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Superboy And Miss Martian Get Back Together

Reborn To Be His Obsession: Miss Nobody Strikes Back

Head over heels in love, Ayla Caddel marries Silas Locke, a wealthy entrepreneur in Maple County, believing she’s secured her happily ever after. Eight years later, she’s living a nightmare, but still refuses to see it. Despite being constantly mistreated by her in-laws and repeatedly cheated on by her husband, Ayla forgives him, believing it’s simply in a ‘man’s nature.’ Even when Silas infects her with an STD that leaves her infertile, she still forgives him. She sacrifices a high-paying job to ease his insecurities, cooks, cleans, and contributes to household expenses… all while enduring daily humiliation. One night, Silas brings home his pregnant mistress, Elena Simmons along with a major business partner and serves Ayla divorce papers like she’s yesterday’s trash. Shattered, she runs to the rooftop to catch her breath, but that’s when it happens. She overhears a cruel phone call Elena makes and confronts her about it only to be shoved off the roof. As she falls, she locks eyes with Elena’s cold, smiling face. Tears slide down her cheeks and she unwillingly embraces death, full of regret. As her skull hits the pavement, the last flickers of life flashes before her eyes. And with searing clarity, she realizes: she was never the problem. If only she could turn back time… she would do everything differently. But then… Ayla Caddel wakes up the next morning, not in a hospital, but seven years before her death. This time, she plans to burn her fairy tale to the ground, starting with divorcing her ‘perfect’ husband. She vows never to get entangled with a man until a certain man suddenly clings to her hips, refusing to leave. . . . Ezra Hale, the man Silas relied on for business, was never interested in Silas. He was rather drawn to Ayla, but never approached her and patiently waited for the scales to fall off her eyes. That was until he hears of her sudden death while driving to work. Heartbroken and guilt-ridden, he crashes into a truck and dies instantly. Only to open his eyes seven years earlier. On this day back then, Ayla had brought Silas lunch at work, only to be embarrassed and shouted at to leave. But this time, as Ezra walks by… he doesn’t care that his entire staff is watching and directly pulls the woman he never thought he’d see again into his arms.
LittleGoddess_ · 13.8K Views

To His Hell and Back

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."
mata0eve · 303.6K Views

Get together myself : A timeless bond

"Get Together Myself" is an emotional and soul-searching journey of a 25-year-old woman named Shweta, who is drowning under the weight of a demanding job, unspoken expectations, and a silent storm inside her. From the outside, she appears strong and composed, but within, she’s slowly falling apart — disconnected from her dreams, her joy, and most importantly, herself. One day, after an exhausting breakdown, Shweta finds herself mysteriously transported to her childhood town — and face-to-face with her 10-year-old self. Confused yet strangely comforted, she embarks on an unexpected journey with her younger version — reliving moments of innocence, forgotten dreams, and long-lost courage. As the story unfolds, the young Shweta begins to question the grown-up version of herself: “Why did you stop smiling like me?”, “Why did you forget our dreams?” These questions stir a deep emotional conflict within the older Shweta, who is forced to confront the gap between who she was and who she has become. Through this magical and emotional get-together with herself, Shweta slowly rediscovers the light she lost — the strength to say no, the courage to choose peace over pressure, and the simple joys she once lived for. "Get Together Myself" is not just a story of time travel — it’s a heartwarming reminder that healing begins when we reconnect with our inner child. A tale of burnout, nostalgia, and emotional recovery, it beautifully captures the moment when a woman stops running from herself — and finally chooses to come home.
shweta_mahangare · 1.9K Views

HERE IS HOW TO GET IT BACK SAFELY HIRE ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST

At 49, my life is the result of both calculated risks and deeply painful betrayals. As an economics lecturer at Harrington University, I teach students about market fluctuations and financial strategy. But the most profound lessons I share come not from textbooks, they come from my own personal experience with loss, betrayal, and eventual recovery. WhatsApp info: +12 (72332)—8343 Before stepping into university classrooms, I was a high school teacher at Westbridge High. Quietly and methodically, I built a $370,000 cryptocurrency trading portfolio. What started as a side project became a private triumph, a reflection of my deep understanding of economic principles, cultivated through discipline, patience, and analytical thinking. But ambition can invite envy. Email info: Adware recovery specialist @ auctioneer. net  Some of my old friends from Westbridge, once trusted confidants, became resentful as they learned of my growing financial success. That resentment turned malicious when they orchestrated a sophisticated phishing attack. It came through a seemingly harmless email. One careless click, and just like that, everything was gone. My savings, my sense of security, and my faith in people I had known for decades vanished in an instant.  The aftermath was paralyzing. Though I reported the theft, the digital trail seemed impossibly complex. I felt isolated, betrayed, and utterly lost. Then a colleague referred me to Adware Recovery Specialist, a cybersecurity firm that specializes in digital financial fraud. Within just 32 hours, they recovered my compromised email, traced the attack, and compiled a detailed forensic report. The evidence was airtight, IP addresses, time stamps, even messages exchanged by the perpetrators. Website info: h t t p s:// adware recovery specialist. com  Thanks to their work, I took legal action. Faced with irrefutable proof, my former “friends” settled quickly, agreeing to pay $300,000 in restitution to avoid criminal prosecution. Today, back at my desk at Harrington University, I bring more than just economic theory into the classroom. I teach about risk, trust, digital vulnerability, and most importantly, resilience. I share my experience not to scare, but to prepare. Because no amount of expertise shields you completely from deception. But with the right allies, even the worst chapters can be rewritten. Yes, I still trade crypto. But now, I do it with triple-layer authentication and a much more guarded heart. Every time I log into my secured accounts, I think of Adware Recovery Specialist, not just for recovering my funds, but for restoring my belief that justice, with the right team, is possible. Because sometimes, the most valuable recovery isn’t just financial, it’s personal.
Susan_Sosnowski · 1.2K Views
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