escaflowne episodes

12 Episodes. One Man. One Scar. A Love Story That Gets You Wet. Tehila is tired. Of prayers that echo, Of bills that bite, Of being the “strong choir girl” while her heart bleeds behind hymns. Then He texts. No pickup line, No “send pics.” Just: “Good evening, Tehila, Heaven didn’t mute you.” He knows her dead dad’s journal, He quotes posts she deleted, He pays her ₦237,500 debt without asking her name twice, He sends voice notes that sound like home at 2am. His name? El. His DP? Black. His scar? Above his left eyebrow, like life tried him, and he kept the receipt. Every time Tehila tries to run, El is already there. In her kitchen, In her brother’s dream, In the rice Aunty Bisi “randomly” cooked during her garri weeks. He doesn’t ask for her body, He asks for her. He doesn’t leave when she blocks him, He waits. He doesn’t fear her scars, He touches his own and says, “I keep mine too.” But who IS El? A stalker with good intentions? A rich stranger with a savior complex? An Angel figure assigned to broken girls? Or the Man she’s been praying to without knowing His number? Each episode, Tehila gets a DM that undoes her. A voice note that heals her panic. A stranger who calls her childhood nickname. A defender in her comment section. A breakup that feels like surgery. And every time she asks, “Who are you?” He smiles and says: “I saw you long before you noticed Me.” 12 love stories. 12 debts paid. 12 times she almost ran. Until the 12th DM… when Tehila realizes every “El” she’s been falling for… was One. This isn’t a romance series. It’s an investigation. And the last DM will make you throw your phone, your bible, and your doubt on the floor. DMs FROM EL ROI...!!! He’s been typing. Have you been reading? Episode 1 drops soon. Stay seen...

Deja desperately wants to be the average teenager despite being born and living with a rare heart condition. It's been a year since she moved from France to attend high school in Ordinary Town, America leaving behind her true identity which she keeps as a secret from her friends. She has everything a girl her age could ask for. She dates Jeremiah Mckenzie, the school's star quarterback. She's popular and goes to all the best parties every weekend. But it's not enough. She still wants more. Will it all prove to be too much?

Friends to lovers now everything even fate is unknown...

the poison in love

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Trying to escape from a big mansion from his Ex-Lover who was addicted to her. Thats wasn't love, thats addiction. Can it kill you?

He promised love. He delivered chains. She thought she slipped through his grasp, but the whispers, the shadows, the eyes in the dark say otherwise. Escape is never simple. Escaped is never certain. And sometimes, the prison follows you.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

She crashed her cheating fiancé's wedding in mourning attire and walked out with a marriage certificate from the most dangerous man in the city. Sparkle Gold thought she had it all: a booming agency, a loving fiancé, and a rising-star cousin she raised with her own hands. Then she woke up in a car speeding toward the ocean and overheard the two people she trusted most plotting her death. She survived. She kept the evidence. And she showed up at their wedding to reveal the truth! What she didn't expect? The owner of the Sanctus—cold, ruthless billionaire Evan Saint—dragging her straight to the marriage bureau. "You wrecked my banquet hall. Consider this your payment plan." Now publicly married to a man she once chased ten years ago, Sparkle has a new mission: destroy the people who stole her company, reclaim her place in the entertainment industry, and win Best Actress. --- He married her for leverage. She stayed for revenge. Neither expected to fall.

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!