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No Me Quites A Mi Novio

Reclamando a Mi Posesivo Esposo CEO

El rumor decía que Xaviera Evans tenía una constitución débil: una belleza enfermiza. El rumor decía que gastaba una fortuna cada día en medicamentos, devorándolos como dulces. El rumor decía que diez sirvientes la atendían en su cama todos los días: una carga para todos. Todos estaban esperando que la familia Evans devolviera a Xaviera Evans al campo y la dejara valerse por sí misma. Xaviera Evans: —Todos dicen que soy débil y que no puedo cuidar de mí misma. Al parecer, gasto dinero de manera imprudente también. Miró su camisa andrajosa y se sintió exasperada. Xaviera Evans: —¿Estás diciendo que esta familia adinerada deja que su hija use ropa andrajosa todos los días? ¿La hija rica de la familia Evans? ¡Había tenido suficiente! ¡No sería más esa persona! Por lo tanto... El tipo despreciable: —Sin la familia Evans, no eres nada. Xaviera Evans: —Si me echan de la familia Evans, estoy acabada. La chica despreciable: —Hermana, no te desanimes demasiado. Mientras trabajes duro, serás elogiada algún día. Xaviera Evans: —Cállate, no conozco a una traidora como tú. El tipo y la chica despreciable: —¿¿¿??? El rumor decía que el hijo más joven de la familia Mamet, Caleb Mamet, se casó imprudentemente con una mujer que no tenía nada más que su apariencia. Xaviera Evans: —¿Alguien me está subestimando? Un día, Xaviera Evans vio a uno de los empleados de Caleb Mamet rompiéndose la cabeza con una serie de números en la pantalla de la computadora. Como ella estaba libre, decidió echar una mano. ¿Acaba de romper el cortafuegos creado por los esfuerzos conjuntos de los hackers élites? Caleb Mamet se acercó poco a poco: —Xaviera, ¿qué más me estás ocultando? ¿Hmm? Xaviera Evans: —¡Oh, no! ¡Me siento mareada de nuevo! Soy tan débil. ¡Este cuerpo mío es demasiado débil!
Qiaoqiao · 1.1M Views

Spoil me a Little

She's not deaf, not dumb; she can speak and even laugh. But what's the usefulness of talking when you can't explain your pain to people? What is the usefulness of smiling and laughing when you will later cry? Jean was a very beautiful and cheerful young girl, but she lost her mother at the age of nine. Instead of her father focusing on her and helping her forget the pain of the death of her mother, he went ahead and brought in his wife and children. Little Jean just wanted attention, trying to gain her father's love, but all her efforts were ruthlessly washed away. She regretted not having a mother and wished for her mother to not have died. She grew up alone, with no one to speak to and no one to make her laugh. Slowly, she started forgetting how to smile and how to speak; she even forgot how to show her expressions and emotions. She was a beautiful young woman with smooth skin that glowed like a doll. When she could smile, speak, and show emotions like a normal human, she wasn't the center of attention. But when she lost all these important elements of human life, it became easy to mistake her for a doll. The worst part was that even though people believed she was a doll, some perverts still wanted to take advantage of her. Just because she was now emotionless and had forgotten how to smile and speak, they thought they could exploit her. Oops! Don't be deceived by her angelic, doll-like appearance. She had lost all emotions and feelings not for them to take advantage of her; she was, in fact, a killing god. "Don't claim that! If it weren't for his timely intervention, that ugly Man would have been dead by now. But anyway, I will still go back to him; I won't leave him be until he's dead!" That was the letter she penned. "Jean do you want this store? just nod and it's yours" "the restaurant serve her the wrong food, Lock it immediately!" "Jean this is all my years property, please sign it, it's yours"
Lovegold · 1.9K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views

Mi viaje I

Este es el primer fic de una serie bastante grande, se basa principalmente en un graduado de universidad que por azares del destino y con "ayuda" de su padre viaja al mundo de Harry Potter. Nunca le agradó el grado de autismo de algunos personajes de la historia así que espera cambiar algunas cosas para evitar morir en el mundo mágico... Máximo es miembro de un grupo secreto conocido como Ouroboros, este grupo se encarga de estudiar la mágia y desarrollarla, sin embargo muchos de sus miembros son "nerds" de la mágia y sólo les importa desarrollar magia sin compartirla con el mundo exterior por lo que no muchos conocen la organización, a lo largo de los años esto los llevó a su caída por lo que ciertas organizaciones crecieron y sólo se mantiene un ligero equilibrio entre blanco y negro. Máximo Black vera el estancamiento de los magos y tomará medidas tratando de fusionar ciertas ideas del futuro con la magia, debido a que se desarrolla rápidamente encuentra obstáculos de ciertas familias y organizaciones oscuras. Para seguir aprendiendo magia y debido a ciertas obligación se ve en la necesidad de ser maestro en Hogwarts. Muchos fanfics hablan sobre organizaciones oscuras y el personaje lucha contra ellas, sin embargo se me hace terriblemente estúpido que no existan organizaciones secretas "de la luz" sino existieran el mundo mágico habría caído. No es lectura ligera así que te recomiendo ser paciente con el desarrollo de la historia, he procurado hacer un protagonista inteligente y que no le importe ensuciarse las manos de vez en cuando para lograr sus objetivos. A los lectores que ya leyeron esta historia a sus inicios espero no desepcionarlos pero creo que sí me dan ganas podré viajar entre mundos, mientras tanto me enfocaré en el mundo de Harry P. Espero disfruten la novela, déjame un comentario sobre tu opinión, sino te gusta dime porque y trataré de mejorarlo
AlcntaraLp · 58K Views
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