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I only want my family are the same as me.

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Lee la novela I only want my family are the same as me. escrita por el autor Daoistam1sEL publicada en WebNovel. He is not manipulator or abuser, He only want that he's family is not dying too....

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He is not manipulator or abuser, He only want that he's family is not dying too.

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Born as an orphan in Japan, he grew up surrounded by good people who serve at the church. The nuns at the orphanage became a great example to him and he swore that he would save those who are in need too. At the age of seven, he got adopted by a Pilipina and Japanese couple. They took him to the Philippines, where he grew up. At the age of 19, he helped countless people, created various organizations to help those in need, and even trained to be a volunteer rescuer. That made him more passionate about his belief that "If he can save the person, I would save them. Maybe, there would come a time where they would also contribute to the world." He who has this belief braved through all dangers until one day, due to saving the life of a girl who is drowning from the flood, he died because of being impaled by a metal rod straight through his heart. Meeting a so-called God from the high heavens who manages all of those who reincarnate. He, unlike any other, gathered a lot of good karma due to him saving a lot of people who have become prominent characters in the future to repay their debt of life to him. Join Ariyoshi Hiroto in his adventures to the worlds where voluptuous girls, lolitas, kuuderes, derederes, etc. are waiting for him to be saved! Can he resist their charm?! Will he be a hypocrite and refuse their confessions?! Will he accept them all and create his own flower garden?! Or will he become a sissy and not a dragon among men?! ====== Please go easy on the comments. This is my first book so I still don't know the ins and outs of writing an acceptable novel. *sweating profusely* Enjoy, and do tell me the grammatical errors and such. I would gladly listen to you guys who are already considered as veterans-in-writing-novel's teachings. Those who are kind enough to support me, the Author-san. You can donate at: pat*reom.com/JadePanda003 pay*pal.me/JadePanda03(ignore the *) Thank you in advance my wonderful readers! ===== I do not own the Original Series of High School DxD, Kono Subarashii Sekai ni Shukufuku wo!, and neither do I own Death March to the Parallel World Rhapsody, all the rights belongs to its rightful owner. For the Cover, I edited it. Perhaps I'm gonna change it to a new one when the MC goes to another world. Credits to the Original owners of these pictures :)! Updates will be done every 6 AM at GMT 8+ every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Then Side Stories will be updates every Saturday/Sunday. Sometimes, I would do a mass release if I have something scheduled that week and can't post a chapter at that time.

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The story of A Lonely Flower. "The people want to know. What is your favourite flower?" She asked. A question I dread. What do you think of when you hear the word "Flower"? Beauty? Grace? Perfection? A sight that brings Hope? A sight that brings Joy? Well to me the word flower itself is a prison. A prison I can't seem to escape from. Remember all those lovely thoughts you had answering my question? Take them, step on them, chop them up, toss them in a bin and burn them. Your result is what I think. The complete opposite of what you thought. That's what I think. So, knowing this, how could I possibly have a favourite flower. But if I said that, I wouldn't be perfect. I wouldn't be Gardenia's Brightest Flower. But I want to be honest so I’ll think about the consequences later, "Ha-ha. Ironically... I don't like flowers." "What?" The interviewer seemed shocked. "You heard it here first folks!  Rose Fleur, Gardenia's brightest flower doesn't like flowers!" I answered the rest of the questions then the interview ended. While leaving my elder sister confronted me, "What the hell was that?" "What?" "You don't like flowers!? How could the person with the nickname The Brightest Flower, whose name is Rose Flower not like flowers!?" She was upset. But I still wanted to be honest, "It's only the truth." "How many times do I have to tell you? You are famous! People don't care about the truth. They want to hear what is expected of you!" She scolded me. "Yeah... My thoughts and ideas... don't matter." "Exactly! You should have just said roses as we practised." "What's done is done." I wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible. "Right, but it won't happen again."

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The Perfect Ploy

"You were fun while it lasted." I turned around flinching. It was Thabang. He started at me with a grimace plastered across his face. "You know, if it wasn't for you, I would not have been able to accomplish the things I did. So thank you." he spoke again. "Why?" I asked tears streaming down my face. "You were easy and pathetic. You had a good credit score and you gave me the power to do so." He told me proudly. "I love you." I tell him. "I never did." He tells me. "But you told me you did!" I cried. "Why would I be in love with a slut?" he asked me. "What?" I asked shocked that HE called me a slut. "What? you didn't see yet?" he asked amused. I stared at him confused and he laughed. Thabang took his phone out and showed me a video. It was a porn video of ME! I stared horrified at the video. It was me having sex with a stranger. I never had sex with the stranger in this video. "That's not me." I let out. "Tsk...Kgaugelo, Evidence never lies." he said to me grimacing. My phone was being flooded profusely with notifications. I was being flooded with emails from brands whom I had been collaborating with. The brands I had been working with we're cancelling our contract. Some emails were from the bank about large sums of money being withdrawn from my account to pay off loans. I stared at Thabang and he looked unfazed and content. "Why?" I sobbed as I stared at him. "Why not?" He counter-attacked. "I love you. I sacrificed everything for you." I tell him. "Who said you should?" he asked me. "Did I ever ask you to love me? Did I force you to sacrifice everything for me?" He asked amused. "Piece of advice. Don't just fall for words because that's how you get hurt." He whispered against my ears. Kgaugelo Manamela is living her best life. Well, that's what she thinks. Besides the multiple debts, her boyfriend has made in her name using her information and the loan sharks that are after her because of her boyfriend and his partner. And, somebody trying to ruin her career as an influencer. She still believed that she was living her best life because what's better than having someone who loves you and protects you even though they're ruining you and what you think you have worked hard for? Kgaugelo is a beautiful intelligent woman who knows what is right and what is wrong unless it's for her boyfriend, Thabang Mathatho. She gives up her dream, sells her house, and lets him use her identity to make loans so that he could 'start a business' when the actual truth is she is just a free-use bank to him. Left heartbroken and a mess on the run. Kgaugelo decides to ruin Thabang's life by dating his Boss, Kamogelo Mariri who offers her a 'fake dating contract' because of a few important deals he would like in exchange he would be helping her. Will they become a real thing?

