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.

[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?

In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend

【Career-oriented female protagonist + Love-struck male lead + Entertainment industry + Variety show + Satisfying sweetness】 Renee Morgan, a newcomer in the entertainment industry, learns of her predetermined fate as a minor female supporting character in a dream. She is the queen of minor roles, the resilient type, blazing with fighting spirit, illuminating many female stars. Renee Morgan: "...To hell with being a minor character. Anyone who dares use me as a stepping stone, I'll make sure they fall flat." Wendy Aldridge, also a newcomer in the entertainment industry, wants to use her as a control group. Renee Morgan: Ok~ Half a month later, Wendy Aldridge, who was supposed to become famous as part of the control group, ends up being cyber-bullied and is urged to leave the industry? Renee Morgan, who was supposed to be cyber-bullied out of the industry, becomes an overnight sensation and a top-star. The rival company's leading actress, backed by influential figures in the entertainment circle, snatches the main female role, leaving only the role of the female third lead for her. Renee Morgan: Ok~ Four months later, this drama explodes in popularity, all supporting roles become famous, and the female third lead role becomes a classic. The biggest stars, male and female leads, are left with no buzz? ... Later, Renee Morgan finally achieves her dream, winning the Best Actress Award with her acting skills, and announces her relationship on the day she receives the award—she is in love. He's just a regular person. One day, Morgan all over the country sees familiar figures appearing in the news and rushes online to share: Is this the Best Actress's ordinary boyfriend?

Li Yuyu transmigrated into a novel and became the imperial harem's most favored concubine — whose only goal was to cuckold the Emperor. To save her own life, Li Yuyu decisively kept her distance from the original male lead, clung tightly to the Emperor's golden thigh, and set her sights on becoming the most beloved consort in the palace! But being the Emperor's favorite wasn't as easy as she'd imagined. Li Yuyu: "Your Majesty, we already have three sons!" The Emperor: "But I still don't have a princess." Li Yuyu：...... She regretted everything. She didn't want to be a favored concubine anymore. She wanted to escape the palace!!! National Guardian General: "Fear not, little sister. Even if you leave the palace, your big brother will protect you forever." Jianghu Sovereign: "Travel the martial world with your elder brother. No one dares to lay a hand on my little sister." Gorgeous Senior Brother: "Come into seclusion with your senior brother, and live a carefree life without a worry in the world." Li Yuyu nodded frantically. Yes, yes, yes! Great, great, great! Clang... Clang... The Emperor approached slowly, dragging unbreakable chains: "Dare to leave the palace, and I'll break the Empress's legs and lock her in the Central Palace for life." Li Yuyu: !!! Was it too late to convince her brothers to start a rebellion?