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Hay algo profundamente solitario en la experiencia de amar y no ser correspondida. Algo desgarrador que no se puede nombrar con precisión, pero que se siente en cada rincón del alma, como un vacío que no cesa de expandirse. El amor, a veces, no es el salvavidas que esperas. No es el faro en medio de la tormenta, ni la promesa eterna de una felicidad compartida. No. El amor, en su forma más cruel, es la sombra que persigue los momentos de claridad, la mentira disfrazada de esperanza, el sueño que se deshace entre los dedos tan pronto como lo tocas. Una historia de desamor, de dolor, de arrepentimiento, pero también de aprendizaje. De las cicatrices que se quedan, no como heridas abiertas, sino como marcas que nos recuerdan quiénes éramos y quiénes nos hemos convertido. Es un relato sobre lo que significa amar en silencio, sufrir en soledad y, finalmente, aprender a redescubrirse a uno mismo en la quietud de la ruptura. No es una historia de redención, ni de promesas de un amor que lo cure todo. Es, más bien, una historia de aceptación, de aceptación del dolor, del desarraigo y de la pérdida. Porque en la vida, lo único que verdaderamente perdura es el aprendizaje que sacamos de todo lo que vivimos.

¿Te imaginas que tu padre fuera tu peor enemigo? No te lo puedes imaginar ¿Verdad?. Pues yo no me lo imagino, porque es asi, simplemente mi padre me odia y la razón es que. Mi madre murio en el parto. ¿Te imaginas que tu padre intente matarte?. Yo no me lo imagino, ya que es asi. Toda mi vida ha sido así, muchos se quejan porque en su cumpleaños no le regalan el ultimo telefono o los zapatos que dijerón otros porque no estuvierón con ellos y otros porque no lo felicitaron o le hicieron una gran fiesta. Yo no me quejo y lo unico que he recibido es que mi padre me maldiga o sentirme mas culpable por la muerte de mi madre. Esa noche, cuando vi a ese chico mudarse a la casa de al lado nunca pense que llegaria a quererlo como ahora o que tenia salvación de ese agujero en el que me habia metido. El es un chico guapo, inteligente y muy cursi, es de esos hombres que no les da miedo llorar o abmitir que tienen sentimientos, pero se que algunas cosas no me las conto por...miedo, me prometí a protejerlo de mi padre no solo a el si no a mis hermanas y nuevos amigos desde cerca o desde lejos y hací lo hare NOTA: Esta historia no tiene escenas eroticas para lo que buscan eso. ya que soy una niña de doce años gracias y espero que les gusts

El Reino de Joseon, un reino donde todos los omegas habían sido asesinados a sangre fría. Los pocos sobrevivientes que quedaron, huyeron y se escondieron, vivieron durante muchos años escondiendo su verdadera identidad. Pero uno de ellos decidió vengar a su familia, ideando un plan para entrar al palacio, matar al Rey y a todos los que lo servían. Sin embargo, no todo sale según lo previsto.

Una storia ispirata ad eventi reali che racconta il lato più buio delle università, quello lontano dalle lauree e i premi ma vicino alla sofferenza degli esami e la pressione delle famiglie. Una storia che nasce per prendere in giro la Dark Academia ma poi ne diventa vittima. Uno studioso di lettere classiche appena arrivato all'università prova a sfuggire ad una vita ordinaria con i suoi nuovi amici ma i loro rapporti si faranno intricati e uno di loro finirà per perdere la vita. Playlist consigliata https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0jJz2ICfhDtdZUyjviXPb3?si=59f07241ade04377

In the luminescent heart of Altheria, young Orion navigates a world where dreams are not mere figments but potent forces shaping reality. From the vibrant streets of Eclipsia to the mystical energies of the Dream Well, Orion's journey is a vivid tapestry of resilience and transformation. After a heart-wrenching tragedy shatters his youthful innocence, he vows with fiery determination, "No darkness can swallow the dreams that fuel my spirit." Under the mentorship of the wise and jovial Grimshaw, Orion blossoms into a beacon of hope, ready to carve a path of justice in a realm echoing with the whispers of dreams.

A second-chance romance as scorching hot as a baseball diamond in August. Slater "Savage" Harlow Winning the MVP award for the Birmingham Bandits last year was the highlight of my baseball career. It was the culmination of childhood dreams, calculated adult decisions, sacrifice, and a hell of a lot of focus. Tearing my ACL in spring training? Not what I expected at all. Now I'm home, in small town Georgia, rehabbing in the comfort of my own home, with people I know. I'm connecting with friends I haven't had time to talk to in years, spending days at home with my parents, and getting to watch my little brother play minor league baseball. What I don't expect is to see Malone Fulcher walking into Del's Diner one morning while having my coffee and egg whites. She's the old flame, the one who got away, and the woman I compare all others to. Malone Fulcher Spending the summer in my hometown wasn't what I had planned, but it's what I need. Recovering from a hard year, both personally and professionally, I need to reconnect with who I am. When my mom encouraged me to come home and do some soul searching, I can't say no. Memories are all over this small town, from the Baptist Church to the east field on my parents farm, to the diner. On my second day in town, I decide to go in, memories be damned. I lost my breath as soon as I saw "Savage" Harlow sitting alone at a booth. Our eyes lock, my heart flutters, and my hands shake - all the same way they did back in high school. But back then we couldn't make it work. Going our separate ways to differing colleges, we decided we weren't meant to be. A decade later, as soon as our eyes meet, I'm wondering if we were right, because those green eyes of his do nothing but take me to a past that I can see being my future. MVP was created by Laramie Briscoe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

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A city girl who was forced by her parents to move back with them at the country side where both of her parents grow up. But little did she know she’s going to meet the guy who capture her heart for the first time. Is she going to let her heart fall or stay heartless and cold?

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Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.