¿game Over? No Para Mí

Con nueve meses de embarazo, un exempleado, que guardaba un profundo rencor tras haber sido despedido para darle ese puesto a mi esposo, me llevó a la fuerza a la azotea del edificio y me asestó decenas de puñaladas. Mi marido, Víctor Escobar, capitán de un escuadrón de rescate, prefirió movilizar a todo su personal para impedir que Raquel Herrera, su exnovia, sumida en una depresión, le prendiera fuego a su departamento. No le supliqué que viniera a rescatarme. En mi vida anterior, precisamente porque lo había llamado suplicándole ayuda, él había dejado desprotegida a Raquel y había ido corriendo a salvarme. Mi bebé y yo logramos sobrevivir, pero ella, después de prenderle fuego a su departamento, murió consumida por el incendio. En apariencia, Víctor no me había guardado ningún rencor. Incluso llegó a reservarme una suite de maternidad privada. Sin embargo, el mismo día que di a luz, me amarró ¡y nos acuchilló sin piedad, a mí y a mi bebé recién nacido! —¡Ese día tú y ese tipo se pusieron de acuerdo para engañarme, ¿no es así?! ¡Tus «heriditas» no eran nada graves! ¡Ni de chiste te ibas a morir! —exclamó, fuera de sí—. ¡Pues, si tanto te encanta que te apuñalen, entonces, te daré el gusto! Cuando volví a abrir los ojos, había regresado al día en que me habían tomado como rehén. Pero, esta vez, tomé una decisión: lo dejaría correr para salvar a su Raquel.

Pada malam perayaan ulang tahun pernikahan kami yang pertama, aku tergeletak di atas karpet merah darah, hampir tak bernyawa. Suamiku, Mason, seorang bos mafia, justru merangkul teman masa kecilnya, Yani, sambil menikmati sampanye dan bercakap dengan gembira. Yani tahu aku alergi wijen. Jadi dia membuat setiap hidangan malam ini disiram saus wijen. Aku baru menggigit satu suap. Tenggorokanku langsung membengkak, paru-paruku seperti terbakar, dan ruam merah menjalar di kulitku. Di ambang sesak napas, aku mengerahkan seluruh tenagaku untuk meraih obat alergi di dalam sakuku. Tapi obat itu meleleh, lengket di telapak tanganku. Obatku ternyata telah ditukar menjadi kacang cokelat M&M! Melihat ekspresiku yang tak percaya, Yani tertawa. "Kejutan! Aku sengaja menyuruh Mason mengganti obatmu." "Kita semua tahu kamu cuma pura-pura alergi. Siapa sih yang cuma makan sedikit wijen saja langsung pingsan? Lebay banget." Aku terjatuh dari kursi, berbaring di lantai sambil susah payah bernapas. Di telingaku terdengar suara orang-orang lain yang sedang bertaruh berapa lama aku akan ‘berakting’ kali ini. "Mason… berikan obatku…" Aku memohon dengan suara parau. "Kumohon… aku benar-benar akan mati…" Dia menghela napas. "Drama banget. Kalian perempuan bisa nggak sih berhenti pakai kata ‘mati’ buat mengancam laki-laki? Apa aku belum cukup mencintaimu?" "Yani benar. Selama aku nggak peduli, kamu sendiri yang akan berhenti dengan akting murahan ini." Saat itu, hatiku terasa lebih sakit daripada tenggorokanku. Aku tak lagi menjelaskan apa pun. Dengan tangan gemetar, aku mengirim sinyal permintaan bantuan kepada keluargaku.

I transmigrated into a dating-sim otome game where I was supposed to romance a soft, fragile male lead. I had finally pushed him onto the bed and was just about to make my move when the long-missing system finally popped back online. [Host, I sent you to the wrong game. This is a horror game.] [The man you’re bullying right now is the horror game final boss.] I lifted my head and met a pair of blood-red eyes staring straight at me. My smile froze. “Um… you look a little tired. Maybe we should… continue this another day?” He smiled back, calm and terrifying. “I’m not tired. Go on.”

She walked away from her cold, loveless marriage... only to discover she carried the one thing they would stop at nothing to claim. Alina Hart never imagined her life would become bound to the Vaughn dynasty, Atheria’s most powerful family, where legacy mattered more than love. To the Vaughn's, she was simply the bride chosen for Sebastian, a match arranged for convenience. And to Sebastian Vaughn himself, she was a responsibility he accepted out of duty, not desire. Until one night changed everything. The only night he ever dropped his guard, and the only night she believed they had a future. By morning, he called it a mistake. By evening, a betrayal had a name: Natasha Fairfax, the socialite his mother loved, ready to take the place Alina never really had. Alina left, vanishing into the town of Marlowe. She soon learned she hadn't just left a husband; she was pregnant with the heir the Vaughn's would one day come for. Six years later, she returns. She is no longer the discarded wife, but a strong woman with her own power, her own name... and a secret that could destroy their empire. The Vaughn's want their legacy. Sebastian wants the truth. Natasha still wants her place. Alina wants only one thing: to protect what is hers. Their dynasty demanded an heir... she became their reckoning.

