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To my love Bella. How have you been? I hope you are fine and will remain fine after reading my letter. I’m glad I fell in love with you and thank you for loving me back. Unfortunately we can't build a relationship even if you can accept me with my virus i can't accept it. So I want you to move on and be happy with someone who can love you the right way. Please forgive me to say this, but am sure that as you read this am already in New York City. Forgive me and always remember that i love you and will always do . I will wait for you Bella and will come back when I’m free from this virus. Thank you for coming into my life. SIGNED MIKE . I couldn't believe my eyes after reading the letter, i took my phone and called his number but it sent me to voicemail so i called Nick who picked up, almost immediately. ”Hello Bella". ”Where is Mike?” ”Ermm…”. ”Just tell me if it’s true that he went to New York?” " Forgive me Bella, but as we speak, he is in New York, he is staying there for his college degree". I felt tears flow freely from my face as i end the call. I ran out of the house without a destination, I ran as far as my legs could carry me in tears. "Mike, please don't go". I cried.

I’ve been married to Seth Prescott for five years. Whenever I so much as brushed against him, he’d force me to soak my hands in a bleach solution and recite a “family motto” about purity he’d invented. But once, I accidentally grazed the vivid red tattoo on his wrist—the one he’d gotten for another woman. Though Seth flew into a rage and stormed out, he didn’t make me soak my hands in bleach this time. I naively thought a crack had finally formed in his frozen heart. I didn’t understand his “mercy” until two days later, when I learned that my first night was to be the grand prize in Sterling City's most depraved high-stakes poker game. As Seth's friends sized me up with lecherous, assessing eyes, he scrubbed at the spot I’d touched with an alcohol wipe, his face a stony mask, as if I’d infected him with the plague. "Did she just touch Hailey's design? The nerve. Who does she think she is? God, I can't even stand to look at her."

The fake heiress is allergic to lies; she sneezes and breaks out in a rash whenever she hears one. On the first day I was brought back, the fake heiress's entire body became red and swollen, with tears and snot streaming down her face. From then on, my entire family deemed me a compulsive liar with a terrible character. Later, my Grandmother, who was paralyzed from a stroke, fell down the stairs. I had just shaken my head and said it wasn't me. Unexpectedly, the next second, the fake heiress's allergy flared up, and she went into shock on the spot. Father was furious, Mother cried and cursed. My Brother went as far as to slap me across the face: "How could our Valerius Family have a vicious scourge like you!" I was humiliated, retaliated against, and tortured. It was not until after my death that I finally learned the fake heiress's secret.

When you think everything is fine, everything is perfect but at some point everything turns upside down. Just one night changes everything and everyone tells you that you are not YOU. You see that you just do not exist. What will you do next? How long will you last until you forget who you are too

A Tall Wall. A man with forgotten ambition. A room of dread. A hope slowly extinguishing. And a motivation from sudden rumination. Can he escape?

What happens when the world you live in was not the same. When you see your reality shatter right in front of you, your ideals, your common sense, everything shatter. Then a dragon came out of the hiding who was living in your house for quiet a long time. then after that you were attacked by a Vampire, then from a werewolf and then everything you can think off. "What the fuck just happened". That's the only he could say. ================================== ================================ Get Daily updates on my P.atreon Link:- https://www.pa.treon.com/Daoist0TtDC5 You can also support me PayPal :- https://paypal.me/Daoist0TtDC5?country.x=MY&locale.x=ms_MY Give me Ko-Fi :- https://ko-fi.com/daoist0ttdc5 Join my discord for Photos :- https://discord.gg/kkMJyNvvgD

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"Let me go you bastard!" I screamed at Callan but my screams just made him enjoy my struggle. Fucking sicko! "Stop fighting it Anaïs, we're mates and you can't change that" he told me calmly as if he hadn't just asked me to do the one thing that I could never imagine doing. Loving Callan Baraed.. "Let me go Callan or I will kill you!" I screamed at him again. I tried to push him away, I tried to pry my hands away from his deadly hold but it was all in vain. Callan was an Alpha and his strength was unmatched especially to that of mine, a regular pack she-wolf. "Anaïs, you're mine and no power in this entire universe can change that" he whispered in my ear making sparks fly around us, electricity was shooting through my blood as if I'd put my finger inside a power socket. Fucking mate bond! "You're dreaming Callan! We're like the opposite poles of a magnet, we're the last people meant to be together. The goddess made a mistake" I told him. He was the guy I've hated forever and now the fates are telling me I have to love him? That went against every molecule of my body. "The goddess never makes a mistake and opposites attract princess" he breathed into my ear making me shiver. His words just made me more furious and struggle harder to get away from him. Satisfied with the effects his words had on me, he finally let me go. He gave me one last stupid smirk of his and exited the empty classroom. Ass!

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

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?"