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Get the APPCold Wave Superpower Reanimators on Judgment Day by Hiroki
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Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable
My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out. I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm: "In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling." Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped. When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself." Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son. The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne. I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie." I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.Naya's POV
“You sure you’re leaving for real?” Meg asked beside me with her gloomy eyes.
"You know the reason why I am leaving right? I don’t wanna be in trouble especially that I am nothing compared to them." I stated. Another reason is that I found out that the man I used to love is now getting married, so what’s the reason for me to stay?
“So where are you gonna live now after you leave this island?” I took a deep breath.
“In Manila? Wherever the waves bring me. I just need to leave this place to have my moving on process.” just like those seashells drifted by the waves,
"When are you living?” my eyes rolled when Megan throw me another question.
“You’re not an investigator, right? You have too many questions.” I demanded.
“Just answer me Naya,” she said
“Uhm…tomorrow.”
"Tomorrow? Why that’s too early?"
"When should then? After a month or a year?" sarcastically I asked her.
"Okay…okay calm down I’m just asking you know?”
After we have our short conversation, we decided to go back to work again. The café was loaded with costumes and it’s that tiring. Looks like after this day I’m drained.
"Here's your order, Ma'am." I quickly returned to the counter to get the other trays of order. Shit…my legs hurt!
I can’t even get some rest because of too many orders.
"Here’s for table four Naya!” Megan shouted. I took the tray and walked through table four.
While walking I didn’t intend to hear some girl talks. Their talking of someone reason for me to get interested.
"Did you hear the news? Timothy Estrella is now going to be married and guess who’s the lucky girl?”
"Who? Is she the famous fashion model?"
"Nope. He was going to marry Verone Sandoval."
"Is it true?”
“Of course. They're meant for each other right?”
“Yes, they are. I just can’t picture it out how Tim has his past relationship with just a waitress.”
I froze because of what I’ve heard. The man I love is now going to marry my best friend's sister. Why Megan didn’t tell me?
"I pity that waitress girl. Imagine how Tim makes fun of her flesh.” my fist clenched into tight balls as I heard them telling those theories.
I continued to walk as I tried to control myself. Bedwarmer huh? Maybe that was the true intention of Tim but he didn’t succeed. He has my lips but he never laid his single fingers on my body.
"Here's your order, Ma'am and Sir."
As soon as I served their orders, I run into the stock room and tears rushed from my eyes. Memories with Tim flashes on my mind. The way we used to shared our smiles. His comfortable hugs make me feel I’m secured and most of all, his sweet and gentle kisses.
“You’re the girl I want to spend my whole life with Naya.”
Fuck it! I was fooled by your hugs and kisses. I was fooled by your promises, Tim and I regret it now. I should have known that your sweet words can deceive. You gave me the promises and I hold onto them but now, what happened?
You make me believe and yet you left me a wreck and broken like glass. You left me hanging into our dreams.
"Stop crying Naya." I turned my gaze toy best friend standing in front of me.
"I thought you will never cry again for that asshole?" she sits beside me as she holds my hands.
"M-meg…” I almost whisper and tears fell again on my cheeks.
"Lemme hugs you,” she said as she hugged me tightly. I'm very thankful that I have her…I have Megan Suarez as my best friend.
"This is the reason why I didn’t tell you that Timothy is going to marry my half-sister. I know that you would cry a lot again and I can’t take it. You cried a lot and that’s enough Naya.” she caresses my back and giving me comforting hug.
