joanie thursday

Angel has always wanted more from Quinn, but would rather have the man as his best friend than not at all.<br><br>When Quinn shows up and announces its Champagne Thursday, Angel is surprised. A dance, a confession, and some heartfelt conversation isn’t what Angel expected, but can it move these friends to the place they both long to go?

Clea Maria Montero, never wishes to have a husband that could bought her whatever she wanted. She just wanted to live her life alone, wanting to be in herself in a room where she is the only one inside. She's very mysterious, introvert, nerd, and weird. Not until she was bound to married a well-known psychiatrist who works in one of the famous hospital in London. Castiel Dela Fuente, a well-known psychiatrist, who is far away from Clea's personality. He is very light, always smile, and gentle. Everyone wanted him to be their boyfriend, to be their husband. But only he chooses, Clea, the opposite type of her. Clea always call him 'Tuesday' since his name is related to an Angel in Tuesday. They never knew what love meant for them, but as they cherish each moment of time, they finally succeeded life and love. Not until the time when one dark moment suddenly effaced their relationship like a fresh leaf, sooner and sooner it turned brown and dry, and will died soon. "If today is the day, would you be my Thursday?" Clea's asked him in a low voice. Castiel smiled in a most sweetest way. "I will be your Thursday, you could be my Angel."

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A dark fantasy tale following a wounded spirit caught between faith, rebellion, and the crushing weight of a world ruled by divine authority. In a realm where Holy Knights enforce sacred law and peace is built upon sacrifice, one broken family becomes the center of an unfolding conflict, where belief, power, and humanity collide. As hidden truths surface and loyalties fracture, each choice pushes the line between salvation and destruction further out of reach.

A Cold War ghost operative drives Route 66 while receiving impossible transmissions from a future that has not happened yet. Each city reactivates fragments of a classified program that rewrote his identity. The road is not escape—it is a system.

‘Cathy and Joan’ is a fictional, romantic and very touching story which focuses on England during the Stuart period, a period when the distance between the rich and the poor in England had no bounds. The poor had no connection with the rich, but Joanna (Joan), an adopted poor little girl, had remarkable potentials which earned her the love and friendship of a little princess of England called Catherine (Cathy) Catherine showed how crazily in love she suddenly became with Joanna on the first day they met each other, when her body guard tried to separate her from Joanna and she hugged Joanna in response and refused to let go. ‘she is coming with me’ she cried and when this was finally resolved, she untied the ribbon on her beautiful long hair and tied Joanna’s tattered hair together as a sign of their covenant. Their unique friendship was supposed to last forever and it was supposed to stand as a convincing proof that the rich and the poor in great England would eventually unite one day. On the other hand, Joanna’s foster mother wasn’t comfortable with Joanna’s friendship with Catherine because she believed the rich were unquestionable bullies and the poor were always the victim and Cathy would make no difference. She believed Joan’s relationship with Cathy would eventually put Joan in to trouble. When the love birds grew, it looked like Joan’s foster mother was right for the tide turned and Cathy became the insanely jealous beast that furiously devoured poor Joanna- Wait! Lest I forget, before this ironical incident occurred, Cathy was about to tell Joanna a horror story and may be Cathy didn’t actually murder her childhood friend in cold blood, may be Cathy made that up in her horror story just to simultaneously scare and amuse her friend.

In a magical world where there are magical creatures, mythological beings, elves, orcs, dwarfs, human giants, there are 10 kingdoms of each race Cralired, Qeir, Ceacan, Craelian, Dwohav, Astirahan Droawan, Sevayma, Onelalian these kingdoms of every race will look for the sword of fire that they have been looking for 100 years in this world they can't trust and nobody because anyone can betray, kill, conspire, everything bad, so the characters will do everything to survive in this world in this world there is no hero or villain everyone is bad other good but everyone will do some shit to win the throne with the sword or for himself. Good reading

Sob a Coroa do Desejo Em Calêndria, profecias não são apenas histórias antigas — são armas. Quando Íris chega ao reino marcada como presságio de ruína, todos acreditam saber quem ela é: a estrangeira que trará guerra durante o eclipse anunciado. Criada entre desconfianças e corredores de pedra, ela aprende cedo que o poder veste máscaras e que as lendas podem ser moldadas por mãos interessadas. Vinícius, herdeiro do trono, foi ensinado a governar de cima. Mas ao descer para a Vila do Campo, descobre que reinos não se sustentam com decretos — e sim com mãos sujas de terra e escolhas difíceis. Entre o peso da coroa e a verdade do povo, ele precisa decidir que tipo de rei deseja ser. Enquanto isso, Raven — o demônio que ri demais para ser apenas vilão — transita entre sombras e ironias, observando o tabuleiro político com um olhar que enxerga além da guerra anunciada. E Beatriz, presa entre o sangue e o amor, descobre que lealdade pode ser a prisão mais silenciosa de todas. Quando o eclipse finalmente cobre o céu, a verdade vem à tona: a profecia foi manipulada. A antiga lenda não falava de destruição, mas de união entre Calêndria e Brumélia. E o que parecia destino era, na verdade, medo disfarçado. Sob a coroa do desejo, cada personagem precisará escolher — poder ou verdade, herança ou liberdade, guerra ou encontro. Porque às vezes o fim de um reino não começa com espadas. Começa com alguém dizendo: não. E algumas sombras… não encerram a história. Elas anunciam outra.

Year 1218 (Prequel to Vampire Chronicles) Joanna had suddenly lost her father in the hands of witches all in one day, Her friend Cory takes her to a ball in the kingdom of Ediessa where the great lord Alonso resides there. She was also given a task to do from her fellow chief that is also her grandfather to deliver a message while she is there. Joanna didn't know she would have to pay for her grandfathers debt only to become a personal maid to serve the Alonso but she doesn't know that Lord Alonso wants her for himself. Joanna & Lord Alonso(Preview) "My dear Joanna, there is no where to go you can't fight me here" Alonso stepped closer towards her holding his hands out as she took steps back holding the make shift blade in her hands. "Why are you doing this! Why are following me everywhere I go! I don't understand it milord. The way you look at me is frightening.."Joanna was hesitant seeing his dark red eyes look into hers. She feared that the lord would kill her for something so small. The stories she heard about him wasn't a good look for him but she was sure that he didn't care for anyones opinon about him except for her. "Everytime you try and run away from me it just makes me want to chase you even more. Your going to be all mine no man shall touch you but I my beautiful Joanna." Alonso gave her a smile that was filled with insanity. Joanna knew the lord was deranged but she didn't know what was in store for her next.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"