casandra salazar

Sam walked slowly into the delivery room. He saw Ryu who was still lying with the baby wrapped in a cloth in his arms. The woman's lips smiled broadly, she was happy to be a mother. Although the face looks tired with sweat still dripping. "This is my son?" said Sam without looking at the baby in Ryu's arms. "Yes Sam. This is our son" "Hello my hero" Sam greeted gently. "She's Sam's girl!" Ryu laughed. "Hi daughter, it's daddy" Sam touched his reddened cheek. Followed by a warm kiss on the forehead of his wife. "Thank you dear, you have fought for our baby" There are no words he can buy anymore, Sam has become a father now and Ryu has become a mother. Their life, for many years, finally, the complement of the family has come. The delivery went smoothly, Ryu and the baby were healthy. They were transferred to the best treatment room in the hospital. Sam and Ryu are famous people from the city of Y. Their experience as a child is a lesson, Sam had a terrible childhood even though he still lived with his parents. And Ryu, his childhood was happy, but only 12 years after that... He lived life with his adoptive family and had bad experiences and even abuse. From the experiences of these two, Sam and Ryu made a heartfelt promise. They vowed to provide love and protection for their only daughter. "Sam. Have you found a name for your daughter yet?" asked grandfather who refused to turn away from his grandson. Sam fell silent, revealing his little daughter with red lips and flushed cheeks. "She will be a princess in this city, she has courage, courage and toughness. I will name her... Casandra"

To the girlies who crave devotion that borders on obsession. And the men who know loyalty is a choice —one you make everyday, even if it costs blood. Isabella's twenty-fifth birthday ended in scandal and humiliating headlines she never saw coming. The last person she expected to step in? Her best friend’s older brother: Emilio Salazar—mafia Don, corporate king, the man she was never supposed to touch. To contain the damage, they strike a deal: a fake relationship to silence the press and protect her name. It was supposed to be simple, mutually beneficial… and temporary. Except Emilio doesn’t pretend. He watches like he owns her. Touches like he’s been waiting. And somewhere between the lies and the cameras… she realizes the truth: he’s wanted her for years. And now that he has her? He’s not letting go. She should run—from him, from this, from the darkness wrapped in tailored suits and quiet threats. But every glance drags her deeper. Every touch blurs the boundaries between them. And every second at his side feels like stepping closer to something she won’t survive. Because with Emilio, nothing is just a game. Not the lies. Not the danger. And definitely not her. EXCEPT, there is more at stake than just her reputation; her heart, her friendship… everything. How long before she stops running? How long before fake becomes real? And will she survive what comes next? With every glance, every turn, every little change… nothing will ever be the same.

Croyez-vous en la psychologie ? À la noirceur de l’âme humaine ? Et à tout ce qui peut arriver de mystique, de terrifiant et d'inexplicable ? ​Peu importe vos croyances, préparez-vous à plonger dans un thriller psychologique où vous allez en voir de toutes les couleurs ​Une seule règle avant d'ouvrir ce livre : acceptez de vous perdre. Dans ce labyrinthe mental, les pistes se brouillent, la paranoïa s'installe et les certitudes volent en éclats. Mais ne lâchez rien. Pour comprendre l'impensable, pour saisir les liaisons invisibles qui relient les personnages et les événements, il vous faudra dévorer chaque page, jusqu'à la dernière ligne. ​Ne fermez pas les yeux. Suivez le fil de cette enquête aux frontières de la raison, et découvrez la vérité

