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Six months after the divorce, she was in the hospital to give birth, unexpectedly he accompanied his girlfriend maternity check-up.He broke down on the spot when he heard the news.\n\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\nSummer sat in front of the vanity mirror and waited for the makeup artist to apply her makeup. Suddenly, the door opened, and her mother, Karen, hurried in. She saw Summer's messy hair and her long gray jacket that went with the gray look on her face. She looked angry. "The Emersons are here. Why have you not changed your clothes?"\n Summer pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and looked dumbfounded. "Mom, do you really want me to marry my sister's fiancé?"\n Karen thought she was making a big mistake doing this, and her face turned white with anxiety. The Emersons were waiting outside, and a simple mistake could destroy her whole family!\n She knelt in front of Summer and anxiously said, "Summer, I beg you. Your sister deserves better, why don't you just help her!"\n Summer's hopeless eyes gradually became cold. Although Karen was her biological mother, she had favored the children of her father's deceased ex-wife. Karen knew that Summer's sister's fiancé was ugly and impotent, but she wanted Summer to marry him anyway.\n The servant's pleadings could be heard outside the door, "Madam, the Emersons are upstairs."\n Summer didn't reach out to help Karen, indifferently saying, "Get up, I'll go."\n This time, she really has lost her all to this family.\n Opening the door, she saw a group of strange bodyguards standing outside the door.\n These were the people the Emersons sent to pick her up.\n She is going to marry someone today without a wedding or a groom. "Come on." She walked ahead and went downstairs first.\n The Emersons were the richest family in Huyang city. The only heir, Leonardo, was disfigured and was impotent after he was kidnapped more than ten years ago.\n Since then, he has not appeared in public. He was rumored to
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Anna. My life has become a adventure in a day. I mean this is too much to take in and I don't know what to do whom to share with nor I know where I'm suppose to go. Is this what I get to be a daughter who lost her mother at a young age. I was never the reason for her death but dad never left a moment to make me realise me that I was the one responsible for her death. How can a 9 year old know to take anyone's life I did not even know what was happening and why my dad was blaming me. Even before I could figure out things I was sent to Australia far from dad. And today I'm going through the same moment where I don't even know my mistake, yet I'm being punished for nothing. I don't know how far I had walked by now it does not matter as I don't even know where I'm going. I continued walking after some time I noticed a car following me I got scared and started walking fast. Once I was almost running the person in the car yelled my name. I stopped and turned back to see Jonathan. He was my aunt's son and my cousin. I recognized him as I saw him in the hospital too. I was glad that atleast I had someone to help me out. "Oh thank God Jonathen it's you I was so scared. Aunt is not allowing me in nor is this guy who I was married to." I said him. "Was married to?" He asked confused. "He divorced me" I said and that made him even more confused. "Yeah I know it's strange but true I even said it to aunt but I guess that made her more angry can you pleae talk to her for me please Jonathan." I requested him. "Anna don't embaress me ofcouse I'll talk to her. And yeah I'm sure she was too shocked by that news and that's why she reacted that way. Once she understands the situation she will accept you." He said and I was reliefed hearing him. "So where should I go now?" I asked him as I did not know anything. "That's not a problem you can stay in my friend's apartment for now. Once mom is all fine I'll take you back" he said making me happy now. "Your friend would not have problem?" I asked to assure that his friend
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"Dad, my mom is dying. The hospital costs 300000!" In the study, Lu Fei knelt on his knees, clenched his fist, bowed his head and clenched his teeth. His father, Lu Ankang, was sipping tea and said leisurely, "Lu Fei, say yourself, how many medical bills have I paid for her over the years?" "if there is no 1 million, there are seven hundred thousand or eight hundred thousand, isn't it?" "the doctor said that she was a strange disease and could not be cured. Instead of causing her so much pain, you might as well let her get rid of it as soon as possible!" Cold-blooded and heartless words came from his own father. Lu Fei clenched his fist, his veins burst out on his hand, and gritted his teeth: "I don't blame you for not liking me for so many years." "but you are sorry to my mother. She is ill now. It is your duty to help her!" Hearing Lu Fei's words, Lu Ankang was a little angry and buckled the teacup on