Manoj Dey Saree

"Marido, eu não quero mais, me sinto péssima..." "Amor, seja boazinha, termine de tomar esse remédio." O homem bonito abraça a mulher em seus braços, acariciando-a delicadamente enquanto a alimenta com o remédio. Joanna Lawrence se depara com Ashton Heath, o herdeiro mais estimado de toda a cidade de Closia, e acaba passando a noite com ele. Depois que ele oferece benefícios em troca de seu casamento, a recém nomeada Sra. Heath de repente tem o poder de ter tudo o que sempre desejou. "Marido, eu dei um tapa na Rainha do Cinema Faye hoje, eu exagerei?" "Amor, sua mão está doendo? Deixe-me massageá-la para você." "Marido, eu estourei o limite do seu cartão de crédito, você está bravo?" "Amor, você está feliz com suas compras? Avise-me quando precisar de mais." "Marido, estou cansada hoje, não quero me mexer..."

Does anyone expect to see DEATH on their birthday? No. She neither. But she saw. And not just one or two but the death of her entire family. She like anyone else also wanted to enjoy that special day when she was supposed to be the happiest. Her Birthday. But it turned out to be one of the saddest and most painful days of her life. Then what? She was supposed to feel devastated and have a trauma that would take ages to get used to right? But alas! The poor child did not even have time to grieve. Another tragedy hit her. After losing her family she was only left with her best buddy. But as luck would have it she also lost her in the most cruel way possible. A second trauma scarred the life of the tiny child who had just reached the age to understand the world. But that was still not the end. It looked like she was in the middle of a tragic ocean where wave after wave of miserable experiences crashed into her one after another. On top of that, she seemed to be some kind of evil force that sucked the life out of everyone who showed her kindness. Thus at the age of five, she learnt her lesson to be independent in the harshest ways possible from Life. But those experiences made the once helpless and weak girl, the strong, independent and powerful woman she is today, Olivia Basu. Since then she kept all her actions in control until that one encounter at VN High School during her mission as an undercover student named Ankita Dey. ______________ This story consists of several side couples some of whom belong to the LGBTQ+ community. This is a slow burn. Contains mature content. THE COVER PHOTO IS FROM PINTEREST

O sei vittima o carnefice. Per il mondo, o sei bianco, o sei nero. Resta a te la scelta. Ma, tutti si macchiano. Chi col sangue e chi col senso di colpa. Veniamo costruiti da pensieri, azioni, verità e bugie. Quale tra queste è riconducibile alla vera realtà di noi stessi? Ogni vita ha il proprio peso ed ogni errore ha la sua conseguenza. Solo obbligandoti ad affrontare la realtà puoi andare avanti. E se non lo fai tu, tocca farlo ad un giudice. Quando ti ritrovi in un posto dove ciò che hai fatto ti viene messo su un tavolo non puoi nasconderti dietro alla negazione. Bisogna affrontare ciò che rimane. Ovvero te stesso, il freddo e la polvere di una cella. Fra vendette, bugie, verità, finzione, giustizia, sbarre, sbagli, colpe, manipolazioni, violenze, ideologie e segreti, tutto condurrà ad un'unica realtà dei fatti. Angeli dannati in cerca di emozioni e demoni disperati in cerca di pace. Lei, vittima del pericolo. Lui, vittima del crimine. ©copyright,tutti i diritti riservati

