pilita corrales and eddie gutierrez

Eddie,a FBI agent,solves a mystery case that helps her in finding the truth about her herself.

Tobi is a young man just out of Ardent Academy a school for mech pilots and engineers. After receiving a gift from an anonymous mech designer including a small fortune and a personal mech Tobi joins the E.M.C., the earthen mech core. After learning his new personal mech has made it impossible for him to pilot other mechs joining the striker division of the earthen mech core is the only option left to Tobi after his father swindled him out of his money.

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"No matter what happens, I'll be there to protect you, Blake Crimson" My soul has reincarnated to a different world due to protecting everyone from the terrorists. Eventually, I risked my life for the sake of my sister and killed most of the terrorist inside the room. My existence was praised and remembered as a hero who died a noble death. But for what cause? Fortunately, I befriended a peculiar person in another world who wished to be a hero. He was, in reality, up for the job, as I perceived his stats tremendously rising amongst the people in our village. By the time we went into our separate ways, our suburb was under attack by Demons. Non survived from the strafe. And there I saw my best friend, standing before the burning trees and houses, grinning as if amused from the sight before him.

Zhuang Rui, a small staff member of the pawnshop, changed his eyes in an accident. The beautiful ceramics, the ancient bronzes, and the thrilling gambling stones followed, and his life has changed dramatically. Eyes are full of life, wealth life.

Chang Le had long since accepted that this world did not operate on fairness. The Black Wind Mountain Range had just been reduced to rubble, sects were moving like wolves scenting blood, and beneath the calm surface of the cultivation world, undercurrents surged. Strength was everything. Without it, you were nothing more than drifting dust. And Chang Le? He could refine pills. That was the good news. The bad news was that every pill he refined carried a fatal edge. Inside the dim alchemy room, the furnace lid trembled as spiritual mist seeped through its seams. A rich, intoxicating fragrance spread outward—dense, pure, brimming with spiritual qi. Any cultivator would recognize it instantly: this was no ordinary elixir. Chang Le lifted the lid. Three pills lay quietly within, their surfaces glossy and faintly veined with crimson lines like living meridians. Spiritual light pulsed around them in steady waves. A Foundation Establishment cultivator standing nearby swallowed hard. His eyes burned with longing. “This… this aura…” His voice trembled. “It can really raise someone by two major realms?” Chang Le dusted off his sleeves, his white robe unruffled, expression calm. “It can,” he replied evenly. “Take it, and within a single incense stick’s time, your cultivation will soar—Foundation Establishment to Core Formation. Core Formation to Nascent Soul. No bottlenecks. No tribulation.” The man’s breathing grew ragged. “There’s no trick?” “There is,” Chang Le said. Silence fell. He picked up one pill between his fingers. Spiritual qi surged violently within it, as if barely restrained. “There’s a tiny side effect.” “How tiny?” “It may explode your meridians, shatter your dantian, and leave you dead before the spiritual qi even settles.” The cultivator’s face went pale. “Then how is that different from suicide?” Chang Le looked at him, gaze steady and almost pitying. “You think cultivating step by step will let you reach Nascent Soul?” His tone was mild, but every word struck like a hammer. “In this world, without opportunity, you’ll die nameless before you ever glimpse the peak.” Outside, the wind howled across broken mountains. Chang Le closed his fingers around the pill. “Life and death are separated by a single thought. If you survive, you ascend. If you fail…” He gave a faint smile. “Then it simply means your fate was insufficient.” In this cultivation world, survival had never been guaranteed. But neither had mediocrity.

Aaahhh! I almost screamed my lungs out. Looking at the appalling sight before me. The slit throat of my parents. Having lost her parents, tamilah tries best to be strong and independent and also to seek the murderers of her parent. Until she comes in contact with the well known Billionaire Zack Rodriguez. Zack Rodriguez CEO of the ARK COMPANIES which had chains of hotels, restaurants, pharmaceutical companies and chains of hospitals and oil and gas companies. What happens when he wants temilah as his mistress and got denied? Denial , love and the shock come in contact with each other. What happens?

Seingatku aku sudah mati, tapi mengapa aku masih bisa membuka mataku lagi? Dan menemukan hidupku seperti biasa? Tidak ada yang aneh tetapi...Rosemary....dia... Dia....berubah.... Dia menjadi jarang tersenyum kepada orang lain sekarang.... Pandangannya itu sangat dingin kepada orang lain... Akan tetapi sangat hangat kepadaku....Meskipun Aku suka kalau dia sangat hangat kepadaku....Tetapi Ini membuatku merasa semakin penasaran kepadanya.... Sebenarnya apa yang kau sembunyikan dariku?

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

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.