the table with a dull sound, and the tea splashed everywhere! "haven't I helped enough!? How much did I pay for her? Who is to blame for the fact that she is not proud of herself and has been half-dead all the time? " "and you! I have found such a good home for you, you are not satisfied! It's like a dog's heart! " Hearing Lu Ankang's angry roar, Lu Fei looked up at him and said disdainfully, "for my own good?" You're just doing it for your son, Luke. " "in the first place, he should have gone to the family to recruit a son-in-law. It's you! You asked me to go in his place! " Lu Fei roared, "all these years, I have been humiliated in taking care of my family. You arranged it all by yourself. Do you have the nerve to say it is for my own good?" Lu Qi is the same father and half mother as Lu Fei. At the same time, the fate of the son of the Lu family is the difference between cloud and mud. Lu Qi was born to his wife and was born with a golden spoon. He is the honest heir of the Lu family, while Lu Fei, the son of the other woman, has been neglected everywhere since he was born. When Lu Fei was five years old, he an
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She thought she was marrying an ugly old man, but instead it was a handsome, powerful boss! Chapter I Summer sat in front of the vanity mirror and waited for the makeup artist to apply her makeup.Suddenly,the door was pushed open,and her mother,Karen,hurried in.She saw Summer's messy hair and that she was wearing a long gray jacket to go with a gray look on her face.She looked angry."The Emersons are here.Why have you not changed your clothes?" Summer pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose,and looked dumb."Mom,do you really want me to marry my sister's fiance?" Karen thought she was going to regret,her face turned white with anxiety.The Emersons were waiting outside,and a simple mistake could destroy her whole family! She knelt in front of Summer with anxiety."Summer,I beg you.Your sister deserves better,why don't you just help her!" Summer's hopeless eyes gradually became cold.Although Karen was her biological mother,she gave all the favors to the children of her father's deceased ex-wife.Karen knew that Summer's sister's fiance was ugly and impotent,but she wanted Summer to marry him anyway. The servant's pleadings sounded outside the door,"Madam,the Emersons are upstairs." Summer didn't reach out to help Karen,indifferently saying,"Get up,I'm leaving." This time,she really lost all her to this family. Opening the door,she saw a group of strange bodyguards standing outside the door. These were the people the Emersons sent to pick her up. She is going to marry someone today without a weding let alone the groom."Come on."She walked ahead and went downstairs first. The Emersons are the richest family in Huyang city.The only heir,Leonardo,was disfigured and got impotent when he was kidnapped more than ten years ago. Since then,he has not appeared in public.He was rumored to be brutal and ugly,and no woman sent into his house came out alive. There is no greater sorrow than heartbreak.Even if he is a devil,it does not matter. ... Arriving at Leonardo's villa,the bodyguards took her
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In front of the Magic Phantom KTV... Zhou Tian had just parked the car when he saw his sister-in-law, Li Ruoshi. This girl was young and beautiful. Today, she wore light makeup, which made her look more delicate and lovely. "Ruoshi, hurry up and get in the car. Mom is waiting for you for dinner." When he got out of the car and opened the door, one of his legs was not working well and he looked very laborious. "Hey, isn't this the brother-in-law of Ruoshi, the lame man? You really deserve to meet him." "His left foot on land is 160 centimeters, his right foot on land is 170 centimeters, and his average height is 165 centimeters. Heehee..." "Don't laugh at him. It's not easy to be disabled..." The several young girls who came out with Li Ruoshi were twittering happily. Li Ruoshi was so angry that her face turned pale. Every time she met this worthless brother-in-law, she would definitely have trouble. Wasn't she laughed at by her companions? "Get in quickly. Didn't I tell you to wait for me across the street?" Li Ruoshi glared fiercely at Zhou Tian, then got in the car and sat in the back seat. "I was afraid that it would be unsafe for you to cross the road, so I drove here..." "Cut the crap. You've brought shame upon me." "..." Zhou Tian did not dare to say anything else and drove away with Li Ruoshi. He had married into the Li family for more than three years, but his status was not as high as a dog's. Thinking about it, he felt sad. "Mom, I'm back. Hey, who is she?" As soon as Li Ruoshi entered the house, she saw a girl about her age. "Who else could it be? Cripple's sister." Zhang Shuyun rolled her eyes at Zhou Tian. She couldn't take a fancy to this son-in-law who had neither family nor background. "Oh, I'm going back to my room." Li Ruoshi glanced at Zhou Tian’s sister, who was dressed in rustic clothes, and went back to her room. "Sister, why are you here?" Zhou Tian looked lovingly at Zhou Ling. "I haven't saved enough tuition fees this semester..." Zhou Ling rubbed the corner o
