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Une histoire d'amour avec Provenza Il dit qu'il l'aime et puis il disparaît. Lorsque l'engouement est à son comble, il revient avec sa fiancée sexy. Quand elle pense qu'elle ne le reverra jamais, il se présente à sa maison de nouilles. Il dit qu'il l'aime toujours. C'était un coup monté. Lorsque le jeu de l'amour touche à sa fin, que choisira-t-elle lorsque l'homme de son cœur arrivera en prince charmant ? Ou s'agira-t-il simplement d'une rencontre passionnée ?

Hay algo profundamente solitario en la experiencia de amar y no ser correspondida. Algo desgarrador que no se puede nombrar con precisión, pero que se siente en cada rincón del alma, como un vacío que no cesa de expandirse. El amor, a veces, no es el salvavidas que esperas. No es el faro en medio de la tormenta, ni la promesa eterna de una felicidad compartida. No. El amor, en su forma más cruel, es la sombra que persigue los momentos de claridad, la mentira disfrazada de esperanza, el sueño que se deshace entre los dedos tan pronto como lo tocas. Una historia de desamor, de dolor, de arrepentimiento, pero también de aprendizaje. De las cicatrices que se quedan, no como heridas abiertas, sino como marcas que nos recuerdan quiénes éramos y quiénes nos hemos convertido. Es un relato sobre lo que significa amar en silencio, sufrir en soledad y, finalmente, aprender a redescubrirse a uno mismo en la quietud de la ruptura. No es una historia de redención, ni de promesas de un amor que lo cure todo. Es, más bien, una historia de aceptación, de aceptación del dolor, del desarraigo y de la pérdida. Porque en la vida, lo único que verdaderamente perdura es el aprendizaje que sacamos de todo lo que vivimos.

¿Te imaginas que tu padre fuera tu peor enemigo? No te lo puedes imaginar ¿Verdad?. Pues yo no me lo imagino, porque es asi, simplemente mi padre me odia y la razón es que. Mi madre murio en el parto. ¿Te imaginas que tu padre intente matarte?. Yo no me lo imagino, ya que es asi. Toda mi vida ha sido así, muchos se quejan porque en su cumpleaños no le regalan el ultimo telefono o los zapatos que dijerón otros porque no estuvierón con ellos y otros porque no lo felicitaron o le hicieron una gran fiesta. Yo no me quejo y lo unico que he recibido es que mi padre me maldiga o sentirme mas culpable por la muerte de mi madre. Esa noche, cuando vi a ese chico mudarse a la casa de al lado nunca pense que llegaria a quererlo como ahora o que tenia salvación de ese agujero en el que me habia metido. El es un chico guapo, inteligente y muy cursi, es de esos hombres que no les da miedo llorar o abmitir que tienen sentimientos, pero se que algunas cosas no me las conto por...miedo, me prometí a protejerlo de mi padre no solo a el si no a mis hermanas y nuevos amigos desde cerca o desde lejos y hací lo hare NOTA: Esta historia no tiene escenas eroticas para lo que buscan eso. ya que soy una niña de doce años gracias y espero que les gusts

El Reino de Joseon, un reino donde todos los omegas habían sido asesinados a sangre fría. Los pocos sobrevivientes que quedaron, huyeron y se escondieron, vivieron durante muchos años escondiendo su verdadera identidad. Pero uno de ellos decidió vengar a su familia, ideando un plan para entrar al palacio, matar al Rey y a todos los que lo servían. Sin embargo, no todo sale según lo previsto.

Una storia ispirata ad eventi reali che racconta il lato più buio delle università, quello lontano dalle lauree e i premi ma vicino alla sofferenza degli esami e la pressione delle famiglie. Una storia che nasce per prendere in giro la Dark Academia ma poi ne diventa vittima. Uno studioso di lettere classiche appena arrivato all'università prova a sfuggire ad una vita ordinaria con i suoi nuovi amici ma i loro rapporti si faranno intricati e uno di loro finirà per perdere la vita. Playlist consigliata https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0jJz2ICfhDtdZUyjviXPb3?si=59f07241ade04377

A girl choosing between her past love and her present love for her future love that begins a very pressuring situation of 2 true loves fughting for her love but begins to see the flaws and good side of both parties which made her wake up and open her eyes where she makes the greatest decision for all.

"The way you behave...behave around me, with me it's highly inappropriate. I don't want you think I'll be your little assistant that you fuck on top of your desk or in the break room, if that's your intention I think it's best if you fire me or atleast send me back to work for Mr Caine," I told him after a couple seconds of silence I turned to face him to be greeted with a hard look on his face. "Amelia....I'm sorry if you thought that was my intention, I can see where you would get that idea.. and I apologize for my lack of communication, in what I want," "So what do you want?" I asked my voice sounding strange I cleared my throat, he reached forward taking my ice-cream placing it on the bench his hand moving to my chin making sure I held eye contact. "You..I want you Amelia," he answered his voice soft but held a level of firmness. I sat there looking at him, his eyes filled with emotions and unspoken words that had me melting under his gaze. "What do you mean y-" "Please don't make me repeat myself, I find it quite annoying," he replied his other hand moving from my knee to thigh the grip firm. "Well you're my boss telling me that you...want me, I think I'm going to need some clarification Xavier," I said frustrated and he swallowed hard, his Adams apple moving and I wish I could know what he was thinking. Before another thought can pass through my mind, his lips are on mine. Shakespeare The course of true love never did run smooth

The way you behave...behave around me, with me it's highly inappropriate. I don't want you think I'll be your little assistant that you fuck on top of your desk or in the break room, if that's your intention I think it's best if you fire me or atleast send me back to work for Mr Caine," I told him after a couple seconds of silence I turned to face him to be greeted with a hard look on his face. "Amelia....I'm sorry if you thought that was my intention, I can see where you would get that idea.. and I apologize for my lack of communication, in what I want," "So what do you want?" I asked my voice sounding strange I cleared my throat, he reached forward taking my ice-cream placing it on the bench his hand moving to my chin making sure I held eye contact. "You..I want you Amelia," he answered his voice soft but held a level of firmness. I sat there looking at him, his eyes filled with emotions and unspoken words that had me melting under his gaze. "What do you mean y-" "Please don't make me repeat myself, I find it quite annoying," he replied his other hand moving from my knee to thigh the grip firm. "Well you're my boss telling me that you...want me, I think I'm going to need some clarification Xavier," I said frustrated and he swallowed hard, his Adams apple moving and I wish I could know what he was thinking. Before another thought can pass through my mind, his lips are on mine Shakespeare The course of true love never did run smooth

Meet Ruby Wentworth. She's wild, confident and crazy. Let's not forget that she's the daughter of the town's ex gang member, Jake Melvin. When her parents are kidnapped, Ruby Wentworth has no other choice but to build forces with her dysfunctional family to try and rescue them. After all, it is a matter of life and death. Her parents blood can't be on her hands.

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