Akuma No Mi Devil Fruit

La séptima vez que Simón Narváez faltó a nuestra cita para registrar el matrimonio, corté todo vínculo con él de forma radical. En las reuniones de amigos donde él asistía, yo faltaba deliberadamente. Cuando lo invitaron al acto del aniversario universitario, abandoné el lugar antes de su presentación. Si la empresa donde trabajaba optaba por colaborar con él, presentaba mi renuncia inmediata. Incluso en Nochevieja, cuando vino a mi casa para dar los saludos del Año Nuevo, inventé una excusa para no estar en casa. Lo bloqueé en el móvil, eliminé nuestros contactos mutuos, una ruptura total y definitiva. Ni yo lo contactaba, ni él tenía forma de encontrarme. Durante treinta años de mi existencia, había dedicado la mayor parte de mi tiempo a amarlo con devoción ciega, a cuidarlo con esmero. No fue hasta esa séptima vez en el registro civil, cuando una vez más me dejó esperando sola, que finalmente abrí los ojos. ¡Bastó ya de aquella situación! Preferí mil veces la soledad absoluta que seguir aguardando noche tras noche en un hogar vacío.

Un par de días antes del Año Nuevo, Diego —mi novio— decidió irse a la playa con su asistente. Yo no dije nada. No lloré, no grité, no hice escándalo. Incluso lo ayudé a empacar, con todo el cariño del mundo. ¿Y él qué hizo? Se burló. Me dijo que, ahora que estaba embarazada, por fin había aprendido a comportarme. Apenas se fue, me fui directo a abortar. En mi vida pasada, había intentado retenerlo con ese bebé. Y lo había logrado: él no se había marchado. Al final, su asistente había ido sola a la playa, y ahí la habían matado de una forma brutal. Diego siempre fingía que nada le afectaba. Siempre con esa cara tranquila, como si todo le diera igual. Pero, cuando estaba a punto de dar a luz, fue él quien me abrió el vientre con sus propias manos. Apretó con fuerza… hasta que asesinó a mi hijo. Y fue en ese momento cuando lo entendí todo: siempre me había despreciado, y desde la muerte de aquella mujer… me odiaba sin medida. Por eso, ahora, que había vuelto a nacer, pensaba dejarlo sin nada.

Antes de la boda, descubrí que llevaba más de dos meses embarazada. Leobardo Ríos, algo ebrio, acarició mi vientre y bromeó a medias: —Verónica Vega, aún no estoy preparado para ser padre. ¿Y si no tenemos este bebé? Con el corazón en calma, respondí suavemente: —Está bien. En mi vida pasada, había insistido en quedarme con ese hijo. Pero, cuando Valeria Sánchez perdió el suyo por accidente y quedó con secuelas para volver a concebir, Leobardo me guardó rencor. Después de la boda, su actitud hacia mí fue completamente fría, mientras el hijo que había traído al mundo tras un parto difícil, que casi me costó la vida… lloraba, deseando que Valeria fuera su madre. Más tarde, cuando tuve un accidente de coche y me desangraba, padre e hijo pasaron junto a mí con total indiferencia, con tal de poder llegar a tiempo al parto de Valeria. Mientras yo moría desangrada, ellos celebraban con efusividad una nueva vida. Por eso, en esta nueva oportunidad, no volveré a perderme a mí misma ni tomaré el camino equivocado, por lo que, sin más, marqué el número del director, para anunciarle: —Estoy dispuesta a unirme a la expedición polar.

Roscoe vowed to never put someone on a pedestal, especially if it's because of love. But when the so-called "Devil" of Mafia world met the angel in disguise, Agatha Herodez, he found himself dragging her towards the nearest church, forcedly put a ring on her finger, and vowed to never let her get off the hook from their shotgun marriage. Yup. The devil didn't just find a new toy. He finally got his biggest obsession. Her.

An invitation coated in dust, an oath in exchange of a soul and a bond too tight to break. But it is all an accident, a huge mistake Ria got herself into, tangling herself in ropes of the only demon king known to travel with chaos following behind him like a shadow, the devil himself. What happens when Ria accidentally sells her soul to the devil over something so desperate and cynical. And how does their bond come to be, bringing along dark desires and suppressed emotions? Why is the devil taking interest on this particular soul enough to stain with his dust? How will Ria set herself free?