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Life has trained women better than men emotionally. ..and there is nothing wrong with that. Men can talk about the feminine part in themselves, but its a more powerful vibration coming from a woman. Healing from a female perspective can look very different than it does from a male perspective. Certain types of nourishment can only come a mother. In nature the man had to go out, he had to hunt. ..and the woman was nurturing the children and birthing the children (thank you, mom) If your role was to go out and hunt for the family, expressing emotion may not be the best tactic. More intention, less emotion was the default for most men… What could possibly be more closely linked to our emotions than who we are? Anyone who’s found themselves holding their breath when nervous, or taking short, shallow breaths when they’re angry can tell you how closely linked our breathing is to our emotions. It’s something that sounds so simple Just breathe… When you think of breathwork, you probably think of the physical aspect of breathing—the inhaling and exhaling of air. It’s the technique, power, and intention that we put into practice that makes breathing a way for us to deal with stored emotions. Never have I went through a time in my life where I felt exempt from life’s everyday struggles But there is a bridge… And breathwork is the bridge which helps us access and get in tune with our emotions. https://courses.yogilab.com/tw
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When I was about 9, my mom was involved in a car accident that wasn't her fault, but the car was destroyed. It was a complete write off. It was about 2 weeks before our scheduled summer holidays and mom just wanted the replacement value of the car as she had another car all picked out. She just needed her check from our provincial insurance to pay for it. The difference of what they were fighting about was about $400 back in 1994, and my mom was bound and determined she was getting the full replacement value. She just wanted to get a new car so she could take us camping for our holidays. The insurance adjuster declined my mom three times. And she was just getting more and more angry. She had every single piece of documentation for the value of her car and the replacement costs and that remaining $400 was all she wanted. As a last ditch effort, she even tried reasoning with the adjuster that she had three small girls and she just wanted this sorted so she could take her girls on holiday. His exact words were, “You can have your holiday in the office here for all I care, it's not my problem this is our final offer.” Well, my mom took that as a dare. Bright and early Monday morning mom showed up at the insurance adjuster’s office with a picnic lunch and three girls with toys in hand to have her holiday right there in the office. They're a crown corporation (province owned) and their office and lobby spaces were classed as a public area back then, so they couldn't make her leave. Imagine a 9, 7 and 5-year-old are playing quite happily and rambunctiously since we'd been told we were on holiday and didn't need to use our going out manners. Which I'm sure you can imagine isn't quiet at all. The insurance adjuster called the police to have us removed, except they show up only to greet my mom by name, since she cuts their hair! She explained to them that it's a public service office and they can't force us to leave unless we enter an employee only area or stay outside of business hours. One of the officers even sat down with us and was having a cup of pretend tea at our tea party. The entire morning, my mom proceeded to tell every customer who asked that she just wanted the replacement value for her car. She was a poor single mom with three kids and they'd made it so we couldn't go camping on holiday but the adjuster had kindly offered to let us have our holiday in their office. She said this with a big conniving grin every single time. About 1:30pm, it’s nap time for my youngest sister. But of course, it's too loud, too bright and she's ridiculously over stimulated and also tired and really needs that nap. Like most overstimulated and tired children, she kicks off in a huge sobbing tired tantrum. Full volume sobbing about how she wants to sleep and go camping. She easily went full volume for at least 30 minutes. My mom didn't bother to quiet her down and just soothed her back. At that point, the division manager came out and asked to speak to my mom. So I got told to stay put and mind my sisters for a minute. My mom came out 5 minutes later with a full-value check in hand and a big smile on her face. She thanked the manager, packed us up, picked up my sobbing baby sister and took us home. She called the sitter to come over and came back 2 hours later with our new-to-us car with a brand new hitch to tow our hard top tent trailer, packed and ready to go camping.
