ellen foster novel

"Hai Tang? She's just the Hai family's foster daughter. I was only playing around with her. How could I possibly take her seriously? She can't even measure up to my status!" Upon hearing these words from Yu Heng's own mouth, Hai Tang finally realized how he truly saw her. She had liked this person for over twenty years. They had grown up together since childhood, with her always looking out for him, from running errands and doing homework for him to handling company affairs on his behalf. He had always accepted her kindness but pretended to be unaware of her feelings. Now, the words from his lips directly crushed Hai Tang's hopes. From that day on, Yu Heng's shadow completely disappeared. Even his friends around him were surprised. How could she let go so easily after following him for so long? At first, Yu Heng was nonchalant. In his eyes, Hai Tang's world revolved around him, and she wouldn't be able to survive without him. But as time went on and he waited, she never came back. When he started to panic and wanted to look for her, he realized that he couldn't find her, no matter how hard he looked. When they met again, his shadow was already entwined with someone else, and she had a radiant smile on her face. Yu Heng's reddened eyes were filled with tears as he asked the girl who used to belong to him, "Tangtang, I was wrong. Can we go back to the way things were?" Before the girl could speak, the man beside her stepped forward. His eyes filled with malice as he said, "I advise you to stay away from my wife."

In the house, there is an adorably mischievous sweet wife, she is cunning and sly yet delicate. She can be dominant, submissive, or a lolita; adorable, mature, or quirky. She is witty and lively, tearing apart scumbag men and women with ease. The spring breeze gently blows for ten miles, the time is right, and I love you~ When she picked up her intelligence again, she found everything had changed. When she discarded her soft-heartedness, she realized she could no longer be hurt. When she rolled up her sleeves, ready to work hard, she found that the aloof male god had entangled himself with her. He said affectionately, "All you need to do is behave, let me handle the scums."

After her mother’s death, seventeen-year-old Arielle Layton is sent to live on a remote farm with her new foster family. The Garren boys are tall, handsome, and fiercely protective, watching her with an intensity she can’t read… and isn’t sure she wants to. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Arielle uncovers a deadly family secret. One that shatters her world and pulls her into the center of a brutal feud she never knew existed. Now she’s caught between hot-headed brothers ready to fight first and bleed later, a rising pack war threatening to tear their land apart, and Casper Garren — the eldest, coldest, and most dangerous of them all. Every time they clash, the spark between them burns hotter. And it will either save them… or destroy the family she’s only just begun to belong to. ~.~ "Hey, Ari baby." A chill crawls down my spine at the way he says baby. "The wait is finally over."  "Wh-What are you talking about?" I start to back away from him but his hand shoots out fast and clamps on my wrist. He pulls me close and buries his nose in my hair, sniffing deeply.  I try to wriggle away, only to be rooted when he faces me and his eyes are bloodshot. A scream rips from my mouth and is quickly cut short with a fist around my neck.  "Don't ruin this, baby."  Dave's voice cuts over the pounding of my heart and the dark blur of tears in my eyes.  "Please…"  He laughs low and animalistic. "I promise, I'll go slow." And his teeth start growing longer and sharper until it's like looking at the mouth of a wild beast.  Another scream dies in my throat. My mind scrambles, but nothing has prepared me for this. Cold dread grips me as I realize nobody is coming to save me.  "Once I mark you," Dave leans in, his breath fanning my face, "then I'll keep you all to myself. And they won't—"  His words cut off abruptly, and the hands on me vanish with a loud crash. I stumble to the ground as a large wolf with pitch black fur stands between me and Dave, growling.  I hear someone shout my name from a distance, but my body is shaking and my mind is slipping away from the fright.  The last thing I see is the wolf leaping through the air and sinking fangs and claws into Dave's terrified face.  THIS BOOK CONTAINS: Mature language, mature themes, violence and gore.

#Gabby Alexandra Harrison Nama ku adalah Gabby Alexandra Harisson. Aku tak pernah mengenal yang namanya cinta. Walaupun usiaku saat ini sudah menginjak 20 tahun, akan tetapi aku tak pernah sekalipun berhubungan dengan seorang pria. Hal itu dikarenakan My Dad and My Mom yang selalu melarangku memiliki hubungan dengan pria manapun, apa lagi My Daddy yang sangat protektif dalam menjaga ku. Oleh sebab itu, tak ada sedikit pun pria yang berani mengencani ku. Namun, semua itu berubah ketika Daddy mengatakan cinta nya pada ku. Ya....mungkin ini gila!. Akan tetapi tak ku sangka sedikit demi sedikit rahasia yang Dad and Mom sembunyikan bertahun-tahun terbongkar. #Keynan Harrison Nama ku adalah Keynan Harisson, pria blasteran Turki dan New York. Aku memiliki seorang putri cantik, akan tapi itu bukan putri kandungku, melainkan putri yang sejak usia 3 tahun aku asuh karena sebuah insiden. Walaupun aku memiliki putri aku masih lajang, karena selama ini aku jatuh hati dengan putri ku sendiri sejak pertama kali aku Bertemu.

