Yo Gabba Gabba Plex

Tres meses después de que mi esposo, Josiah Erikson, desapareciera en un accidente de esquí, lo vi en un bar. Él reía a carcajada limpia, con un brazo envuelto naturalmente alrededor de los hombros de su «mejor amiga», Mónica Jones. —Menos mal que se les ocurrió esta idea. Casi había olvidado cómo se siente la libertad. Uno tras otro, sus amigos chocan sus copas con él y le preguntan cuándo planea reaparecer. Bajó la mirada y lo pensó antes de decir: —En una semana. Apareceré cuando ella se haya vuelto completamente loca buscándome. De pie entre las sombras, lo vi saborear su libertad, y entonces llamé a mi amiga que trabaja en la oficina estatal de registros civiles.

Amar a Gabriel Morales era un secreto inconfesable. Porque Gabriel no era cualquier hombre: era el tío de Camila Flores. Ella era la rosa que él había cultivado con ternura… y él era el amor que ella no podía nombrar en voz alta.

Una semana antes de nuestra Ceremonia de Marcaje, en la fiesta de un amigo de Ethan Stormwind, le dije que quería romper con él. Al escucharme, todos se rieron, pues sabían que durante los últimos seis años, mi objetivo en la vida había sido convertirme en su Luna. ¿Por qué querría romper con él si solo faltaba una semana para la ceremonia? Incluso Ethan pensó que estaba siendo irrazonable, y me cuestionó: —¿Solo porque el día de nuestra ceremonia tengo que llevar a Selene al curandero para que le hagan una revisión, estás haciendo un berrinche y quieres romper conmigo? Después de una breve pausa añadió: —Los dos somos adultos, ¿puedes comportarte de manera más madura? Podrías reprogramar la ceremonia. ¿Por qué insistes en ese día en particular? No tengo tiempo para tus escenas de celos. Asentí en silencio. Sí, algo tenía que cambiar, pero no era la fecha de la ceremonia, sino él. Yo iba a aceptar ser marcada por alguien más.

Trixxie Angeles. Gusto lang niyang paghiwalayan ang kapatid at ang hipag pero nag-backfire ang plano niya. Nagbunga ang isang gabibf pinagsaluhan nila ni Gavin. Gavin Mendez. Isang lalaking malikot sa babae ngunit nagkagusto sa babaeng may asawa na. Ano ang kaya niyang isakripisyo sa ngalan ng pag-ibig? Dumaan ang limang taon at kailangan niyang makipagkita sa lalaking nilinlang niya para sa kapakanan ng kanyang anak na may sakit. Ano ang kaya niyang ibigay sa lalaking minsan na siyang sinabihan na walang iibig sa kanya?

Suplada Ako, Pero Hindi Ko Sinasadyang Mahulog Sa’yo Si April Ivy Lozano ay eksperta sa pagiging suplada—may mga mata na kayang patayin ka sa isang tingin at mga salita na kayang magpawala ng gana kahit sa pinakamagaling na manliligaw. Sa kabilang banda, si Dominick Elite ay isang professional bolero—flirt sa lahat, charm sa lahat, at walang balak sa kahit anong seryosong relasyon. Para kay April Ivy , si Dominick ay parang virus: nakakaaliw pero dapat iwasan. Pero paano kung sa bawat biro, bawat pa-flirt na linya, at bawat “oops, hindi ko sinasadya” moment, unti-unti niyang natutuklasan… nahuhulog na pala siya sa isang bolero?

Rosie, an introvert whose presence feels like serenity to Anthony. Two people with completely different natures, from two different worlds find themselves consumed by one other. Rosie finally feels seen, Anthony finally realizes what magic feels like. While they keep being pulled towards each other like magnets, they are kept apart by their own doubts and hesitations.

“Teach me” I said drunkenly “Teach me how to be a bad girl” “Are you sure about Tiny, there’s a tiny addiction that comes with that” he said, looking at me through the hood of his eyes. “What am I getting addicted to?” I echoed back, trying to keep my focus on his face, and not down his chest and his muscular arms. “Me” *** Cheryl Taylor had just recently divorced her cheating husband and decided to move back to her childhood town. Desperate for a room, she finds one with some weird rules and a roommate who seemed to busy to meet with her – everything comes to a shocking pause when she finds out it’s Aiden Scott – the town’s bad boy, and in fact her high school bully. Aiden Scott is now a made man and a billionaire but he’s stepped on a few toes to get there and now they’re out for his blood and he has to lay low in the town he grew up – the town that only saw him as a good for nothing bastard. He decides to get a roommate to appear normal, he takes the first one he got and only because it’s Cheryl Taylor – the one girl he had harbored a secret crush for years.

"The 10th circle of hell was actually the earth, and being alive is the real tormention." Naenia Lovercraft is a ghostwriter who's in a dire need of money, but because she's an epitome of a mad woman, every potential client tries to run for their lives away from her. Well except for this skull-mask wearing guy who introduced himself as Lord Serenade. He was indeed interested in making her write his gory fantasies and buy her works. However, it comes with certain conditions and it should include Neania herself. To live with him. In an old mansion. In the middle of nowhere. Thus, with mysteries to unveil and countless crimes relating to violence, one must connect the dots for everything before the cops arrest the wrong culprit. But in a world full of temptations and sins, who could really stay true to righteousness and prove that there's really a wrong culprit?

She finally had enough with men. Her last boyfriend sat at home while she entered a career. A career she never wanted but she had the skills to be easily successful. Diane didn’t need a man to pay the bills but it would be nice. She finally left him and now doesn’t need anyone. She was strong until she was alone. She really wanted a strong man but she wasn’t going to deal with wearing the pants and feeling alone in relationship. Matthew was on vacation when he saw Diane. She was resting on beach watching the waves. Something about her caught his attention. Matthew needed to know more.

I always thought my wife was just an ordinary "brother-loving sister," the kind who would do anything for her brother. But one night, I watched in frozen horror as she dismembered her brother in our storage room. Then, as if nothing had happened, she turned and looked straight at me. She flashed her usual gentle smile. "Honey," she called softly, her voice sweet and familiar—exactly the same as always.