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Life has trained women better than men emotionally. ..and there is nothing wrong with that. Men can talk about the feminine part in themselves, but its a more powerful vibration coming from a woman. Healing from a female perspective can look very different than it does from a male perspective. Certain types of nourishment can only come a mother. In nature the man had to go out, he had to hunt. ..and the woman was nurturing the children and birthing the children (thank you, mom) If your role was to go out and hunt for the family, expressing emotion may not be the best tactic. More intention, less emotion was the default for most men… What could possibly be more closely linked to our emotions than who we are? Anyone who’s found themselves holding their breath when nervous, or taking short, shallow breaths when they’re angry can tell you how closely linked our breathing is to our emotions. It’s something that sounds so simple Just breathe… When you think of breathwork, you probably think of the physical aspect of breathing—the inhaling and exhaling of air. It’s the technique, power, and intention that we put into practice that makes breathing a way for us to deal with stored emotions. Never have I went through a time in my life where I felt exempt from life’s everyday struggles But there is a bridge… And breathwork is the bridge which helps us access and get in tune with our emotions. https://courses.yogilab.com/tw
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A luxurious manor, in the western suburb of Yanjing City. In the center of this 100-acre luxurious and elegant manor, an extraordinary and indestructible steel house stood there, which was completely made of high-quality steel including the doors, windows and beams. At noon, Qingcheng Liu, known as the country's richest woman, was walking slowly toward the house with food plate on her hands. As soon as she arrived at the iron gate, a dull voice inside came out, "Just put the food at the door!" Qingcheng Liu stood at the door and said, "Why not let me in and stay for a while?" "No!" The man answered resolutely . Qingcheng Liu did not give up, "I just want to see you. Please let me in. I’ll leave right away after that." "There are too many hidden traps inside the room. You will get hurt if you come in." A cold voice came from the iron house. Qingcheng reluctantly said, "My son, the manor is monitored everywhere with strict protection. Moreover, you have learned martial arts and possessed extraordinary abilities since your childhood. Why are you so cautious?" That's right. The man in the house was Qingcheng's loved son, Andy Wu, the heir to the First Family in the country——the Wu family! Hearing what his mother said, Andy gave a reply slowly, "False friends are worse than bitter enemies. It’s always right to be cautious." Qingcheng said, "You are right. But you have been staying in the house since you became the heir to the Wu family. I haven't seen you for four years. Don’t you think you are too cautious on this?" Andy Wu said disapprovingly, "Mom, do you know that how many people out there are jealous of me and even hate me because I’m the heir to the Wu family? " Andy Wu cares most about his life. He has been hoping to live to a hundred year with valor since in his early age. That’s why he changed his name to Andy. As Andy’s mother, she certainly knows about her son. He is so clever that he is good at learning everything. Now he has been a man versed in both literature and martial arts, in addition, he was appointed as the heir to the Wu family when he just came of age. But he was too cautious! His mother Qingcheng thought so. Qingcheng could do nothing with Andy. Seeing that Andy didn’t eat, she sighed deeply. After putting down the food gently, she had to leave. It was not until Qingcheng Liu disappeared from sight that Andy Wu took the food and began to eat. But then, Andy Wu's complexion suddenly changed. "It’s poisonous!" Realizing that something was wrong, Andy immediately stretched fingers into his throat and tried to spit out the food. Puff! As a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, he fell to the ground with his expression filled with consternation. …… Three years later, in a mental hospital, Westplain City. Andy Wu slowly opened his eyes on the bed, staring at the ceiling. His fists were clenched tightly. A strong force was flowing rapidly inside him with his eyes flashing a sharp light in the silent space. He was very concerned about his security, and staying cautious about everything all his life, but he never expected that he was poisoned. Thinking of this, Andy felt very irritated. "Still alive? Put on your clothes and go with me!" A female voice suddenly came along as Andy was being immersed in memories. A tall woman strode into the ward. This woman, named Jenny Xia, was known as a beauty in Westplain City. Andy let loose his fists immediately and looked at Jenny Xia. After a while, Andy asked, "Who are you?" Jenny shouted angrily at Andy, "You stupid! Don't you remember your wife?" Wife? Andy was instantly stunned. When did he get married? He tried to recall. But the memories seemed to be so terrible that made him painful. As Jenny was looking at such a stupid man, she became more angry at the sight. She frowned and complained, "I can’t understand why Grandpa took such a fool as my husband!" Three years ago, Guangyao Xia (The old man of Xia family) gave his order that his beloved grand-daughter Jenny be given to Andy Wu in marriage. Later, and shortly after Guan