Contains strong language: My parents died, my sister died, my brothers left, and I was left to a man who thought we were pawns in his play. You know the type of people who say "it gets better" they're lying to you, because it just keeps getting worse. How the hell did I end up in a gang? Well, this is that story

My name is Caleb Greyson, I’m eighteen, unwanted by my parents, unwanted by God, abandoned by the only boy I ever loved—traded out like garbage for my mother’s sister.So if you’re looking for a happy love story, you will be disappointed.The university of Delaware would save me, or that’s what I thought, somewhere I could forget who I used to be.The old red buildings, beautiful towering trees, sunlight reflecting on ancient stones, everything looked perfect from the outside. Who knew pretty things could have sharp teeth?Now I’m trapped in a cracked room, with Lukas Carter, a closeted, arrogant and angry hockey player, deep in denial for a roommate.Then Tony, sweet, lonely Tony, who built his life around Lukas, gave up his whole future just to be close to Lukas. Standing in the same place for years, just waiting to be wanted.I didn’t want to get close, didn’t want to care. But we’re all slaves to loneliness. Now I’m drowning in secrets, addictions, and the wreckage of boys who only know ruin, need and the ugly parts of wanting too much from people who never promised anything.And Tyler Brown? I don’t want to talk about him.

Elaina Hernandez grew up in a poor family. She is the eldest of eight siblings. Because of the poverty, and the numbers off siblings she failed to study.Until Oliver Arkin Delavega a businessman and rich man,came into her life. He immediately proposed marriage to her. She rejected him several times because of her status and their life span.Langit ito,habang siya naman ay lupa. But the your Delavega did not stop him. He did everything he could. And it succeeded. But she never thought that by marrying a Delavega ay magiging usap usapan at tampulan siya ng pangungutya.Pang aalipusta sa mismong pamilya ng kanyang asawa.Sa pag papakasal ni Elaina kay Arkin ay naging magulo ang buhay niya. Tiniis niya ang pananakit sa kanya ni Donya Octavia. Alang -alang kay Arkin na mahal niyang Asawa.Ngunit hanggang saan nga ba Ang kayang gawin na pag titiis ni Elaina kung pati ang asawa niya ay tila sinukuan na rin siya. Paano kung malaman niya ang tunay na dahilan kung bakit siya pinakasalan ng kanyang asawa. Magagawa parin kaya niyang ipaglaban ito,o tuluyan ng sukuan ang pagmamahal niya para sa asawa.

Depois de ser empurrada escada abaixo pela queridinha do meu marido, morri de parto no canto da escada do hospital particular da família Moreira. Antes de morrer, meu filho de seis anos chorou, implorando para que seu pai me salvasse. Na primeira vez, Davi Moreira apenas riu com desprezo: — Sua mãe ficou esperta, hein? Usando a criança para bancar a coitadinha e me enganar. E, dito isso, afastou a mão do menino sem nenhuma piedade e foi embora. Na segunda vez, meu filho disse que eu não parava de sangrar. Davi respondeu com impaciência no rosto: — Que exagero... Foi só um aborto espontâneo. Nada demais. Ela que gosta de drama! Depois de expulsar o menino, ele ainda ordenou aos médicos que nnguém deve cuidar de mim. — A culpa é minha por tê-la mimado demais. Sem sofrer, ela nunca vai aprender. Na última vez, meu filho se ajoelhou diante da amante dele, batendo a cabeça no chão, suplicando por mim. Davi explodiu de raiva e mandou os seguranças jogarem o menino, todo machucado, para fora do quarto, enquanto todos riam dele. — Se ousar incomodar a recuperação da Marina mais uma vez, mando sua mãe embora da família Moreira e você nunca mais vai vê-la! Meu filho rastejou até mim, deixando um rastro de sangue no chão. Dessa vez, você conseguiu. Nossos corpos estão frios. Nunca mais nos verá nesta vida.

Zara Queen lives her life in bold colors. She dances for a living—literally—as one of the top performers at Club Mirage. Fierce, flirty, and unapologetically herself, she’s used to being wanted… but never truly seen. When her apartment floods, she ends up crashing with Liam Carter, a grumpy, emotionally closed-off single dad who thinks Zara is the human equivalent of chaos. He wants silence. She lives out loud. "You don’t belong in my world, Zara." “Then why do you keep looking at me like I’m the only thing keeping you alive?" Their roommate agreement had one rule: no touching. But rules were made to be broken, especially when sparks start flying and hearts start healing. "You strip for strangers, but the way you look at me... it’s like I’m the only one who’s ever seen you." As the lines blur between comfort and desire, Liam and Zara must ask themselves: can love grow in the space between damage and desire?

Moans. I hear moans. "Ugh! Faster!" I covered my ears like an innocent child hoping that they would quite down. I ran back down the kitchen and drank a glass of water. I'm not paid enough for this. Thinking back and I was already regretting my life decisions— NOT! Now that I have discovered how much of a big womanizer this fiancée of mine is, I think I now have a reason to dump him. Disguised as his maid is so hard just to get intel unto what his true colors actually are. Honestly wasn't the best idea, but it definitely is the most efficient one. I sat on the counter of the kitchen and rested my head on the table over my folded arms. Perhaps a nap might help innocent me up. Just when slumber finally came, I heard sloppy footsteps coming down the staircase. The "young master" finally finished his business. I went to meet them at the bottom of the stairs to greet his lady friend safety on her way home. "I can't wait for tomorrow night," she said in a seductive tone and batted her lashes on him. I held back my urge to barf. Her arms are all over him as if she was the drunk one when in fact it was my good for nothing fiancé. "You're too loud," Timothee replied as it was his way of rejecting girls. And yes, another girl cried that night. She won't be expecting to sleep with him again. As the lady went out the door, I look at the young master. His hair wet, topless and jeans unbuttoned. "Don't drool over me, scullery maid." And with that he went back up. Jerk!