What if your best friend were a ghost-and your soulmate? Buchi never imagined his scholarship to a prestigious Korean school would come with invisible princes, ancient curses, and dangerous rivals. As the only one who can see Min Soo, a Korean prince cursed to walk the earth unseen, Buchi becomes his lifeline to hope. Jealous students, power-hungry sponsors, and dark supernatural forces threaten to tear their connection apart. Will Buchi rise above the odds to break the curse, or will love be lost in the shadows of time? Buchi-egeun joheun hakgyo-e iss-eo-neun scholarship-eul jwahae, geu-eun gil-eseo an-bo-in-eun wang-ja-reul mann-a-seo, gil-eseo an-bo-in-eun ma-eum-eul mann-a-seo, Buchi-eun geu-ui ma-eum-eul bich-eo-neun sa-gwa-reul jwahae. , , , . Buchi-wa Min Soo-eun geu-deul-ui ma-eum-eul kkae-wo-jwoya hal su iss-eoyo. Geu-deul-eun eotteoke hae, Min Soo-eui jo-geum-eul kkae-wo-jwoya ha-geoyo? ########### "Guy why you dey look me like that?" His voice was steady, but the flicker of confusion and heat in his eyes made my chest tighten. At first he didn't say anything until l asked again but in korean (Neo-neun wae naege ireol geoseul hae-yo?) - "Why are you looking at me like that?" (Jeoneun aniya)"I’m not," I lied, though my gaze refused to move from the water sliding down his neck, tracing the hard lines of his chest before disappearing beneath the towel. (Eotteoke geurae?) " Huh! Really?" he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. ("Neo-neun naege gyeoljeong-gwaui gwaje-cheoreom bolleo issna-yo) "Because you’re looking at me like I’m some kind of forbidden fruit." I swallowed hard, cursing the way my breath hitched. He wasn’t wrong. Something about him—his presence, his confidence, the way he stood there dripping wet like he didn’t have a care in the world—had me unraveling. ("Neo-neun ban-naj-eo iss-eoyo.") "You’re the one standing half-naked," I shot back, though the words lacked bite. ("Mwo neo-neun mweo-rae ganeun-ga?") "What do you expect?" He laughed, the sound deep and rich, like the rumble of a storm. "I didn’t expect you to be so easy to distract." ("Neo-neun joheun geol al-a-isseo.") ("Joheun geol an-iya.") "Distract? I’m not distracted." My words came out too quick, too defensive. He stepped closer, his damp hair falling across his forehead, and for a moment, the space between us felt electric. "Then wati dey make you dey blush?" I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Because he was right—I was blushing, my pulse racing, my thoughts a mess. And then, just as suddenly as he’d appeared, he was gone, leaving nothing but the memory of his smirk and the ache in my chest that told me this wasn’t over. --- Can you survive the pull of gravity when it’s not just the black hole that’s consuming you—but him? Dive into ETHEREAL BLUE, a tale of cursed ghosts, forbidden connections, and the kind of chemistry that stops time itself.

Manoj, a brilliant student, secures a place at a prestigious university solely through his intelligence and talent, despite his difficult circumstances and lack of support. Yet, misfortune seems to follow him like a shadow. Amidst his wealthy classmates, Manoj faces numerous challenges, feeling like an outsider in their privileged world. But a shocking revelation changes everything: Manoj comes from one of the world's wealthiest families. Then why was he forced to hide his true identity and live in abject poverty? What hardships must he endure, and what drives him to keep his identity a secret?

--- Elara, rimasta orfana, ha trovato in Kai la sua unica, vera famiglia. I due, soli al mondo, gironzolano per le strade dei bassifondi di Eldoria vivendo di furti ed espedienti, e si arrampicano sulle facciate dei palazzi fino al rifugio segreto improvvisato sulla cima del campanile. La loro temerarietà, però, li mette in pericolo: quando sottraggono un candelabro d’oro dalla casa di un ricco mercante, diventano subito dei ricercati. Tra depistaggi, inseguimenti e la fuga a bordo di un veliero di pirati, avrà inizio un’avventura rocambolesca che condurrà Elara alla scoperta della sua identità: perché i suoi occhi... ---

Baila Arerebo was a 24 year old who was happily married to her Husband Tamar Arerebo. They've been married for two years untill the dey her two years of marriage started falling apart and in a blink of an it failed apart and she had to sign the divorce papers, but what was the reason for the divorce? “You don't have to worry pack your things and get out of my house we are getting a divorce”he said and her eyes widened in Terror. “What”she exclaimed. That day her best friend rapped her and her husband was the one who saved her from that day onward he started acting strange, he brought women home even in her present never cared about her. now he wants a divorce only for she to find out that she was two months pregnant she accepted the divorce with heavy heart and flew out of the country without her ex husband knowing she was pregnant with his babies. Five years gone by and she became the best model in the world she opened her own skin and cosmetics company that made millions in a year. Join me to find out as to what will unfold on this thrilling romance after she became partner in business with her ex husband.