Londres, 16 de agosto de 1819 Blackthorn Manor no es una casa. Es un vientre abierto que respira el hedor de los no nacidos. La niebla no llega; llora sangre. Se arrastra por Mayfair como la mortaja de los dieciocho que cayeron ayer en Manchester, sus gritos aún atrapados en el humo de la pólvora. Las gárgolas de la mansión no escupen agua; vomitan bilis negra, un líquido que quema la hiedra y deja marcas como estigmas en la piedra. Dentro, el aire es tan denso que corta la garganta: hierro oxidado, cera de vela derretida sobre carne, y algo más —el olor dulzón de un omega desangrándose despacio. Cassandra Vale cruza el umbral con un contrato temblando en sus dedos y un aroma que no pidió. Omega. No nació así. A los diecisiete, en el sótano de San Judas, la fiebre la tomó como un demonio que se arrastra por la columna. Le quemó la neutralidad beta hasta los huesos, le dejó un olor que hace que los alfas lloren de hambre: lirios aplastados bajo botas, miel mezclada con lágrimas, la promesa de una sumisión que la mata por dentro. Ahora, diecinueve años. Institutriz. Un salario que parece redención. Una puerta que se cierra con un clic que suena a crucifixión. Eliza Blackthorn, diez años, alfa de sangre pura, no juega con muñecas. Juega con huesos. Los encuentra en el jardín de invierno, entre rosas que crecen tan rojas que parecen úteros abiertos. Algunos son de conejo. Otros… de dedos infantiles. Los limpia con su falda de muselina, los besa como si fueran hostias, y los guarda en una caja de música que ya no canta —solo gime, un lamento que suena a niño ahogado. "Son mis ángeles caídos", susurra, y sus ojos grises brillan con una ternura que corta como vidrio. Edmund Blackthorn, dieciséis años, alfa puro. No es un niño. Es un cuchillo vivo. Alto, delgado, con piel tan pálida que las venas azules parecen ríos de veneno bajo cristal. Sus ojos no parpadean. No pueden. La segunda vez que la ve, está en el comedor. La mesa está puesta para veinte —plata manchada de óxido, copas con bordes astillados, un centro de lirios muertos que gotean savia roja como sangre menstrual. Solo hay dos platos. Uno para él. El otro para ella. —Siéntate —ordena. Su voz es un salmo al revés. Cassandra obedece. El asiento está húmedo. Sangre vieja. Edmund no come. Reza. Corta la carne con un cuchillo de plata que lleva grabada una cruz invertida. La sangre se acumula en el plato como un lago de hostias profanadas. —¿Sabes qué pasa con los omegas que entran aquí? —pregunta. Su voz es suave. Demasiado suave. Como el susurro de un sacerdote antes de la quema. Cassandra no responde. —Se convierten. —Sonríe. Una sonrisa que parte el alma—. En ella. Ella. Casandra. La primera. En 1719, llegó con un contrato idéntico. La encontraron en el ático tres semanas después: desollada viva, la piel colgada como un vestido de novia en el armario, los ojos cosidos con hilo negro, la boca llena de plumas de cuervo. Su nombre —Casandra— fue tallado en las vigas con uñas rotas. Su grito aún resuena cuando la luna está llena, un lamento que suena a parto fallido. Los Blackthorn lo llaman la maldición. Los sirvientes lo llaman el hambre. Los cuervos lo llaman cena. Esa noche, la biblioteca. No hay libros. Solo estanterías vacías que parecen costillas de un Cristo olvidado. El aire huele a carne quemada en incienso. Edmund la empuja contra la pared. No hay preliminares. No hay palabras dulces. Solo sacrificio.

Going to rewrite it with the same plot as harry dark lord's son but with a different concept . warning - the light side bashing , dumbeldor bashing , Ron and Hermione bashing , Molly weasely and Aurther weasely bashing

Para ellos, saltar a la fama ha sido su más grande sueño y están viviendo la vida, llenos de lujos, amor de sus fans y poder. Pero no han conquistado todo aún, el choque de realidad de dos estilos diferentes de vida, harán que se replanteen sus decisiones, el poder que creen tener y lo que desean. Una pequeña historia, de pasión, odio, secretos y drama. JK, Veer, Min, Gust, Jang, Mister y Hi, conocerán las mentiras, el engaño, la manipulación y el deseo.

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Reborn alongside her son, Chen Xiaobao, Chen Momo learns from the mistakes of her past life and starts a frantic hoarding spree. To survive, the mother-and-son duo each put their skills to use in the apocalypse. The lively little Chen Xiaobao quickly wins everyone's heart, and Chen Momo finds love of her own in the apocalypse too...

[Irresistible MC + Farming & Entrepreneurship + Strong Female Lead + Cute Baby + Love Rivalry + Farming System + Male Competition] Deng Yuyuan wakes up to find she has transmigrated into a period novel about a "pampered group darling" — as the biological mother of the vicious female villain. The female villain has a biased grandmother, a mooching uncle and his family, a blindly filial father, and a spineless mother. She was a small-time thief as a child. As an adult, she committed every kind of evil — constantly framing the female lead — and ultimately met a miserable end. The female lead is the only daughter in another family, doted on by her older brothers. The villain targeted her out of pure jealousy. And now, Deng Yuyuan has become that villain's cowardly mother — and the villain herself is currently just an ugly, wrinkly-faced infant. The blindly filial father loves his wife, but gives all the good things to his own mother. He says to his starving wife and daughter: "Xiao Yuan, come drink some water. I specially heated it for you." Deng Yuyuan looks at her own bony frame and her tiny child — and decides to get a divorce. Goodbye, useless husband. She's going to raise this little cub with an abundance of money and love. No way she'll go astray this time. Lost one husband, gained a crowd of suitors. A beautiful sent-down youth coveted by many — she knows some self-defense and burns the midnight oil studying. With the reinstatement of the college entrance exams, she takes her child toward a much wider world. Riding the wave of the times, Deng Yuyuan works her way up to become a gaming tycoon and a cutting-edge scientist... Except — why are so many men fighting to be her cub's stepfather?

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."