oui oui generique

Je pensais pouvoir faire fonctionner mon mariage sans sexe. Qui a besoin de sexe quand on a l'amour, n'est-ce pas ? J'avais tort, terriblement tort. Il s'est avéré que mon mari était capable d'avoir des relations sexuelles, finalement. Juste pas avec moi. Il préférait... ma mère. Je les ai surpris au lit ensemble. Alors, j'ai pensé que je devais sauter d'un pont. J'y ai rencontré un inconnu. Je lui ai donné ma première fois sur un coup de tête. Après une nuit de sexe époustouflant, j'ai quitté sa maison en pensant que je ne le reverrais plus jamais. Puis, je suis allée à la fête de fiançailles de ma tante. Elle a exhibé son fiancé devant moi. C'était l'inconnu. Et il était sur le point de devenir mon oncle.

Alexander Weaver 'WAS' a Prodigy in the Food World. Known for his Pastry and South East Asia Cuisine. Good looking, charming, and have a well-proportioned body.An Ikemen He Becomes a Professional Chef at the age of 11 and the Head Chef of Brasserie Les Halles in his 15. It's all good until he cooked at the UN conference, it's a disaster! Peoples are poisoned but luckily no one's dead. Did the prodigy make a mistake? sabotaged? or simply because he's not a 'Prodigy' anymore?. Then suddenly he's vanished without any explanation. Is he dead? did the Presidents kill him, he quickly becomes one of the most wanted men in the world. People dubbed him as the greatest shame of the Cooking World. As more Prodigies come and go, people started to forget him. And 3 Years later, there's a report that someone saw him in a Rural County in Indonesia?. Where was he in this 3 years' time? Isekai?.What? it seems he's gone crazy. I didn't know why I decided to write this shit. Maybe because of watching too much MasterChef/Hells Kitchen? LUL

Je l'ai aimé pendant neuf ans. J'ai abandonné ma carrière pour notre bébé. Il a installé sa maîtresse dans la chambre du bébé. Pendant que je vomissais à cause des nausées matinales, il l'emmenait en rendez-vous. Il a osé me traiter de "femme amère et jalouse". Il avait raison. Il pense que je suis faible. Il va bientôt découvrir à quel point une femme amère peut être forte.

Une semaine avant le mariage, mon fiancé, Julian Vanderbilt, l'héritier de la fortune Vanderbilt, a soudainement changé notre lieu de mariage pour une station de ski à Aspen. Ses amis le taquinaient. "Juste parce que Scarlett voulait un mariage 'Pays des Merveilles d'Hiver', tu as déplacé toute la cérémonie ? Tu n'as même pas prévenu Audrey ? Et si elle se présentait dans un lieu vide ?" "En plus, la villa au bord de la falaise de Newport était le choix d'Audrey. Tu crois vraiment qu'elle va accepter ?" Julian a dit avec désinvolture : "Elle a survécu à un horrible accident de voiture qui l'a laissée couverte de cicatrices, juste pour m'apporter un dossier crucial. Elle ne va pas faire d'histoires pour un changement de lieu. De toute façon, elle s'occupe des détails—elle verra les emails de l'organisatrice." Je me tenais dehors, écoutant silencieusement. Puis, je me suis éclipsée sans un mot. Quand le jour est enfin arrivé, Julian a appelé depuis Aspen, sa voix empreinte de panique. "La cérémonie est sur le point de commencer. Où es-tu ?" J'ai contemplé les eaux scintillantes depuis la villa au bord de la falaise de Newport et j'ai répondu calmement : "Je suis déjà là. Et mon mariage est sur le point de commencer, aussi."

Le jour du mariage, l'homme que j'aimais depuis seize ans a volé ma robe de mariée et s'est enfui avec son assistante. Son frère m'a menti en me disant qu'il m'attendait au bureau des mariages. Quand je suis revenue sur les lieux du mariage, il n'y avait plus que des débris. La cérémonie de mariage de mon fiancé et de son assistante était terminée. Le faux certificat de mariage rouge dans ma main était extrêmement éblouissant au milieu des rires autour de moi. Il s'est avéré que j'étais un clown. Je me suis retournée, j'ai pris mon téléphone et j'ai composé le numéro de la demande en mariage que j'avais refusée d'innombrables fois : "M. Harrison, je suis prête à accepter votre proposition."

Flesh and bone, blood and viscera are his to command. He walks the streets, wandering, looking for his next prey. Some say he's a vampire, a vile stalker of the night. Others a mad necromancer, whose unspeakable curses fell back on himself and twisted him beyond mortality. More still call him a sign, a message from the Powers Above and Below that humanity has been lacking, and thus must be tested once again. One thing they all know for sure; nobody knows how to kill him.

Theo, an ordinary college student struggling with recurring nightmares, stumbles upon a mysterious, sinister-looking notebook after a strange encounter on his way home. Intrigued by its bizarre, blinking symbols that seem to draw him in, Theo ignores his instincts and picks it up, only to suffer. Desperately trying to make sense of the situation, he finds himself transported to an unfamiliar world, a place where the night sky is painted with galaxies and magic is real. Lost and without a way back home, Theo encounters strange beings and supernatural events that make him question his own sanity. As he explores this new world..

Mia life was very hardful and motivationfull life so plz read my story and hope u all like it ✨

Since their existence they've become a new definition of destiny. Once they come off age their souls searches for the other half and when they meet they merge like yin and yang balancing each other, balancing the world.....

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"