the weekenders episodes

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...

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...

the poison in love

A wonderful day at UA highschool turns into lovely chaos lets see how this week turns out (Sorry if it ends up being short asl)

Two lovers begin a life changing experience that starts to ruin their relationship and a uprising idol fights through a traumatic beginnings as a celebrity.

Will she can find a way to hide her past after knowing it who she was? Will his enemy fall in love with her? Can they both hide their real personality from each other will they love or kill each other?

Two contradictory personalities, she loves to have fun, pranks, overcomes difficulties, always puts a smile on to hide her worries. He is cold and tough, but the opposite of that. He is affectionate and gentle, but he has to be like this What will these two bring together?

"Now, listen to the demon's thoughts: … It was a gamble. I gambled on their perception of their identity being "righteous" or "just". I gambled on them knowing the truth behind my past. I gambled on their likelihood to be captivated by my words… Which created the hesitance necessary to prevent their blades from immediately striking a hole through my throat. I gambled on their proclivity to the human tendency to act contrarian to an adversary's desires. I gambled on their stupidity. I was lucky. But from now on, I won’t need luck. I have time. And with this time, I swear-" Cover by DarthNeph on DeviantArt

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.