me quema me lastima

"Hey bro, look at that" "Who is she why is she hooded and facemasked, it's hot" "Tsk, just ignore that" "I bet she's ugly" "All right I bet she's beautiful" That's what I heard when I walked to the hallway of the school, they said everyone has a secret, it's up to us how we keep it or reveal it. But others say there is no secret that cannot be revealed. I have a secret that no one should know, only my parents know. My secret is ... P.S Names, characters, places, and events may be the work of the author's imagination or mere fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or local or human, living or dead, is purely coincidental. PLAGIARISM is a CRIME!

Sally, a woman whose kindness knew no bounds, had met a tragic end. Helping an elderly woman cross the street, she was struck by a car, her face left a horrifying, unrecognizable mess. The accident stole more than just her beauty; it cost her her job, her loving boyfriend, and even the family of her aunt, who had previously embraced her as their own, cast her aside. Desperate to rebuild her life, she tried to find work, hiding her disfigured face, but her attempts were met with cruelty. Instead of compassion, she faced relentless criticism, brutal street beatings, and even stones thrown at her by those who saw her as monstrous. Alone and broken, she succumbed to the cold, harsh reality of her existence, dying a lonely death in the bitter winter. But death was not the end. She was transmigrated and occupied someone's body into a world called Myr, a land of magic and wonder. And with her, came an unexpected companion: Queen of Queens, a game she had played in her past life, a game now interwoven with her new reality. This game, a matriarchal world ruled by women, offered her a second chance, a path to redemption. By completing missions, gathering resources – especially the precious gold – she could recruit workers, troops, and powerful heroes, building her own kingdom, forging her own destiny, and escaping the harsh judgment she faced in her previous life. This time, she wouldn't be defined by her appearance, but by her strength, her resilience, and the kingdom she would build.

" I asked a question! " The small individual shouted, taking everyone by suprise . " I-- I don't think thats - His eyes shifted from her body to look at his friend, features contorting in to a devilish anger, that wouldn't be able to leave his face easily. Striding over to his target, the short make looked up into his friends eyes, even with the height difference the elder was still scared... Knowing how angry he could get and the things he would do when angry made Yoon re-think his words completely... " I asked you a question, it's in your best interest to awnser me. " Taemin warned his friend - before he heard a throaty gulp reverberate in his friends throat. " She-- I don't know... I don't know think she'll make the night. "

"Are you okay with the fact that you'll never be normal again?" ... "Do you promise to follow my orders, no matter how drastic they may seem?" ... "Are you okay with the fact that you may never see someone that you care about again?" ... "Will you devote yourself to the betterment of humanity?" ... "Alright. Last one. Do you promise to never betray me?" Three adventurers have been traveling across the world, in search for jobs to get themselves more money. It was just a normal day, when the town they were stopping by in was suddenly attacked by the most fearsome person in the world. God. That attack led those adventurers into a much different path than they had been expecting. One with action, excitement, fear, and heartbreak. But, where will their journey end up? Only time will tell....

Athena loves her wife. She loves Maria’s smile and sculptor’s hands and tender dominance. She loves being Maria’s model, posing for the creation of art. She’s happy to stay right where Maria’s arranged her, taking pride and pleasure in remaining just so. And as she stays so perfectly still, her submission becomes more and more pleasurable -- and distracting.<br><br>But if Athena can wait without moving, she’ll earn her reward ... and find the sweetness of release in the art of surrender.

Mi ex estaba en el altar. La novia, mi hermana menor. Y yo… era dama de honor. Hace solo dos meses me juraba amor eterno. Hoy la espera con flores en las manos y esa sonrisa que alguna vez fue mía. Según mis padres, no asistir habría sido aún más humillante que estar ahí, rota por dentro y con un vestido que no podía sostenerme. Lo que no sabía era que la fiesta tenía reservado algo más que miradas de lástima y brindis forzados. Un extraño con sonrisa arrogante interrumpió mi peor momento. Me salvó, sí… pero también se aseguró de que no pudiera olvidarlo. Y así empezó todo. Lo inesperado. Lo incómodo. Lo inevitable.

Genre : Romance || Comedy *** Namaku Mia Giovani Steward. Aku lahir tanpa mendapat kasih sayang dari mom, karena demi melahirkanku, mom harus kehilangan nyawanya. Hanya dad satu-satunya orangtua yang membesarkanku dengan kasih sayang. Suatu malam dad berkata kelak akan ada seorang pria yang akan menjagaku disaat aku dewasa nanti. Apakah pria seperti itu ada?

A simple man, a plain man, a boring man. A man of dreams, dreaming of dreams. A story without rhyme or reason. It all starts with this man, where will his lead him?

This is the quest of a zombie who must conquer the world.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!