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Bring By The Wave
Naya Luiz is a half-american who live her life independently.She was contented on what she has in life and never ask for more than she deserves.Her life was once pieceful not until she met one of the Estrella. The wave of destiny drove them away but she never expect that it is a blessing in disguis/0/21766/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d9387944bc9a631d4ee5367c311a59c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
On a Rainy Day
The life of a young teen, Quinifa Sheldon turns upside down after she lost her parents in an assassination On A Rainy Day. She is determined to find the assassins who are equally after her life too. What happens when her best friend becomes her worst enemy? When love comes in between?/0/27085/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230221160414&imageMogr2/format/webp)
On cold autumn aftermoons
Megan was a normal, straight-laced teenager who never took chances. Losing her virginity to the stranger who ran her over was never in her plans. But that's exactly what happened. One perfect night and she fell head over heels in love with the man she never saw again. But life was not the best with/0/81311/coverorgin.jpg?v=5abc691c75406d48aae4b3eeac614201&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn on My Wedding Day
I lay dying, fifty years of my life a bitter regret. My wife, Chloe, whispered her final wish: "Scatter my ashes… with Ethan's." Ethan. My half-brother. Even in her last breath, he was her focus. My own heart gave out, not from illness, but from the crushing weight of a life wasted, a fifty-year/0/81642/coverorgin.jpg?v=dabdef29010fee3e010a218c89ce9a43&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn on Our Wedding Day
My wedding day. Again. I stood there, a young woman forced into an arranged marriage, about to become Abigail Blackwood. In my previous life, a cold, brutal tyrant named Ethan, obsessed with a family vendetta, systematically destroyed everything and everyone I loved. I suffered silently with a te/0/3986/coverorgin.jpg?v=93c5bb174b6cf6d513f1e3288cc07498&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Betrayal on the Wedding Day
On my wedding night, the woman I had loved for ten years, Olivia Stone, told me our marriage was a mere convenience. Standing by the window, her back to me, she declared her lack of desire for me, her words colder than our untouched bed. The next morning, I overheard her telling her assistant, Alex/0/81639/coverorgin.jpg?v=f47dd79c308150a7d849f8ecbe615335&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn on Mock SAT Day
My eyes snapped open to the blare of my alarm, October 17th. Senior year. Mock SAT Day. A familiar, suffocating nightmare. For a second, I didn' t know where I was, then the cold dread washed over me: I was back. Back to that exact day. The beginning of the end. I remembered it all: the accusation/0/2505/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c8c773d16de2a0d388638d2e5919a76&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Jack O' Judgment
They picked up the young man called "Snow" Gregory from a Lambeth gutter, and he was dead before the policeman on point duty in Waterloo Road, who had heard the shots, came upon the scene. He had been shot in his tracks on a night of snow and storm and none saw the murder. When they got/0/15695/coverorgin.jpg?v=bfad2fcacabf319c0c80fb09439cfc07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Divorcing The Billionaire On Valentine's Day
Adeline had one choice: marry Grayson Archer, the ruthless billionaire, to save her dying mother and erase her father's gambling debts. Five years as his contract wife meant enduring cold indifference, sharp words, and a life overshadowed by his manipulative family. When the contract ends, Adeline s/0/68868/coverorgin.jpg?v=d6bee9b4086cdaf87c7c02eb9dc8a6ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped by the Cold Billionaire
"You don't know just how long I've been waiting to have you..." My breathing accelerated. "What do you mean?" William moved so fast I could barely register it until he backed me up against a wall. His face was so close to mine that it made my head spin. His hand found the hem of my dress, and he p/0/80301/coverorgin.jpg?v=f198a4f99c54824c81040517db5a0d4e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
On My Wedding Day, My Love Disappeared
My name is Ethan Prescott, scion of a powerful family, destined for a life groomed by expectation. My future was mapped out: marry Victoria Sterling, secure the Prescott legacy, forge a formidable alliance. But then I met Sarah, a bright, real woman who painted harbors and loved the sea. She awakene/0/82699/coverorgin.jpg?v=351dcc3193bf0e8b521ad990a89cfb4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn on the Day of Reckoning
The faint line on the pregnancy test glowed, a stark white against the cold marble. My hand trembled, not with joy, but with the icy grip of a memory that chilled me to the bone. This was the day, the exact day it all began to unravel in my first life. Ethan, my charming, ambitious husband, a risin/0/2089/coverorgin.jpg?v=b17782014915b873f35407bfbf7c9a02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Wedding Day
I lay paralyzed in a luxury Swiss clinic, my body a heavy sack of meat I no longer controlled. The heart monitor’s rhythmic beep was the only thing louder than the silence, a mocking countdown to my inevitable end. My fiancé, Jordan, walked in looking impeccable in the custom suit I had bought him/0/79753/coverorgin.jpg?v=7feddc015f0809ee2c8a4b1db871c016&imageMogr2/format/webp)
On Her Wedding Day, His Death Began
I was Ethan Miller, a boy from a trailer park, who married into the impossibly wealthy Vanderbilt family. My life with Vicky was a gilded cage – opulent, yes, but undeniably a prison. My stutter, a constant echo of my humble beginnings, always made me feel like an outsider in her world. But nothing/0/80360/coverorgin.jpg?v=987ced3a85fc4c3c6f9b4bc5eb05f27b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
