coco creepypasta

Ang life trial system na “If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It” ay sumabog sa eksena na parang isang naglalakbay na circus na nagpapangako ng magagandang bagay. Ang ideya ay plain. “Kung sa tingin mo ang buhay ng ibang tao ay magulo at tingin mo kaya mong mas gawin ito ng maganda, sige at patunayan mo. May reward na naghihintay kung magawa mo.” Bago ko mapagtanto, ang buong pamilya ko na tinuturing akong hanggal sa gitna ng palabas. Nandyan ang ina ko, nangangarap na gawin akong inahin. Ang asawa ko, na naglaan ng mga taon umiiwas sa nararapat na hati ng bigat ng pamilya. At ang anak kong lalaki, naaawa pag nakikita ako. Tinulak nila ako sa “judgement seat” na para bang kontrabida sa isang kwento. Bawat isa sa kanila ay sumumpa, sa pwesto ko, maayos nila ang buhay ko kaysa sa kaya ko. Ang pusta? Well, kung magawa nila ito, ang consciousness ko ay mabubura—mawawala, binura na parang pagkakamali sa chalkboard—at gagawin nilang personal na katulong. Dagdag pa dito, maglalakad sila palayo ng may isang milyong dolyar. Pero kung hindi nila magawa? Kung gayon ako ang siyang makakakuha ng tatlong milyong dolyar. Ngayon iyan ay pustahang kaabang abang, hindi ba?

As the Ruiz family's most notorious hitman, Romero Alvarez is well acquainted with the most depraved corners of New York's underworld. Upon receiving orders to serve as Scarlett Ruiz's personal guard, Romero knows it wouldn't be easy keeping the Ruiz's Princess alive, especially when the rival crime families set their sights on the young heiress. He has his eyes on her also… and seducing her was a pleasurable sin of his…. Until Romero realizes that his own desire might be the greatest threat to the Ruiz's family. …….. Determined to please her father and uphold the family's power over the underground of New York. Scarlett vows to strengthen the Ruiz name by any means necessary, even if it means selling her heart to the highest bidder.

After a breakup, I went to a nightclub and employed the services of a male escort. He turned out to be blind, so I immediately lost interest. I was about to leave when he suddenly pulled me into the bathroom. He revealed his chiseled abs and said in a deep, smooth voice, “Miss, I may not be able to see, but my fingers are very nimble.” As he spoke, he slid his hand under my dress.

Chief Kaave was a force to be reckoned with on the gritty streets of Dirty South. With rugged good looks, a fiery temperament, tireless work ethic and boundless wealth, he clawed his way to the top to establish an empire his daughter, Coco Kaave, would do anything to protect. When the taste of power and blood is seductive, and the cutthroat world of Dirty South takes it's toll, Coco finds herself caught up in a dangerous game of revenge and betrayal, where sex is used as a weapon and trust is a rare commodity. As the stakes gets higher and the risks become greater, Coco must navigate a treacherous landscape where every misstep could mean the end of her family's empire. Can she rise to the challenge and take her place as the new Queen of Dirty South?

Dirty South 2 is a tumultuous continuation of the happenings, mishaps, mayhems and the crazy affairs that characterized Dirty South and it's movers and shakers in the likes of Coco Kaave, Chief Kaave, Chief Onapuruagu, Detective Flynn, e.t.c When the news of Coco's dad, Chief Kaave's death, shook Dirty South, bringing to a close an era of revenge, betrayal, power tussle and a need for control; Coco quietly married Chief Onapuruagu, the man she loved and settled into the daily life of being a good wife with the thriving Empire, TRENDZ, which she fought and earned. Life never felt better for Coco... However good things never last and a heart breaking moment did shake her out of her blissful reverie when she suffered a forced miscarriage during her gender reveal party. Who could have poisoned the unpoisonable Coco? Coco leaves everyone and everything to seek solace in Kuje Island, now, everyone knows Dirty South is about to rain blood! Coco's soon to be born offspring was murdered and someone had to pay for it.

"Was there something I could have done, to make your heart long for me?To make you see me as your dream the way I see you as mine?” "Nothing is better than to both say our goodbyes, so let’s just let it go Russe. Goodbye.” she vanished into the eerie night with her bag. Russe continued staring at the spot she vanished from, and with tears welling up in his eyes he fell to his knees. “I love you Adel!” he whispered. Nothing would hurt a powerful werewolf more than being rejected by his mate and that’s what happen to Russe, the Alpha of the Teros Pack. After years of being in love and then rejected on the wedding day, he vowed never to get married to another woman, except that the moon goddess’s prophecy really gave him no way out. The moon goddess gave a prophecy decades ago stating “The Alpha who is rejected by his mate must not be without an offspring for the throne. When he begat a first son with the Xenakis, the hybrid one regardless of her mate must be sacrificed for he whose eyes is as cloudy as the sky. Tribulation awaits the Teros Pack until a new offspring is born.” His mate rejected him for a human she was pregnant for, and now he drunkenly impregnated the Xenakis's only female warrior. Finding out his unborn son would be born disabled wasn't the end of his nightmare, even his mate’s hybrid child had to be sacrificed for his own disabled child. Torn between his lingering feelings for his mate and his fatherly love for this disabled child, Russe has to make the decision or someone else will. But who is the enemy? The cause of this whole misery?

Trois ans après ma mort, mon mari s'est enfin souvenu de moi. Parce que sa précieuse amie d'enfance a rechuté d'une leucémie myéloïde, et qu'elle a de nouveau besoin d'une greffe de cellules souches hématopoïétiques. Il s'est rendu à l'adresse où j'habitais autrefois, dans l'intention de me faire signer un formulaire de don. Mais il a découvert que l'appartement était vide depuis bien longtemps. Alors il est allé se renseigner auprès des voisins. L'un d'eux lui a dit : « Vous parlez de Coco ? Elle est morte depuis un moment, la pauvre. On raconte qu'on l'a forcée à donner sa moelle alors qu'elle était déjà malade. Et à peine revenue chez elle, elle a rendu son dernier souffle. » Il a refusé d'y croire, convaincu que les voisins et moi étions de mèche pour lui jouer un sale tour. Agacé, il s'est tourné vers le voisin et a lancé d'un ton excédé : « Si jamais vous la croisez, dites-lui que si elle ne se montre pas dans les trois jours, je ne verserai plus un centime pour les frais médicaux de son sale gamin. » Le voisin, voyant qu'il n'y avait rien à tirer de lui, a secoué la tête et s'est éloigné en murmurant : « Le pauvre gosse... il est mort de faim depuis longtemps, lui aussi... »