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Peer E Kamil By Umera Ahmad

Meus Filhos São Ferozes e Adoráveis!

No momento em que Ye Lulu transmigra, ela dá à luz três crianças ali mesmo. Ela imagina que é a única transmigradora aqui e tem que ter cuidado. Quem diria— O primeiro bebê: Frio e sério, ele é um pequeno adulto que age como um juiz! Avança para invocar um raio dos céus e punir canalhas. O segundo bebê: Ágil, vivaz e extremamente inteligente. Toda vez que move a boca, ele consegue prever o futuro com precisão! O terceiro bebê: Com uma personalidade ainda mais fria, com um simples aceno de seu dedo, ele pode arrancar sua alma e brincar com ela! Ye Lulu nunca teve um namorado no mundo moderno. No entanto, quem esperaria que no momento em que ela assume uma identidade diferente, ela teria filhos, um marido e sogros — basicamente, o pacote completo? Inicialmente, ela diz, "Os três bebês são tão fofos. Eles são meus filhos biológicos. Eu posso ficar com eles! Quanto ao meu marido... Vou pedir um reembolso." Inesperadamente, Ye Lulu gradativamente percebe que seu marido é muito bonito! Ele parece muito misterioso e charmoso! Ela parece ter desenvolvido sentimentos por ele. Que maravilha! Contudo, Ye Lulu segura sua pequena máscara de proteção firmemente e constantemente se alerta para ser conservadora, já que as pessoas dos tempos antigos são comparativamente menos liberais. Inesperadamente, esse marido dela também não é ele mesmo. Ele era um Deus Yin do trono divino nos céus, onde não havia restrições, e por isso é ainda mais desinibido. Um dia, seu marido bonito e divino a prensa contra a parede e levanta a mão para segurar seu queixo. Ele diz a ela com uma voz rouca, "Eu acho que gosto de você…" Ele abaixa a cabeça e a beija profundamente! Ye Lulu: "???" Algo está errado aqui! Vocês não são da antiguidade? Por que são tão desinibidos?
Weng Liuli · 103.3K Views

The Mistress Is Reborn As The Fiancée

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.
SukieWrites · 13.4K Views

Eclipsed By Fate

Eclipsed by fate Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be found? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace of its touch. She is whispered of in corridors where power is traded like currency, yet no man holds her name, no past binds her, no hand dares to reach. She walks unclaimed, unseen, forgotten by design. But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts never rest. Sanlang, a man cast in golden light, sculpted into perfection, a deity in the eyes of the world—and yet hollow. Beneath the applause, beneath the worship, something stirs. It begins as whispers in the dark, fragments of a life he does not remember, a truth that gnaws at the edges of his mind. A gavel’s fall. A price too steep. Shackles too fine for a king. And in the abyss of his lost memories, she stands. Watching. Waiting. Who is she? A dream? A curse? Or the key to a something that should have remained untouched? He chases her like a man chasing the sun, believing himself the hunter. He is wrong. She does not run. She does not fear. She does not need to hide, for she knows—should he tread too far, should he step beyond the veil—he will find not salvation, not love, but the remnants of a god unmade. He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does, the only question that remains is this: Will Noor let him live with the truth? Or will she erase him as she did herself?
Nephthys_Selene · 519.4K Views

Bound By Fate, Freed By Love

Bound by Fate, Freed by Love Aurora’s world shatters when her fated mate discovers she’s pregnant with another’s child—and casts her aside without hesitation. Heartbroken and exiled from her pack, she leaves behind everything she’s ever known. But the truth is far more extraordinary than anyone could imagine. The child within her wasn’t born of betrayal—it was placed there by the Moon Goddess herself, a sacred vessel destined to fulfill an ancient prophecy. And Aurora, with her pure and unyielding soul, was the only one worthy of carrying it. Determined to protect the life growing inside her, Aurora seeks refuge in the shadows—until fate entwines her path with an enigmatic Alpha. Powerful, dangerous, and burdened by his own scars, he offers her the one thing she thought she’d lost forever—safety. Where her first mate abandoned her, he stands firm. And against the impossible pull of her broken bond, a new connection begins to stir—one built on comfort, trust, and a passion neither can deny. But her past refuses to stay buried. When her first mate discovers the truth about the prophecy child, he hunts her down—no longer filled with rejection, but with a dangerous obsession. Torn between the primal bond she never chose and the one who chose her, Aurora faces an impossible question: Can she defy the Moon Goddess herself and sever the bond that still tethers her heart to a mate who never wanted her? Or will she risk everything for the Alpha who has become her strength, even if it means defying fate itself? With the forces of darkness closing in and both mates refusing to let her go, Aurora must uncover the true meaning of the prophecy—before destiny chooses for her. Bound by fate but yearning for freedom, she must decide: will she remain a prisoner of a bond forged by destiny, or will love give her the power to break free?
Ahmed_Deborah · 400 Views

Bound By Vengeance, Claimed By Love

She was kneeling in front of the one man she never thought she would need. He wasn’t evil, nor had she ever heard of him indulging in any bad habits, but he was known for one thing—he was not a helper. Mercy was not in his nature, yet at that moment, she clung to the desperate hope that, just this once, he might make an exception and save her life. Lifting her head with effort, she winced under the heavy rain, dragging her broken legs in a feeble attempt to reach him. He stood tall before her, an umbrella shielding him from the downpour. Though she couldn’t make out his face clearly, his cold, piercing gaze burned straight through her soul. A pained grunt left her lips as she stretched a trembling hand toward him, barely able to function as her body weakened by the second. Her vision blurred, the darkness creeping in. The fire’s devastation had left her face unrecognizable, her skin raw with pain, her blood flowing freely. She knew she looked monstrous—exactly what they had intended to turn her into. And now, she could hardly see at all. “Please… help me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm. He crouched down to her level, his umbrella now shielding her from the rain. With a slow, deliberate motion, he placed a hand under her chin, tilting her face upward to meet his gaze. His voice was as indifferent as ever when he finally spoke. “I thought you knew… helping is not my thing.” Of course, she had known. But somehow, she had still hoped. Hoped that maybe—just maybe—he would make an exception. He wouldn't be that wicked to neglect her in this position. But it seemed she was doomed already. . . . She used to believe in love. She used to believe in family. She used to believe in trust. But trust had nearly cost Isabelle her life. Once, she was just an ordinary girl, hoping for a better future. A future that was promised to her—a life she thought would finally bring her happiness. But in one horrifying night, it was all ripped away. Betrayed, burned, and left to die, she learned the hardest truth: no one was coming to save her. Now, Isabelle is back—but she’s not the girl they left behind in the fire. With a new face and a new name, she has returned for one thing: revenge. But when the man who once refused to help her becomes the only one she can turn to, lines begin to blur. He is ruthless, powerful, and utterly unreadable. She should hate him because he is just one of them—she should fear him—but in his touch, she finds a dangerous kind of solace instead. And in his arms, she just might lose herself all over again. She knows she is playing with fire but maybe this fire won't hurt her.
IJE_5 · 1.1K Views
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