sharkboy and lavagirl episodes

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...

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...

the poison in love

Don't laugh on people but laugh with people

Cries and sobs echoed all around, and he sat alone in a corner, silently weeping. Today, he had lost his only support—his mother. From childhood till now, she had been his whole world. His father had passed away before he was even born. The relatives had long turned their backs, and now only the neighbors were there, offering him condolences. But some pains are too deep for words to heal. He wasn’t just carrying his mother’s coffin on his shoulders—he was burying his entire world.

What we can see is what you cannot, what you see as fiction is what we see as reality. Yet, are we right?

Shade is a loner demon, bounced around in human foster homes until a lucky break comes in the form of a new placement, turns out all the guys there are major hotties. Even her cold heart is a bit fluttery over them. Flirty Cole, cautious Cade, passionate Damion, and the elusive Samuel? Is that too much? Probably not, she wants to find out. Oh, and also who wants to kill her and who stole her only friend-like-person Cherry.

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Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!