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Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

"M... Marissa! Are they my kids?" Rafael's eyes weren't moving away from the adorable kids' faces. "No, Rafael. They are not," Marissa said with a fake smile, "They aren't yours. Remember?" she batted her lashes quite dramatically, "We were never married!" Marissa Aaron’s elder sister Valerie Aaron jilted her blind boyfriend on her wedding day and ran off. For face-saving, Merissa's family pleaded to her to marry Raphael Sinclair. The irony? She was not allowed to tell her blind husband that she was not Valerie but Merissa Aaron. On the day of Raphael's successful eye surgery, Marissa got to know that Valerie was back to take her rightful place as Sinclaire’s daughter-in-law. Marissa tried explaining to her husband that she was the one married to him, but he did not believe her. Instead of any more convincing, heartbroken Merissa decided to leave the city without telling him, her secret. Raphael Sinclair was the classic definition of drop-dead gorgeous and was the only heir of the Sinclair group of industries. What would he do when he came to know that all this time the woman who offered him, her love and her body was not Valerie but her younger sister Marissa Aaron? How would he react when he came to know that he was the father of the babies Marissa was carrying in her womb? Would he go after Marissa and win her back? And the million-dollar question! Would Marissa ever be able to forgive him and love him again?
JessicaKaye911 · 3.2M Views

Quick Transmigration Baby Raising System: Bonus Daddy Included

[Processing dead body... 45%... 56%... 99.9%... ding!] [Error.] [Reprocessing dead body... soul found... ding! 2%... 5%... 59%... 67%... 99%... ding! 99.9%] [Process incomplete.] The woman had red hair that glowed like embers. Her face was strikingly fair, but her entire body appeared faintly transparent like glass under sunlight. She blinked, disoriented, as her gaze settled on a hideous, robotic bird hovering nearby. Its sharp, angular body looked mismatched, with awkwardly stiff wings and an oversized beak that glowed menacingly. It was focused on her lifeless body on the ground, shooting thin, bright laser beams across her body. Hazel stared at the bird, her figure stiffening. "What in the world..." she whispered, her voice echoing faintly. If you're confused, let me explain. Just a few minutes ago, Hazel had been driving, enjoying the breeze through her open window. That's when she noticed a tiny puppy stranded in the middle of the road, trembling and helpless. Her instincts kicked in. Without thinking twice, she swerved, steering the car sharply to avoid hitting it. The puppy was safe. But Hazel wasn't. Her car had crashed, and she died instantly. Now, Hazel had become a ghost. Her body felt strange—light and weightless, yet she could feel every movement as if she were still alive. She floated, her hair billowing as though caught in an invisible current. Then came the noise. Ding! The sound was loud, sharp, and mechanical. Hazel flinched, looking around until her eyes landed on the robotic bird. It was still scanning her dead body with its obnoxious laser beams, beeping and whirring as if annoyed at its own failures. Hazel frowned, watching it from a distance, but after what felt like the tenth scan, her curiosity got the better of her. She floated closer, hovering near the hideous creature. It twitched, almost startled by her presence, before it froze completely. Ding! [Process complete] [Congratulations, soul number XOXO, for binding with the Baby-Raising System!] Hazel blinked, her ghostly hand clutching at her chest out of habit—forgetting she had no heartbeat anymore. "The what system?" [Newbie Packet detected! Festive Season Bonus activated for Host.] Ding! [Opening gift automatically… Bonus Daddy included in every world.] She froze, her hands dropping to her sides. Her mouth opened slightly in disbelief as the robotic bird chirped happily, almost smugly. "Wait... what? Bonus Daddy?!" Hazel's transparent figure seemed to flicker with frustration. Her chest rose and fell as if she was still breathing, though no air passed through her. The bird made another cheerful ding! sound, completely ignoring her shock. "What is this? Some kind of sick prank?" Hazel muttered, pacing in her ghostly form. She glanced at her lifeless body again, then back at the bird, her mind racing. She was dead. That much was obvious. But now she was... stuck in some baby-raising system? "What the heck is going on?" Hazel hissed, throwing her hands up.
dYdairy_002 · 131 Views

She's My Sleeping Pill

15 years ago, his elder brother was killed right in front of him in the middle of the night – killed by their most trusted driver. Since then, Stefan had a hard time sleeping and often got nightmares. He learned not to trust anyone. Cayenne worked almost all day and all night. She only got three hours of sleep every day. She was the breadwinner of their family since her mother was diagnosed with tuberculosis. She thought she would have a great time working as a receptionist in a hotel. Until… “I’ll pay you an additional $3000 a month. Sleep with me.” Stefan placed a signed check on the table in front of her. Her head was spinning at the large sum of money. She can finally buy her mother’s medication and send her brothers to school without worry. But to sleep with him? “I’m sorry if I come off rude but, I can’t sleep with you sir.” She tried to refuse politely, afraid that she will lose her job if he felt displease towards her. Stefan took off his coat and placed on the backrest of his chair. “Think about my offer carefully. It wasn’t so bad sleeping with you after all.” It was a mistake she made on her part when she fell asleep right beside him on his bed, drunk and dizzy. Will he make the mistake of trusting someone again? Will he entrust his life to her by sleeping soundly beside her? How will they face each other when they started to unveil the mystery of their identities? ***cover isn’t mine***edited by a friend***I don’t earn anything from this picture*** Original cover was taken from Mr Love: Queen's Choice Related videos and pictures can be seen in Koi to Producer: EVOL×LOVE
_frieyaVida · 2.6M Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 680.6K Views

My Mafia Daddy's Cursed Love

He is a devil; she is an angel. An angel and a devil are never meant to be. But what fate awaits them here? **Oscar Lorenzo Bernadetta** is the most dangerous, wealthy, and handsome man in the country. He shattered millions of hearts when he married a woman. But, to the good fortune of those unknown women, he got divorced. One day, as he was on his way to pick up his son from school, he encountered a wild woman. Not only did she crash her bike into his car, but she also humiliated him, making him buy her a new bike. To top it off, she stole his son's heart—his bottom line! He thought he would never see her again after that incident. But God had different plans; she became a teacher at his son’s school. "I want my piano teacher as my tutor at home," Little Charlie declared. "And why would I do that?" Oscar asked, eyebrows raised. --- "Twenty thousand dollars to be a tutor! Which idiot would offer you that much?" Oscar growled in frustration at the eccentric woman in front of him. "You, idiot," she said with an innocent smile, making his veins pop out. "I’ll offer five thousand dollars. Take it or leave it," Oscar declared, rising from his seat. "You will get twenty thousand dollars," came the little tyrant's voice again. Oscar felt the urge to pull his hair out and spank both the big kid and the small one, but he refrained to maintain his image. "I won’t pay for her," he seethed. "No need. My grandma will pay," the little tyrant said, driving Oscar closer to madness for the umpteenth time. --- As expected, she caused chaos in his home and stole his heart in the process. Just when his heart was fully hers, his ex-wife reentered his life, threatening to tear everything apart. But little did they know, his ex-wife didn't come to reconcile; she came to destroy him and her biological son while revealing his darkest secrets. Why did she do that? Will her presence change everything? Will his secrets scare her away? What drove his ex-wife to turn against him and their own blood? **Read the story to find out more.**
priyabolagani · 722K Views
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