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A luxurious manor, in the western suburb of Yanjing City. In the center of this 100-acre luxurious and elegant manor, an extraordinary and indestructible steel house stood there, which was completely made of high-quality steel including the doors, windows and beams. At noon, Qingcheng Liu, known as the country's richest woman, was walking slowly toward the house with food plate on her hands. As soon as she arrived at the iron gate, a dull voice inside came out, "Just put the food at the door!" Qingcheng Liu stood at the door and said, "Why not let me in and stay for a while?" "No!" The man answered resolutely . Qingcheng Liu did not give up, "I just want to see you. Please let me in. I’ll leave right away after that." "There are too many hidden traps inside the room. You will get hurt if you come in." A cold voice came from the iron house. Qingcheng reluctantly said, "My son, the manor is monitored everywhere with strict protection. Moreover, you have learned martial arts and possessed extraordinary abilities since your childhood. Why are you so cautious?" That's right. The man in the house was Qingcheng's loved son, Andy Wu, the heir to the First Family in the country——the Wu family! Hearing what his mother said, Andy gave a reply slowly, "False friends are worse than bitter enemies. It’s always right to be cautious." Qingcheng said, "You are right. But you have been staying in the house since you became the heir to the Wu family. I haven't seen you for four years. Don’t you think you are too cautious on this?" Andy Wu said disapprovingly, "Mom, do you know that how many people out there are jealous of me and even hate me because I’m the heir to the Wu family? " Andy Wu cares most about his life. He has been hoping to live to a hundred year with valor since in his early age. That’s why he changed his name to Andy. As Andy’s mother, she certainly knows about her son. He is so clever that he is good at learning everything. Now he has been a man versed in both literature and martial arts, in addition, he was appointed as the heir to the Wu family when he just came of age. But he was too cautious! His mother Qingcheng thought so. Qingcheng could do nothing with Andy. Seeing that Andy didn’t eat, she sighed deeply. After putting down the food gently, she had to leave. It was not until Qingcheng Liu disappeared from sight that Andy Wu took the food and began to eat. But then, Andy Wu's complexion suddenly changed. "It’s poisonous!" Realizing that something was wrong, Andy immediately stretched fingers into his throat and tried to spit out the food. Puff! As a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, he fell to the ground with his expression filled with consternation. …… Three years later, in a mental hospital, Westplain City. Andy Wu slowly opened his eyes on the bed, staring at the ceiling. His fists were clenched tightly. A strong force was flowing rapidly inside him with his eyes flashing a sharp light in the silent space. He was very concerned about his security, and staying cautious about everything all his life, but he never expected that he was poisoned. Thinking of this, Andy felt very irritated. "Still alive? Put on your clothes and go with me!" A female voice suddenly came along as Andy was being immersed in memories. A tall woman strode into the ward. This woman, named Jenny Xia, was known as a beauty in Westplain City. Andy let loose his fists immediately and looked at Jenny Xia. After a while, Andy asked, "Who are you?" Jenny shouted angrily at Andy, "You stupid! Don't you remember your wife?" Wife? Andy was instantly stunned. When did he get married? He tried to recall. But the memories seemed to be so terrible that made him painful. As Jenny was looking at such a stupid man, she became more angry at the sight. She frowned and complained, "I can’t understand why Grandpa took such a fool as my husband!" Three years ago, Guangyao Xia (The old man of Xia family) gave his order that his beloved grand-daughter Jenny be given to Andy Wu in marriage. Later, and shortly after Guan
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A luxurious manor, in the western suburb of Yanjing City. In the center of this 100-acre luxurious and elegant manor, an extraordinary and indestructible steel house stood there, which was completely made of high-quality steel including the doors, windows and beams. At noon, Qingcheng Liu, known as the country's richest woman, was walking slowly toward the house with food plate on her hands. As soon as she arrived at the iron gate, a dull voice inside came out, "Just put the food at the door!" Qingcheng Liu stood at the door and said, "Why not let me in and stay for a while?" "No!" The man answered resolutely . Qingcheng Liu did not give up, "I just want to see you. Please let me in. I’ll leave right away after that." "There are too many hidden traps inside the room. You will get hurt if you come in." A cold voice came from the iron house. Qingcheng reluctantly said, "My son, the manor is monitored everywhere with strict protection. Moreover, you have learned martial arts and possessed extraordinary abilities since your childhood. Why are you so cautious?" That's right. The man in the house was Qingcheng's loved son, Andy Wu, the heir to the First Family in the country——the Wu family! Hearing what his mother said, Andy gave a reply slowly, "False friends are worse than bitter enemies. It’s always right to be cautious." Qingcheng said, "You are right. But you have been staying in