In a world tethering on a war between Werewolves, Humans and powerful Vampires. Blackwood a place where the moonlight bestows its ethereal glow upon age-old secrets, unfolds a mesmerizing tale of destiny, entangled in forbidden love and the enduring conflict between humans and werewolves. Amidst this struggle, vampires weave insidious plots to dominate all of mankind. As the Lupus Dei, The King that was promised, Ethan grapples with the extraordinary gifts of accelerated healing and the ability to transform at will. Often morphing into a colossal, hulk-like werewolf, he navigates a world where alliances hang by a delicate thread, and shadows conceal a history marred by betrayal. Within the echoes of this forbidden love story, the resonance spans through the ages, weaving seamlessly with a prophecy that promises unity but harbors the potential for chaos. Join Ethan on a riveting journey where the moonlit forest serves as a haunting backdrop for a war waged between light and darkness. Choices made within this realm reverberate through a world ensnared by ancient enmities. As the narrative unfolds, discover a tapestry intricately woven with suspense, passion, and the enchantment that lies beneath the surface of the night. Ethan's odyssey becomes a dance between the forces of light and darkness, where the consequences of each choice echo through the ages, shaping the destiny of a world ensnared in the delicate balance between ancient adversaries.

He pinched her nose and that made Song Dei Si snapped back to reality. “Hey!” Song Dei Si put a mock on her face as she looked at Yan Mor Tee. "Earthcalling Song Dei Si. Are you back from Milkyway?" Yan Mor Tee's handsome face was grinning at the woman whose eyebows were knitted next to each other. "A penny for your thought?" He asked and gave her a concerned look. Song Dei Si gave him a survey look at this time. When she looked at him that way, he always felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but looked away from her gaze. "I need your help" she said in a low voice. He looked back at Song Dei Si's tiny yet beautiful face and asked "What is it?" "I need to get pregnant soon" she said nervously. "So how can I be of help?" He asked. Puzzled. "Be the father of my child." Upon hearing her answer, he can't help but burst out laughing. *********** IMPORTANT NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Cover photo not mine. CTTO. This is an original story and updates are only being uploaded in Webnovel. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without the author’s consent. Thank you. Join me in my discord channel :) https://discord.gg/wbdZEM

e lei lavora presso il bar e dove fa la differenza tra le sue sfaccettature della animo umano e molto affascinante come sempre da parte nostra conversazione telefonica e quando mi sono mai sentita così vicina a qualcuno come te e molto bella e molto sexy e piace a tutti e ci provano tutti con lei perché è troppo bella la ragazza che si chiama Linda Carowsky e ha 29 anni e sono molto brava a fare i caffè e sono molto brava come barista e mi piace molto felice e il mio mestiere e possibile avere qualche notizia positiva per la nostra relazione con te e fino alla fine dei miei giorni. ero single e non c'era nessuno all'infuori dello stesso può essere il mio fidanzato e non è niente di male Poi c'è Pierson fode e un impegno lavorativo che è molto bello e interessante e molto altro ancora e che bello e mi piace molto il suo lavoro e propietario della BMW e va continuamente al bar a prendere il caffè dalla ragazza che si chiama Linda Carowsky

HER "Excuse me, sir, I'm looking for my father." Sameera Krishnamurthy is a freshly graduated engineer who travels to America from India in search of her father. She is lazy. She is bubbly. In short, she is CRAZY. HIM "I will pluck her wings and trap her in a small jar where she knows nothing but me, where she sees no one but me, and then... and then I will enjoy breaking her." Vincent Vitale Salvatore is a mafia leader, in fact, he is Capo Dei Capi who handles the New York outfit. He is arrogant. He is ruthless. In short, he is THE DEVIL. THEM Why is Vitale, the boss of all mafia bosses, is interested in her? What does he want with her? Will Sameera be able to sense the trap she is walking into or will it be too late? Read this book to find out what happens when these two different worlds collide.