_zuriakua · Ciudad
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Madly Inlove With Mr. Playboy

Ang sabi ko sa sarili ko, ayoko ng relasyon na katulad sa mga magulang ko. Ayoko ko sa isang relasyon na may nasaktan at na agrabyado akong tao.Ayoko na may relasyon akong nasira kasi alam ko kung ano ang pakiramdam non. Pero nang ako na ang nasa sitwasyon, kinain ko ang lahat ng sinabi ko. Wala na akong paki-alam kong may isang tao akong masaktan at ma agrabyado.Kung may relasyon man ako na masira ang mahalaga ay sa akin parin siya.Okay lang kahit mag mukha akong tanga at desperada o kahit ano pa ang sabihin ng ibang tao basta huwag lang siyang mawala.Pero pinili niya parin akong iwan kahit alam niya na siya lang ang mayroon ako. Ano pa ba ang aasahan ko.Isang playboy ang minahal ko. Dahil isa akong desperada, kahit ayaw na niya sa akin. Kahit may mahal na siyang iba, nagmaka-awa parin ako na kung pwede ay bumalik siya sa akin dahil hindi ko kaya.Na okay lang sa akin kahit ilan pa kaming babae na pagsabayin niya.Wala e,nasanay kasi ako na lagi siyang nandito sa tabi ko.Pero ang lahat ay may hangganan,dahil sa muli niyang pag-iwan sa akin ay sumuko na ako at hindi lumaban.Pagod na ako na ipaglaban siya.Pagod na ako na ipaglaban ang pagmamahal ko na lagi namang talo.Mahirap mag let go .Pero mas mahirap yong kumakapit ka pa kahit pinag-tutulakan kana niya. Ngunit wala na ka ng magagawa kundi tanggapin na lang kahit mahirap. Ito ang mahirap na tanggapin sa dami ng kailangan kong unawain.Anim na taon na ang lumipas, ngunit sariwa parin ang sugat sa aking puso at isipan. Hanggang ngayon ay siya parin sa araw at gabi ang aking iniisip.Magpahanggang ngayon ay lagi ko parin tanong sa aking sarili, saan ba ako nagkulang?Kasi sa pagka-alam ko minahal ko naman siya ng minahal. Hindi ko akalain na ma depress ako.At dumating pa sa punto na gusto kong magpakamatay.Hindi ako vocal na tao kaya wala akong mapagsabihan kung ano ang tumakbo sa isip ko.Gusto kong umiyak at isigaw lahat ng hinanakit ko dahil hindi ko na kaya pero natatakot ako. Natatakot ako at baka sumbat lang ang marinig ko kapag nalaman nila ang sitwasyon ko. Natatakot ako sa maari nilang sabihin dahil hindi ko sila sinunod noon. Binalaan na ako ng pinsan ko, ng kuya ko na hindi siya ang mahalin pero hindi ako nakinig. Anong magagawa ko, siya ang tinitibok ng puso ko. Nag-uunahan na pumatak ang aking luha habang binabasa ulit ang kanyang mga sulat.Nag flashback sa akin ang mga ala-ala naming dalawa,mula sa umpisa hanggang sa kung paano ako lumuhod at nagmamaka-awa sa kanya. Patuloy parin ako sa pagbasa kahit puno ng luha ang aking mga mata. Hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit niya ako niloko at sinaktan habang sa kanyang mga sulat ay ramdam ko ang kanyang pagmamahal. Lalong nanikip ang aking dibdib, hanggang kailan ba ako masasaktan? Hanggang kailan masasagot ang aking mga katanungan? Pagod na ako.Gusto ko ng mawala ang sakit dito sa dibdib ko. For the last time, I begged him. "Come back to me please." At lumuhod sa kanyang harapan katulad noon kung paano ako nagmaka-awa na huwag niya akong iiwan.Tanggapin niya ba akong muli o tuluyan na akong iiwan?

diena · Adolescente
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