the house since you became the heir to the Wu family. I haven't seen you for four years. Don’t you think you are too cautious on this?" Andy Wu said disapprovingly, "Mom, do you know that how many people out there are jealous of me and even hate me because I’m the heir to the Wu family? " Andy Wu cares most about his life. He has been hoping to live to a hundred year with valor since in his early age. That’s why he changed his name to Andy. As Andy’s mother, she certainly knows about her son. He is so clever that he is good at learning everything. Now he has been a man versed in both literature and martial arts, in addition, he was appointed as the heir to the Wu family when he just came of age. But he was too cautious! His mother Qingcheng thought so. Qingcheng could do nothing with Andy. Seeing that Andy didn’t eat, she sighed deeply. After putting down the food gently, she had to leave. It was not until Qingcheng Liu disappeared from sight that Andy Wu took the food and began to eat. But then, Andy Wu's complexion suddenly changed. "It’s poisonous!" Realizing that something was wrong, Andy immediately stretched fingers into his throat and tried to spit out the food. Puff! As a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, he fell to the ground with his expression filled with consternation. …… Three years later, in a mental hospital, Westplain City. Andy Wu slowly opened his eyes on the bed, staring at the ceiling. His fists were clenched tightly. A strong force was flowing rapidly inside him with his eyes flashing a sharp light in the silent space. He was very concerned about his security, and staying cautious about everything all his life, but he never expected that he was poisoned. Thinking of this, Andy felt very irritated. "Still alive? Put on your clothes and go with me!" A female voice suddenly came along as Andy was being immersed in memories. A tall woman strode into the ward. This woman, named Jenny Xia, was known as a beauty in Westplain City. Andy let loose his fists immediately and looked at Jenny Xia. After a while, Andy asked, "Who are you?" Jenny shouted angrily at Andy, "You stupid! Don't you remember your wife?" Wife? Andy was instantly stunned. When did he get married? He tried to recall. But the memories seemed to be so terrible that made him painful. As Jenny was looking at such a stupid man, she became more angry at the sight. She frowned and complained, "I can’t understand why Grandpa took such a fool as my husband!" Three years ago, Guangyao Xia (The old man of Xia family) gave his order that his beloved grand-daughter Jenny be given to Andy Wu in marriage. Later, and shortly after Guan
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A luxurious manor, in the western suburb of Yanjing City. In the center of this 100-acre luxurious and elegant manor, an extraordinary and indestructible steel house stood there, which was completely made of high-quality steel including the doors, windows and beams. At noon, Qingcheng Liu, known as the country's richest woman, was walking slowly toward the house with food plate on her hands. As soon as she arrived at the iron gate, a dull voice inside came out, "Just put the food at the door!" Qingcheng Liu stood at the door and said, "Why not let me in and stay for a while?" "No!" The man answered resolutely . Qingcheng Liu did not give up, "I just want to see you. Please let me in. I’ll leave right away after that." "There are too many hidden traps inside the room. You will get hurt if you come in." A cold voice came from the iron house. Qingcheng reluctantly said, "My son, the manor is monitored everywhere with strict protection. Moreover, you have learned martial arts and possessed extraordinary abilities since your childhood. Why are you so cautious?" That's right. The man in the house was Qingcheng's loved son, Andy Wu, the heir to the First Family in the country——the Wu family! Hearing what his mother said, Andy gave a reply slowly, "False friends are worse than bitter enemies. It’s always right to be cautious." Qingcheng said, "You are right. But you have been staying in the house since you became the heir to the Wu family. I haven't seen you for four years. Don’t you think you are too cautious on this?" Andy Wu said disapprovingly, "Mom, do you know that how many people out there are jealous of me and even hate me because I’m the heir to the Wu family? " Andy Wu cares most about his life. He has been hoping to live to a hundred year with valor since in his early age. That’s why he changed his name to Andy. As Andy’s mother, she certainly knows about her son. He is so clever that he is good at learning everything. Now he has been a man versed in both literature and martial arts, in addition, he was appointed as the heir to the Wu family when he just came of age. But he was too cautious! His mother Qingcheng thought so. Qingcheng could do nothing with Andy. Seeing that Andy didn’t eat, she sighed deeply. After putting down the food gently, she had to leave. It was not until Qingcheng Liu disappeared from sight that Andy Wu took the food and began to eat. But then, Andy Wu's complexion suddenly changed. "It’s poisonous!" Realizing that something was wrong, Andy immediately stretched fingers into his throat and tried to spit out the food. Puff! As a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, he fell to the ground with his expression filled with consternation. …… Three years later, in a mental hospital, Westplain City. Andy Wu slowly opened his eyes on the bed, staring at the ceiling. His fists were clenched