. Until he met Andrea Herrera. Anak ng isa sa pinakamayamang businessman sa bansa. Subalit hindi talaga titigil ang multo ng nakaraan sa panggugulo sa kasalukuyan. Pipilitin nitong patayin ang nag iisang ilaw na siyang tatanglaw sa kadilimang bumabalot kay Leopold. Pero sa pagkakataong ito ay hindi hahayaan ng binata na masaktan si Andrea. Ngunit hanggang kailan niya kayang panatilihing ligtas ang dalaga? Hanggang kailan kaya magsisilbing ilaw ni Leopold si Andrea?

One night of passion, she had slept with the wrong man! Wendy Walters's frantic questioning had been met with a marriage contract. Why had her brother-in-law suddenly become her fiance? The answer he gave was: "Because you had slept with me. The women that I've slept with would only be mine, so the only thing I can think of is to marry you home."

My mom, who works as a lawyer, decides to take me to court just because I refuse to donate my platelets to my younger sister, Lindsey Finch. I explained to her that I have a blood clotting disorder, and having an extremely low platelet count would put my life at risk. But she screamed at me through tears: “Can’t you just stop pretending? Do you really have to let your sister die? How could I have raised such an ungrateful wretch?” I lost the case, and my platelets were forcibly taken. I suffered a massive hemorrhage and died a miserable death alone in a deserted corner.

Everyone in the underworld knew Rosalie Thorne, the "Thorn Principessa" of the North. Wild, rebellious, notorious. Street racing, high-stakes gambling, guns, and drinking, she had mastered them all. The rose-and-thorn tattoo on the nape of her neck drove countless men wild. But what they didn't know was that for Rocco, the new mob boss of the South, a single sentence, "I prefer a more obedient woman," was all it took. At his word, I had the tattoo lasered off and swapped my leathers for long, conservative dresses. I am Rosalie. For five years, I hid my identity and played the porcelain doll Rocco wanted. Until the night he eliminated all his rivals and was crowned the new Don of the South. That was when he let his men bow to another woman, hailing her as their "Donna." I watched Rocco. The same hands that had just executed a traitor were now gently placing a pair of red high heels on the feet of his adoptive sister, Vivian. "Rosalie, she has a temper. She'll make a scene if she doesn't get the title." "You're the good one, the obedient one. Just let her have this." That day, I walked straight out into the rain and never looked back. I was never truly obedient. I just made myself smaller for him. My family had already chosen a husband for me. They had been waiting five years, just for me to say yes.

He inhaled deeply. “Let’s do some extra work for you.” I shook my head as he began to pull my zipper down. “My money is waiting for you,” he said coldly, hoarsely, and as deep as an abyss. His warm breath touched my neck, followed by money scattered over my body. Max knew I needed his money. And I knew he wanted my body. *** Betrayed on her wedding day and branded cursed for being a wolfless Alpha heir, Skylar Clover Clementine loses everything. Her pack, her groom, and her pride. Fleeing to another pack, she hides under a false identity as a caddie girl, only to fall into the hands of Maximilian Vale Keagan, the most feared Alpha and the ruthless leader of the biker gang Wild Hurricanes. Max offers Skylar protection, but demands her submission in return. What begins as revenge turns into obsession when he discovers she’s his fated mate.

The people have elected a new president. The first thing he did was conscript children into a school for future soldiers, and not a single human rights organization found out. Selena was one of those children. She was twelve when soldiers at school picked her up from school, rode a chopper, and disappeared They brought her to a garrison along with hundreds of children like her. There, she met friends she'd do anything to protect.

THE SPOILED BRAT AND HER BODYGUARD | 18+ Annatalia de Marco doesn't know contentment and constraint. All her life, she was envied, spoiled, and pampered. That's until she was involved in a scandal and this time, her father has had enough. The spoiled brat ends up with an ex-military whose only purpose was to make sure she doesn't make matters worse. Damiano Rossi was an ex-military who carries himself with a dangerous aura. As cold as ice and as impenetrable as a stone wall, no one really knows the real him. Guarding and protecting Annatalia was supposed to be easy for Damiano, but there was a blazing tension between them that will surely burn them. In pain or pleasure? That is the question.

I once made a promise to the top actress in the industry. If I publicly proposed to her 99 times on livestreams, she would, on the hundredth, officially launch our relationship. But when the hundredth proposal came, she was on a private yacht kissing a new rising actor. Her smile had been so sweet and carefree. I became a complete joke. Feeling guilty, she texted me: [I will say yes on your 101st proposal.] She entered my livestream, looking like a goddess had descended to earth. As she looked on, I lit all one hundred love letters I had ever written for her, as well as the stomach cancer diagnosis I had hidden inside. “There will be no 101st time, Miss Ford.”