No one has ever been able to look him in the eye and lived to tell the tale. Even other supernatural beings trembled at the sight of him, and here in the human world, people avoided him because of the dark aura around him, but one girl stood out. The human girl who told him that having a dark aura doesn't make him dangerous. She had said she could be friends with him because she doesn't judge a book by its cover, and she was convinced that Lucas could do more good in the human world. And she said all these, even without the slightest hint of what he was. These words seemed to soften Lucas, who was known to be the devil's son. But can she really tame him? Can she still love him when she finds out that he was pure evil? Can Lucas protect her from harm with all the wrongs he had done in supernatural realm, even the wrongs he had done to his father, the devil?

Before our marking ceremony, my fiancé, Adrian Conner, insists on bringing his childhood sweetheart along on our trip—all because Flora Wooledge says she also wants to see the northern lights. He switches my first-class ticket to Flora's name. He says, "I'll fly first class with Flora. You can take connecting flights by land. The doctor said it's not good for a pregnant woman to stay at high altitude for too long." I don't cry or argue. Instead, I calmly push him toward Flora. He snorts. "You've finally learned to behave. You're not as clingy and troublesome as before." After he leaves, I quietly sign the abortion consent form at the hospital. Then, I book a ticket to the southern hemisphere. In my past life, I begged and clung to him, hoping to keep him with our pup. But on that trip, Flora was attacked by rogue wolves and torn apart in the snow. Adrian kept a calm facade. Yet on the night I was about to give birth, he dragged me back home and cut open my belly with his own hands. He stood there and listened as our pup's cries slowly faded away. He poured all his hatred onto me. He believed I caused Flora's death and that I ruined his chance to become the Conner family's heir. To him, I was nothing more than a sacrificial pawn. In this new life, when I step off the private jet, I see Adrian standing there with his eyes bloodshot. He stares at my belly and asks, "Where's the pup?" Before I can answer, his half-brother wraps an arm around my waist. "Adrian, show some respect to your sister-in-law."

I've been in a secret relationship with my stepbrother, Caesar Kane, for eight years. He promises he'll marry me after graduation. As graduation approaches, he tells me he's tired of me and has found someone younger and prettier. I throw away the ring he gave me and cut up my wedding dress. All of his friends place bets on how long it will take before I come crawling back to him. Caesar has always treated me like I'm his property and declares with complete confidence, "Give it three days tops. She'll come crawling back in tears, begging me to take her back." So I accept the invitation from a prince from my Farbourne University prep program. I follow him to Snowcall, leaving behind the stepbrother who clearly doesn't care about me anymore. Caesar finally cracks and calls me. "Miranda, enough with the drama. Come home." A man's low, amused chuckle comes through the phone. "Pro tip—you shouldn't wait around if you want to win your woman back. Someone else might sweep her off her feet." Caesar practically snarls into the phone. "Put Miranda on the phone!" The man leans down and kisses me. "Sorry, we wore each other out pretty thoroughly just now, and she's out cold. Give me a second to wake her up properly."

The Alpha of our pack decreed that his heir’s mate must be chosen from a decent background. But the next Alpha, Bleiz, chose me as his mate—a slave picked up by a healer. For me, Bleiz gave up his inheritance and endured ninety-nine lashes, blood soaking through his shirt. Still, he smiled at me and said, “Nancy, don’t be afraid. You’re the only one I want as my future Luna.” Later, the Alpha finally relented, agreeing to let Bleiz and me elope, but Bleiz had to leave an heir for the family. Since then, the words Bleiz said to me most often were: “Please wait.” The first time, Bleiz asked me to wait—for him to get another omega pregnant. The second time, Bleiz asked me to wait again, because the first child was a daughter, and the Alpha family wanted a son. Just when I thought I’d finally endured enough, Bleiz and Mona’s daughter—who had just celebrated her 100-day celebration—suddenly developed a high fever and vomited blood. Everyone believed I had poisoned her. When I was stripped naked and thrown into the freezing ice pond in the dead of night, Bleiz stood at the edge, watching. “I told you to wait,” he said, his eyes filled with disappointment. “Why did you hurt my child?” This time, I decided I would wait no longer.

Cassandra Wolf is a very smart, intelligent and very beautiful lady. She was happy with her life. Until one day, she got kidnapped by a hot and handsome billionaire Hendrick Black. Who wants to cage Cassandra forever for himself. Will she ever find someone who will love her unconditionally?