tightly. A strong force was flowing rapidly inside him with his eyes flashing a sharp light in the silent space. He was very concerned about his security, and staying cautious about everything all his life, but he never expected that he was poisoned. Thinking of this, Andy felt very irritated. "Still alive? Put on your clothes and go with me!" A female voice suddenly came along as Andy was being immersed in memories. A tall woman strode into the ward. This woman, named Jenny Xia, was known as a beauty in Westplain City. Andy let loose his fists immediately and looked at Jenny Xia. After a while, Andy asked, "Who are you?" Jenny shouted angrily at Andy, "You stupid! Don't you remember your wife?" Wife? Andy was instantly stunned. When did he get married? He tried to recall. But the memories seemed to be so terrible that made him painful. As Jenny was looking at such a stupid man, she became more angry at the sight. She frowned and complained, "I can’t understand why Grandpa took such a fool as my husband!" Three years ago, Guangyao Xia (The old man of Xia family) gave his order that his beloved grand-daughter Jenny be given to Andy Wu in marriage. Later, and shortly after Guan
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Life has trained women better than men emotionally. ..and there is nothing wrong with that. Men can talk about the feminine part in themselves, but its a more powerful vibration coming from a woman. Healing from a female perspective can look very different than it does from a male perspective. Certain types of nourishment can only come a mother. In nature the man had to go out, he had to hunt. ..and the woman was nurturing the children and birthing the children (thank you, mom) If your role was to go out and hunt for the family, expressing emotion may not be the best tactic. More intention, less emotion was the default for most men… What could possibly be more closely linked to our emotions than who we are? Anyone who’s found themselves holding their breath when nervous, or taking short, shallow breaths when they’re angry can tell you how closely linked our breathing is to our emotions. It’s something that sounds so simple Just breathe… When you think of breathwork, you probably think of the physical aspect of breathing—the inhaling and exhaling of air. It’s the technique, power, and intention that we put into practice that makes breathing a way for us to deal with stored emotions. Never have I went through a time in my life where I felt exempt from life’s everyday struggles But there is a bridge… And breathwork is the bridge which helps us access and get in tune with our emotions. https://courses.yogilab.com/tw
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Life has trained women better than men emotionally. ..and there is nothing wrong with that. Men can talk about the feminine part in themselves, but its a more powerful vibration coming from a woman. Healing from a female perspective can look very different than it does from a male perspective. Certain types of nourishment can only come a mother. In nature the man had to go out, he had to hunt. ..and the woman was nurturing the children and birthing the children (thank you, mom) If your role was to go out and hunt for the family, expressing emotion may not be the best tactic. More intention, less emotion was the default for most men… What could possibly be more closely linked to our emotions than who we are? Anyone who’s found themselves holding their breath when nervous, or taking short, shallow breaths when they’re angry can tell you how closely linked our breathing is to our emotions. It’s something that sounds so simple Just breathe… When you think of breathwork, you probably think of the physical aspect of breathing—the inhaling and exhaling of air. It’s the technique, power, and intention that we put into practice that makes breathing a way for us to deal with stored emotions. Never have I went through a time in my life where I felt exempt from life’s everyday struggles But there is a bridge… And breathwork is the bridge which helps us access and get in tune with our emotions. https://courses.yogilab.com/tw
YOGILAB - Biohacking, Yoga & Meditation Retreat Center Uluwatu, Bali | Retreats & Events
Life has trained women better than men emotionally. ..and there is nothing wrong with that. Men can talk about the feminine part in themselves, but its a more powerful vibration coming from a woman. Healing from a female perspective can look very different than it does from a male perspective. Certain types of nourishment can only come a mother. In nature the man had to go out, he had to hunt. ..and the woman was nurturing the children and birthing the children (thank you, mom) If your role was to go out and hunt for the family, expressing emotion may not be the best tactic. More intention, less emotion was the default for most men… What could possibly be more closely linked to our emotions than who we are? Anyone who’s found themselves holding their breath when nervous, or taking short, shallow breaths when they’re angry can tell you how closely linked our breathing is to our emotions. It’s something that sounds so simple Just breathe… When you think of breathwork, you probably think of the physical aspect of breathing—the inhaling and exhaling of air. It’s the technique, power, and intention that we put into practice that makes breathing a way for us to deal with stored emotions. Never have I went through a time in my life where I felt exempt from life’s everyday struggles But there is a bridge… And breathwork is the bridge which helps us access and get in tune with our emotions. https://courses.yogilab.com/tw