Li Qinxin a university student who loves to read cultivation novels died and reincarnated in a cultivation world. Follow her in a world where only the strong lives and weak dies. In the new world she will be the strongest where she would not have to depend on anybody like the cultivation novel where girls have to depend on male lead. where girls are fake lead, she will be the true lead character. she will write her own destiny with her own strength.........

What happened to the man who decided to never leave his home? He died. Well, kind of... Okay, at least not entirely... He almost destroyed the Earth, ruled a kingdom in space, survived Collassals fracturing reality and even Explored the abyssal sea on a mighty ship! His stories became eternal across the stars. Shall we hear them all? Join me and read about his rise and maybe even his fall. --------------------------------------------- I'm writing a new story and I don't know if my writing is good or not but I would appreciate it if you let me know if you like the book~! FYI I joined the fantasy carnival so if you support the book, I'll make sure to dish out them chaps. Thank you in advance! Also for those wondering it's pronounced ["De"-"Eh"-Dey"] Or so It sounds in my head. Day-day works too! Art: Jensen Art - free commercial use (edited)

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The name of this story .monster beast was a bad beast man then he meet this laddy call amarchi .amarchi was a pool girl and she have no body .her aunty named ngozi . came back from Lagos and tell amarchi that she we go with her .amarchi was so happy to hard that from her aunty .some few days letter amarchi take ngozi and traveled back to Lagos some weeks letter amarchi start maturing her so bad .ngozi .come and take this money and buy pure water for me half bag .amarchi: okay aunty I,m coming .then she take the money and buy the water when she was coming back she sew one man pls help me with one water .amarchi:okay sir take .monterbeast : thanks my name is monster beast .he .ask her u live around ,amarchi :yes sir I have to go ,monster beast :no problem dear thanks and she went back home ,ngozi: amarchi this water is not complete ,amarchi yes ma I drink one ,amarchi: are u mad ngozi slept her ,so monster beast was looking at her ,next day ,amarchi was going to market and she sew monster beast,,amarchi :good morning sir , monster beast: how are you ,amarchi : fine sir ,monster breast: u are not fine who is the laddy u live with ,amarchi: she is my mom sister ,monster beast,and were is ur mom ,amarchi: she is late ,monsterbeast :oooo,sorry ,amarchi: pls sir are u a beast ,monster beast: why are u asking ,start going, monster: was asking He's self a question, why since I see this girl I changed who is this girl I most find out , some day letter , some girls ask amarchi why are u following that beast , amarchi: which beast , some girls, monster beast he is a bad monster , amarchi, he is my friend so he is a bad monster beast, but he have not ,kill me y ,next day, amarchi : sew monster beast, sir pls can I talk to u .monster beast: stay away from me pls just go ,amarchi pls sir ,monster breast just go pls ,amarchi just start going, ngozi: see u beast child, amarchi: why are u calling me that pls stop I,m not a beast, ngozi: go and get me water now,amarchi went to bring water for her ,she start asking her self why aunty ngozi is calling me beast who I ,m my I most find out, some days letter amarchi go back to the village to the village to ask, amarchi:sir is amarchi late favour ebere daughter, the man OK my daughter why are u here, amarchi: thanks sir my mother sister keep calling me a beast, the man : yes my daughter u are the daughter of a beast , ur father was a bad monster beast, but ur mom changed him,no beast can hot u ,u can change any beast ,amarchi: thanks sir, she went back to Lagos, some mouth letter amarchi sew the monster beast ,monster beast pls $569 who are u ,amarchi tell him her story and dey were more den a friend some years letter dey got married , the end

