naruto perfect cell fanfiction

Menikah dengan mantan rival? Ya atau tidak? Ganaya yang tengah terpepet itu tak punya pilihan selain menerima tawaran pernikahan dari Ginan-- rivalnya semasa kuliah dulu-- demi bisa mendapatkan tempat tinggal secepatnya di kota rantauan. Pernikahan yang sangat mendadak itu tentu saja membuat keduanya perlu beradaptasi dengan segala tingkah dan kebiasaan mereka. Tapi, apa jadinya jika pernikahan yang semula didasari oleh perjanjian itu perlahan mulai tercampur dengan perasaan baru yang sebelumnya tidak pernah dibayangkan sebelumnya? Akankah pernikahan mereka akan terus berjalan seiring dengan perasaan cinta yang terus tumbuh, atau ... justru akan berakhir setelahnya? Ditambah dengan fakta baru yang Ganaya dapatkan tentang Ginan membuat gadis itu tak percaya dengan apa yang sedang terjadi. Bagaimana kisah mereka selengkapnya? Ikuti kisah mereka di sini.

Blurb. All she wanted was to impress her boss and become very popular. All she had to do was to get a person with dark secret and expose them but in the process of doing that she got married to a very famous business man. He was hard to get and she will have to make him fall in love with her. Along the line she fell in love with him. Will she still be able to accomplish her goal?

My husband woke me at 2 AM, demanding I come to the hospital to operate on Ava Foster— his first love. When I arrived, Ava was lying ghostly pale in the hospital bed. The chart showed end-stage uremia; she desperately needed a kidney transplant. I explained that her condition was critical, and without a matching donor, there was nothing I could do. My husband mistook my professional assessment for jealousy. He slapped me hard across the face. "What kind of doctor are you?" he snarled. "Are you just going to let her die? Test more people until you find a match!" I rubbed my cheek and nodded calmly. "Actually, we already found one." "Your kidney is compatible with hers. You'll be the donor."

Nasira ang relasyon ni Celeste sa kanyang asawa na si Darson nang malamang siya ay baog. Isang araw ay nagdala na ng mistress si Darson sa kanilang tahanan na noon ay apat na buwan nang buntis. Her husband soon divorced her and abandoned her in a dangerous place mercilessly after the dirty thing that mistress did to her. Pero hindi niya aakalain na sa delikadong lugar na iyon ay aksidente niyang maliligtas ang buhay ng isang mafia boss na si Primo Semion Lombardi, at mag-alok ito ng marriage proposal!

Angelo Ian Diano didn't expect he would survive being hit by a speeding car. He wanted to thank the heavens for suddenly sparing his life and giving him another chance to correct his mistakes. But when Angelo opened his eyes, he was suddenly greeted by a nerve-wracking situation. From being a man oozing with masculinity, he suddenly became a femme fatale, as if the heavens were conspiring against him to punish him for all the things he did in the past. To add to the situation, not only did Angelo possess a body of just any woman but a married woman. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry because of his circumstance. To make matters worse, he found out that the husband of the woman he had possessed is the very person he has hated to the bones. Let's take a look at his story and find out who will be the first to go crazy. Is it Angelo or the one reading this?

On our fifth anniversary, Henry Judd—the guy who once swore he'd propose—rented out an entire mall for Cecilia Cheape's birthday. A diamond the size of a pigeon's egg sparkled on her finger. I'd been dumb enough to think it was meant for me. "Cece, I'm gonna give you a birthday you'll never forget," he announced, loud enough for the whole world to hear. Then he yanked the tab off a soda can and handed it to me. "Lulu, those gaudy things don't suit you. You deserve something unique." He slid the can tab onto my finger—his version of a proposal. Cecilia got the dream birthday. I got a piece of trash and a slap of reality. Later, when he found out I was marrying someone else, he got down on one knee with that same ring and begged me to say yes.

The most popular girl from my high school is getting married. She invites everyone in our class to the wedding. I want to act like I don't see the message, but she deliberately tags me in the group chat. "You kept pretending to be a rich girl like me in high school, but I don't hold it against you. In fact, I'll allow you to attend my wedding tomorrow to see what the rich life is like." The other classmates speak up. "You're so generous, Haley. It's no wonder you can marry someone from the Baumer family. I can't believe you can even forgive someone as materialistic as Emma!" "Does someone like Emma Larkin even deserve to attend Haley's wedding? She's so full of herself." As the insults become worse, Haley Stockwell steps forward to keep the peace. "Come on, let's put this behind us. I'm not bothered by these things since it's been so long. Anyway, let's not bear a grudge against Emma when she's already so poor and ugly." Everyone in the group chat starts singing her praises and calling her kind and innocent. I sneer. Haley is the one who kept pretending to be rich—I'm the true heiress from an affluent family, yet she made me out to be a liar. She turned me into the target of everyone's insults. I check the digital wedding invitation to see that the venue is my villa. The groom looks familiar—isn't he my husband's driver? I smile at the thought of what's going to happen. I reply, "Sure! I have to attend your wedding!"

The daughter of my father's first love suffered from heatstroke because she was left in the car, so he tied me up in a fit of anger and locked me in the car boot. He looked at me with utter disgust and said, "I don't have a vicious daughter like you. Stay here and reflect on yourself." I begged him, apologized to him, and pleaded for him to let me out, but all I got in return was his ruthless order. "Unless she dies, no one is allowed to let her out." The car was parked in the garage. No one could hear me no matter how much I screamed for help. Seven days later, he finally remembered me and decided to let me out. However, he had no idea that I had already died in that trunk and could never wake up again.

My boyfriend has always doted on me. However, after learning that I can't go to work at the bank after falling and injuring myself, he snaps at me. "Why didn't you tell me you switched shifts with someone else? That was a cheap move!" I don't refute him. Instead, I pull out a hospitalization record as I watch the bank descend into chaos. In my past life, I attended to a couple who wanted to deposit five million dollars into their account. Their child had been diagnosed with a rare illness. They'd gotten the money by selling their organs and mortgaging the home—it was to save their child's life and pay for the surgery the following day. However, the money was stolen the following day. I helped them check where the money was withdrawn, but the surveillance footage showed I was the one who did it. My best friend wept when the couple questioned me. "You shouldn't have stolen the money someone needed to save a life, no matter how materialistic and covetous you are!" My boyfriend hurried over and said, "I wondered why you suddenly had money to buy a car—you stole it! You're heartless!" The child died after failing to receive treatment in time, and the couple stabbed me to death on the streets out of devastation. When I open my eyes again, I think injuring myself will help me escape this. To my surprise, the surveillance cameras once again capture me stealing the money.

When the college admission notice arrived, I suddenly developed a high fever and was bedridden. My sister encountered a kidnapping on her way to help me collect the notice, and her life was uncertain. My parents hated me deeply. After tearing up my admission notice, they forced me to give up my studies and work in a factory. Later, I experienced a kidnapping as well. After narrowly escaping, I hid in an abandoned factory and sent them a message for help. My dad called me and shouted at me without restraint, “Lena, are you even human? How could you play such a joke on us on Jessica's memorial day!” “Do you have any idea how much your mom and I wished it had been you who died back then?” In my last moments before death, their insults echoed in my ears. I was tortured and killed, turned into a monster, and my body was thrown into a stinking ditch for three full days. Even my father, the most experienced forensic expert, couldn’t recognize me. When my sister returned home with the guy she eloped with years ago, my dad had just restored my appearance through technology. They knelt before my decaying corpse and cried until they fainted.