I accidentally came across a post pushed by the same city. "I'm 18 years old and I'm pregnant unexpectedly. What should I do?" The blogger who asked for help is the same age as my daughter. My throat choked up, and I felt heartache for this girl I had never met. It was only a week later that I found out that the post had been made by my daughter. How can that be? She has always been obedient and well-behaved.

Ana was a little girl who was an orphan she went home by home but no one liked her. Let's see what happens next .

Seventeen-year-old Dali Perkins is too smart for her own good and far too sarcastic for anyone else’s comfort. But sarcasm is her armor, her default setting, ever since her world shattered at thirteen when her parents died in a horrific accident. Taken in by their closest friends, the Simmons family, her godparents, Dali now lives in a lively, chaotic household that’s tried its best to soften her rough edges. Fiona and Dave, her foster parents, are warm and well-meaning. Their son Jayden is a goofball three years her junior. And then there’s Raven, the brooding eldest son who left abruptly to live with an uncle shortly after Dali moved in, convinced his presence only made things harder for her. Now Raven’s back. He’s twenty-one, in college, and still quietly magnetic in all the worst ways. Dali isn’t sure how to act around him—or how to suppress the feelings she’s harbored for years. What follows is a short, heartfelt love story between the guarded girl who hides behind wit, and the older boy who left to protect her. With an unexpected dash of humor, miscommunication, and a charming side couple who steal scenes as much as hearts, this is a romance about awkward beginnings, second chances, and the fine line between familiar and something more.

He ripe his light grey shirt in one jerk. Taking a small piece, he turns it around my wrist. A low hiss escapes from my lips causing his beautiful grey eyes to move from my wrist to my own green eyes. His breathing was calm and fanning lightly on my face. The way his eyes were looking at me make me feel dizzy. A tingling feeling boom in my stomach and that was so calming. But I know I can't think these things right now, not develop any feelings for him. Because he is emotionless, arrogant, and dangerous. Not only dangerous but danger himself. Without him, my life was okay because I was surviving. My past was dark, full of secrets. I want to make it bright but fails every time. But when I landed in Hawaii, my life changed. From there my story begins. I never thought my journey in Hawaii would end like that. But it starts again differently. Because their I met him. Copy right 2020© All rights reserved

The Real Hero The concrete felt colder at night. It pressed against Jay’s back, hard and unyielding, as if the city itself wanted to remind him that he didn’t belong. He pulled his jacket tighter, thin as it was, and tried to ignore the ache in his stomach—a hunger that had become as familiar as his own name. People passed by, eyes averted. Sometimes they muttered, “Get a job,” or “Why don’t you fix yourself?” as if he hadn’t tried. As if he hadn’t filled out dozens of applications, only to be told he didn’t have the right address, the right phone, the right look. As if he hadn’t stood in line at shelters, hoping for a bed, or waited at soup kitchens, hoping for a meal. He’d done everything he could. He’d swallowed his pride, asked for help, tried to keep hope alive in a world that seemed determined to snuff it out. But the system was a maze with no exit, and every door he found was locked tight. Still, every morning, Jay woke up and faced the day. He found a way to keep going, even when the weight of it all threatened to crush him. He found small reasons—a smile from a stranger, the warmth of the sun on his face, the memory of better days. He found ways to cope, ways to survive, even when survival felt like the hardest thing in the world. People judged him for how he coped, for the choices he made just to get through another day. But they didn’t see the courage it took to keep trying, to keep breathing, to keep living in a world that seemed to have no place for him. At the end of the day, Jay knew the truth: The real heroes weren’t the ones with money or power, the ones who looked away and pretended not to see. The real heroes were the ones who kept going, who kept fighting, who refused to give up, even when they had nothing left. And then, something changed. Jay started sharing his story with others who were struggling, not just with words but with actions—offering a blanket, a kind word, a moment of understanding. He showed that real kindness wasn’t about a camera or a headline; it was about seeing people, really seeing them, and caring enough to act. His message spread, one person at a time, creating a chain reaction of genuine kindness and care. People started helping each other, not for applause, not for a show, but because they finally understood what it meant to be human. Jay couldn’t help but think of all the so-called “kindness” he’d seen on TV, the staged generosity and choreographed smiles. Ellen DeGeneres, for example—did you ever stop and think maybe your show got canceled because the world needs real change, not just reel change? Maybe people are finally waking up to the fact that what we need isn’t a feel-good segment, but a movement of real compassion. As Jay watched the city lights flicker in the darkness, he realized that surviving wasn’t about fixing himself. It was about refusing to be broken by a world that didn’t care, and about inspiring others to do the same. It was about holding on, no matter what, and finding hope in the smallest of things—and in each other. That, he decided, was what it really meant to be alive. He can't afford to pay attention... and he did, what's your excuse?! it's not about who you help Ellen you've helped so many people right? who did you ignore!? and yet I'm called crazy you claim you want to help people but then the people who actually need your help you avoid at the request of people you don't even question y!!! wh

"Seriously, the adopted child is considering fighting for the throne" "hah so funny he wants to sit on my board it's impossible" ... "he seriously killed all his brothers without mercy, it's too cruel" "You can't kill me, I'm your father, right?" "Someone like you can't be emperor"