తెలుగు నవల రాక్షసుడు _ఆడెపు మనోజ్ అతడి కళ్ళలో ఒక శక్తి వుంది! ప్రపంచంలో మరే కళ్ళకీ లేని శక్తి అది! కేవలం అతడికి మాత్రమే వుంది. అది మెస్మరిజమూ కాదు- హిష్నాటిజమూ కాదు. కేవలం సాధన ద్వారా వచ్చిన శక్తి అది. సాధనంటే మళ్ళీ యోగమూ, ధ్యానమూ కావు. కష్టాలూ- చుట్టూ వుండే రాక్షస మనస్తత్వాలూ- మోసం చేసిన మిత్రులూ, ఆఖరి క్షణంలో అదుకున్న శత్రువులూ- వాళ్ళవల్ల అంగుళం దూరం వరకూ వచ్చి వెళ్ళిపోయిన అపాయాలూ- పస్తులున్న రోజులూ- నిద్రలేని రాత్రులూ అన్నీ కలిసి అతడికి ఆ శక్తినిచ్చాయి. ఒక్క నిముషం మాట్లాడితే చాలు, ఆ మాటల్లో అవతలి వ్యక్తి బలహీనతని పట్టుకుంటాయి ఆ కళ్ళు. అదే వాటికున్న శక్తి. డబ్బు – స్త్రీ… దైవభక్తి… కీర్తి కండూతి ….జూదం…. ప్రతీ మనిషికీ ఎక్కడో ఏ మూలో ఒక బలహీనత వుంటుంది. దాన్ని సరిగ్గా పట్టుకుంటాయి ఆ కళ్ళు. ఆ తరువాత అతడు వాళ్ళకి కావాల్సింది వాళ్ళ కిచ్చి, తనకి కావాల్సింది తను తీసుకుంటాడు. అతడిలో గొప్పతనం ఏమిటంటే అతడు అవతలివారి బలహీనతని గుర్తించినట్టు చులకనగా మాట్లాడడు. అతడిలో ఇంకో గుణం కూడా వుంది. అతడు నవ్వడు. అవును. అతడు నవ్వడు. అతడి జీవితంలో ఇంతవరకూ ఎప్పుడూ ఒక్కసారి కూడా నవ్వలేదు. అతడి కోర్కె ఒకటే. ఇంకా ఇంకా సంపాదించాలి! అంతే. అయితే అతడి ఆశయం సంపాదించటం కాదు. ఒకర్ని సంతృప్తిపరచాలి. అలా సంతృప్తి పరిచి మరొకరి ఆచూకి తెలుసుకోవాలి. -manoj

Saat hidup terasa begitu melelahkan dengan segalanya yang begitu menggiurkan, terjebak dalam kubangan hitam berputar-putar mencari jalan keluar. Saat hidup terasa sangat memuakan dengan segala sandiwaranya mencoba tetap tersenyum lalu kembali menapaki takdir tanpa tahu kemana jalan akan membawa akhir. Dan saat semua orang hanya menontonnya dengan tawanya yang pecah, sambil berseru, “Dia hanya seorang anak itik yang merindu matahari.” Tapi Ia percaya, “Fainni Qorib”, sesungguhnya, tak sejengkalpun kita diabaikan. Buku ini tentang perjuangan meraih apa yang diyakini “menang”

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"The More You Hate, The More You Love" Ang simpleng kasabihan na 'yan ba ay totoo o kathang-isip lang? Mapapatunayan ba ng kwentong ito na pwede mong mahalin ang isang tao kahit siya ang mortal enemy mo? Samu't saring opinyon at iba't ibang pananaw subalit ang tanging masasabi ko lang ay, expect the unexpected. Traydor si kupido, hindi mo alam kung kanino niya itututok ang pana at kailan niya ititira ito. Halika't samahan mo akong tunghayan at subaybayan ang buhay ni Yaminah Ava Huxley; Ang babaeng mag kakaroon ng magulo pero masayang mundo. Sabay-sabay tayong umiyak, tumawa, magalit at ma-inlove.