Yuri Meme

Betsy Makabayan is your 'not so' typical bente-singko anyos raketera girl. Paano ba naman kasi maliban sa pagiging isang call center agent at sa iba-ibang raket na pinapatos niya, isa rin siyang magaling na artista. Isang araw, hiningan siya ng pabor ng isang babaeng haponesa, sa sa mga naging clients niya. Kapalit ng malaking halaga, si Betsy ay pumunta ng New York at nagpanggap bilang si Yuri Haruko. Kahit na walang kaalam-alam sa business world, naglakas loob lamang siyang magtungo doon. There she met Jack Wills, an American rugged looking guy who's convinced that Betsy is not the person who she said she is.

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A young woman who only wants to get away from the merciless and vicious alpha. This alpha repeatedly hurt her physically and emotionally. She was always found, though, so she was unable to flee. But what if the alpha later learns that she is expecting and he is the father? Will she be able to flee while keeping the child hidden? Or will she continue to be under her alpha's control?

เธอเป็นเพื่อนรุ่นน้องของแม่ผม และผมชื่นชอบเธอตั้งแต่วัยเยาว์ ความรู้สึกของผมก็ไม่เคยเปลี่ยน ความต้องการครอบครองในใจผมมีแต่เพิ่มมากขึ้นจนเรียนจบมหาวิทยาลัย

คำโปรย เพื่อความสุขของเด็กๆ เขายอมให้คู่แฝดชายหญิงตรงหน้าเรียกตนเองว่าคุณพ่อ โดยที่ไม่รู้เลยว่าทั้งสองเป็นลูกของคนที่กำลังตามหา เมื่อได้เจอเธอความสงสัยจึงเกิดขึ้นมากมาย เด็กสองคนนั้นเป็นลูกของใครตนพลาดอะไรไป

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! WARNING: MATURED CONTENT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! (Red Gabrielle Story) Huminto saglit sa pagtibok ng puso ni Yuri ng magkasalubong ang kanilang mata ni Red- ang lalaking kay dilim at kay lalim tumingin. Takbo... iyon ang babala ng kanyang utak- ngunit paano siya makakawala sa mala-bakal nitong mga bisig gayong sa tuwing sinusubukan niyang lumayo ay ibinabalik siya nito sa bisig nito? TRAPPED SERIES#4. Trapped Series Titles ⬇️ 1.Trapped with him (Alaric) COMPLETED 2.The lonely billionaire and his maid. (Damon) COMPLETED 3. His intention (Zandro) COMPLETED 4.Trapped in his wrath (Red) COMPLETED 5.Broken hearts and promises (Miguel)ONGOING 6. The hidden wife tears (Nickolas) SOON 7. The billionaire's trick (Liam) SOON 8.His dangerous trap. (Tres) SOON 9.Forbidden desire (Jack) SOON 10.The billionaire's secret love (Wendell) SOON Genre: ROMANCE/DARK ROMANCE/STEAMY READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Dirty Game Book 1: Sky Avenido is a typically quiet, mysterious, genius and boy next door in their school but looks can be deceiving. You don't know his real self. He's obsessed with her. Dirty Game Book 2: Austin Jimenez can't accept the loss of his battle against Sky Avenido to Reese Santillan's heart but he will do everything just to get the only girl he loved in his entire life, even if he does His Dirty Tactics. Dirty Game Book 3: "Y-Yuri? Anong ginagawa mo dito?" Nauutal kong tanong habang nakatingin sa lalakeng ilang araw nang ginugulo ang buhay ko. "Is that how you welcomed me? My bestfriend's girlfriend?" He smirked that I almost lost my breath. Sana hindi ko nalang siya nakilala. Sana hindi nalang siya ipinakilala sa akin ni Zane. He is Yuri Avenido. My boyfriend's bestfriend who wants me so badly. This is the Dirty Game series of Sky, Austin, and Yuri.

Yuri He wasn’t looking for anything pure or righteous. He’d never known tenderness, nor did he want to know. It didn’t fit with being Bratva. But when he met her, this tiny bundle of woman, he almost wished he were different. Something about her just appealed to a place deep inside him. A feeling he never realized was even there. She had reached down deep into his soul and taken a piece of him. For her, he almost wished he was different. Because now that he had tasted her he wouldn’t let her go. Raven She knew who he was and what he was but she never expected to be drawn to him. She had nothing to offer a man like him. He was one man she never should have met, let alone been allowed to taste. He was everything she’d ever dreamed of and so much more. She knew she should have walked away from him for her own sake. But if she did, she’d be nothing more than a shattered soul.

The wife of the richest man, Andre Walker, in town needs blood desperately after suffering from complications in childbirth. Upon realizing that she has a rare blood type, which I share, I don't hesitate to lend her a helping hand. In order to thank me properly, Andrew decides to gift me a villa located in the heart of the city as well as 30 million dollars in cash. My roommate, Vera Hawthorn, who always rides the high horse of morality, is pissed off when she finds out about the rewards. "Your blood is a part of your body! What's the difference between you selling your blood and selling your body? I can't imagine just how filthy and disgusting you are right now! "That man already has a wife, and yet you still throw yourself at him! You're no different from a homewrecker!" In my previous life, I was filled with shame after hearing Vera's brainwashing reasoning. Not only did I turn down Andre's rewards, but I also cut off all ties with all men in my life. Since then, I never attended any classes conducted by male lecturers, which resulted in me flunking many subjects even though I was about to graduate. So, the head of my department decided to delay my graduation. Left without a choice, I begged Vera to help tutor me in my studies, only for her to post my desperate visage on the Internet. "What an idiot! Independent women must solve every hardship they come across in this era! Don't you feel ashamed for asking me for help? "I can't believe you failed this many subjects! If I were you, I'd just kill myself!" The video went viral on the Internet. My desperate expression was made into a meme, which circulated around the Internet like crazy. Meanwhile, Vera became a famous influencer because of this incident. That night, I suffered from a mental breakdown and took my own life by overdosing on pills. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I'm about to donate my blood.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.