Worker Drones

Amanda worked for money as a sxx worker in one of the biggest sxx club until she met a VIP, who turned out to be a charming prince and also her old friend.

Prologue "Ate pabili ng Candy Piso. " Piso lang? Naku Alam mong bata ka kanina kapa e! Oh ayan wag ka nang babalik ha kung piso lng naman pera mo tsk.--Bulyaw ko sa batang yun nakakaloka na kasi, kanina pa pabalik - balik Sarap hambalusin,Naku Sarap patulan. "Hay Naku Jing! L kokonti Customer natin nito e kapag lagi kang ganyan sa mga bata. Always ka yatang dinudugo kasi parati nalang mainit ang ulo mo. - - Bulyaw din sakin ng pinsan Kong si Bea. " Wala akong paki kung kokonti man ang Benta at least ganun parin sahod ko noh!" "Hystt mapapagalitan tayo ni Madam nito sa ginagawa mo e! Oh ayan may paparating na Customer asikasuhin mo. And Speaking of Which, ang isa rin sa nagpapa-init ng ulo ko, ang Kolokoy na Construction Worker na'to. Bakit ko sya iniinisan? Jusko manliligaw daw kasi! Yuk ang mukang to? Papatol sa kagaya nya? Ew Never! Mahirap na nga ako tapos Mahirap pa Magiging Jowa mo? Apaka Malas ko naman kung ganun dzuh kahit gwapo sya hinding hindi ko sya papatulan I SWEAR period. AT AYUN, Halos araw araw nalang dito bumibili ang Lalaking yun, nakakainis kasi halata namang nagpapansin Ew kadiri. LUMIPAS ang ilang araw ganun parin, Walang pinagbago pero parang may kakaiba sa Lalaking to e! Mahirap na nga, gastos pa ng gastos dzu feeling Rich? "Engineer! Pinapatawag kana sa Office ng Lolo mo! E reveal mo na raw ang Designs mo. Engineer? Whahh Asan yung tinutukoy nyang Engineer? Naku for sure Apaka Gwapo ng isang yun, Engineer na Umiigting ang panga Where na You? Pero teka..niloloko lng yata ako ng kumag na yun e, e nag-iisang nakaupo lng naman dito si Construction Worker. "Pakisabi kay Lolo susunod ako!ha?? Engineer sya? Sya yung Tinutukoy ng lalaki kanina? Panu nangyari yun?

I booked a consultation with a renowned traditional medicine practitioner six months in advance to treat my surgeon wife's arousal disorder over the holidays. However, on the appointment date, Wendy did not show up. Just as I was about to call to question her, I noticed a photo her male friend had posted on social media. In the photo, my usually aloof wife was hugging the guy with a radiant smile. The caption read: [Only I can cure your problem.] But what caught my attention was my wife's flushed face in the photo, clearly displaying signs of arousal. With a cold smirk, I immediately liked and commented: [You must have magic fingers that work wonders!] The comment section exploded, with everyone speculating whether I would tear my wife's lover apart. What awaited my wife was our official divorce after the cooling-off period ended.

Even after being married for three years, my husband treats me like a stranger. When I throw up blood from pregnancy complications, he's in the prayer room chanting for his foster sister, Yvie Springton. He accuses me of being dramatic. If Yvie so much as gets a headache, he drops everything and flies overseas to be by her side. When his parents are in critical condition after a car crash, I beg him to go see them one last time. But what does he do? He claims I'm cursing Yvie. When I go into early labor and cling to life after giving birth to our son, he posts a photo of his international boarding pass on social media. At his parents' funeral, he returns to the country with Yvie and demands I leave the marriage with nothing. The day our divorce finalizes, he holds a wedding ceremony with her. I bury his parents alone. Then, at an exclusive auction, dead set on winning the famous painting for Yvie, he offered a staggering price. Even his accounts are frozen. That's when he finally realizes he's been disowned by the Springton family. His eyes are bloodshot, and he's furious as he demands answers. I simply gesture for my lawyer to step forward. He says, "Mr. Springton, take a look at this will."

The campus madonna told my childhood friend that she loved Jackie Chan movies. He tied my arms and legs to four gigantic drones. Monday came by. Right in front of the whole school, the drones hauled me up three hundred feet into the air. The students' laughter was so thunderous, the skies shook. The videos they took went viral. I remained in the air until the drones ran out of battery and flew back down. My childhood friend untied me, grinning like he'd just pulled a harmless prank. "Wendy loves Jackie Chan, so I thought you should give her a little Police Story show. We've been friends our whole lives. You don't mind, do you?" I crumpled to the ground. Wendy Wood was leaning against my childhood friend's chest, and she was laughing so much, tears rolled down her cheeks. "You call that Jackie Chan? She just wet herself!" And she cackled further. I walked off and never came back. That drove my childhood friend mad. "We've been friends forever! You're overreacting!"

In the ruins outside the Citadel, survival is a daily gamble. When 18-year-old Tunde finds a rare adrium shard on a dead man, he sees a way out—or at least, a way to save his sick mother. But trading it draws him into a dangerous world of mercenaries, drones, and double-crosses. To reach the walled city where hope still lives, Tunde must outsmart the very system built to keep him out. And in a place where everything is for sale, the real cost may be his soul. "He found the shard. Now the city will find him."

Mr. Rajendra Singh Chauhan got his darling granddaughter and the only heir of the Chouhan family, Krishika Chauhan, married to a lowly worker of his office knowing that Krishika will never be able to adjust in a middle class family. After all, what became such a compulsion due to which Rajendra Singh Chauhan had to get his granddaughter married to a lowly worker in his office.

A small-time office worker—constantly being pushed around by others and abandoned by his wife—turned into the richest of the rich overnight.

When the conglomerate's heir parachutes into our company, he conveniently brings along a "poor student" he's been sponsoring for years. That afternoon, they turn the entire office upside down. The young heir, Matthew Zohart, has no idea how to handle problems. All he knows how to do is smooth things over. He lets Gracie Fowler blow through my team's entire bonus and just stands there as she throws a tantrum in the open office. "I'm the future daughter-in-law chosen by the Zohart family!" she shrieks. "What are you people, anyway? Just a bunch of office drones!" Enraged, I rip off my work badge and turn to walk out. The very next second, Matthew drops down and grabs my leg. "You can't leave! I don't know how to do anything! If the team leader who actually gets things done quits, won't my family's company collapse?"

Nami, an ordinary office worker, finds a stranger naked and dying in the woods. She helps the stranger and soon gains a relationship with her. Little did Nami know, that girl she saved was a werewolf. Follow them on this journey to see how it ends.