YOGILAB - Biohacking, Yoga & Meditation Retreat Center Uluwatu, Bali | Retreats & Events
Life has trained women better than men emotionally. ..and there is nothing wrong with that. Men can talk about the feminine part in themselves, but its a more powerful vibration coming from a woman. Healing from a female perspective can look very different than it does from a male perspective. Certain types of nourishment can only come a mother. In nature the man had to go out, he had to hunt. ..and the woman was nurturing the children and birthing the children (thank you, mom) If your role was to go out and hunt for the family, expressing emotion may not be the best tactic. More intention, less emotion was the default for most men… What could possibly be more closely linked to our emotions than who we are? Anyone who’s found themselves holding their breath when nervous, or taking short, shallow breaths when they’re angry can tell you how closely linked our breathing is to our emotions. It’s something that sounds so simple Just breathe… When you think of breathwork, you probably think of the physical aspect of breathing—the inhaling and exhaling of air. It’s the technique, power, and intention that we put into practice that makes breathing a way for us to deal with stored emotions. Never have I went through a time in my life where I felt exempt from life’s everyday struggles But there is a bridge… And breathwork is the bridge which helps us access and get in tune with our emotions. https://courses.yogilab.com/tw
YOGILAB - Biohacking, Yoga & Meditation Retreat Center Uluwatu, Bali | Retreats & Events
Life has trained women better than men emotionally, and there is nothing wrong with that. I can talk about the feminine part in me, but it’s a completely different vibration when a woman does it. Healing from women is like that of Mother Earth, where everything is allowed to be, and always forgiven by Mother Earth - whether helpful or beneficial to her... In nature the man had to go out, he had to hunt. ..and the woman was nurturing the children and birthing the children (thank you, mom) If your role was to go out and hunt for the family, expressing emotion may not be the best tactic. More intention, less emotion was the default for most men… What could possibly be more closely linked to our emotions than who we are? Anyone who’s found themselves holding their breath when nervous, or taking short, shallow breaths when they’re angry can tell you how closely linked our breathing is to our emotions. It’s something that sounds so simple Just breathe… When you think of breathwork, you probably think of the physical aspect of breathing—the inhaling and exhaling of air. It’s the technique, power, and intention that we put into practice that makes breathing a way for us to deal with stored emotions. Never have I went through a time in my life where I felt exempt from life’s everyday struggles But there is a bridge… A bridge for everyone from any walk of life. And where - you practice, is the most important thing https://courses.yogilab.com/tw
YOGILAB - Biohacking, Yoga & Meditation Retreat Center Uluwatu, Bali | Retreats & Events
Life has trained women better than men emotionally. ..and there is nothing wrong with that. Men can talk about the feminine part in themselves, but its a more powerful vibration coming from a woman. Healing from a female perspective can look very different than it does from a male perspective. Certain types of nourishment can only come a mother. In nature the man had to go out, he had to hunt. ..and the woman was nurturing the children and birthing the children (thank you, mom) If your role was to go out and hunt for the family, expressing emotion may not be the best tactic. More intention, less emotion was the default for most men… What could possibly be more closely linked to our emotions than who we are? Anyone who’s found themselves holding their breath when nervous, or taking short, shallow breaths when they’re angry can tell you how closely linked our breathing is to our emotions. It’s something that sounds so simple Just breathe… When you think of breathwork, you probably think of the physical aspect of breathing—the inhaling and exhaling of air. It’s the technique, power, and intention that we put into practice that makes breathing a way for us to deal with stored emotions. Never have I went through a time in my life where I felt exempt from life’s everyday struggles But there is a bridge… And breathwork is the bridge which helps us access and get in tune with our emotions. https://courses.yogilab.com/tw
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A luxurious manor, in the western suburb of Yanjing City. In the center of this 100-acre luxurious and elegant manor, an extraordinary and indestructible steel house stood there, which was completely made of high-quality steel including the doors, windows and beams. At noon, Qingcheng Liu, known as the country's richest woman, was walking slowly toward the house with food plate on her hands. As soon as she arrived at the iron gate, a dull voice inside came out, "Just put the food at the door!" Qingcheng Liu stood at the door and said, "Why not let me in and stay for a while?" "No!" The man answered resolutely . Qingcheng Liu did not give up, "I just want to see you. Please let me in. I’ll leave right away after that." "There are too many hidden traps inside the room. You will get hurt if you come in." A cold voice came from the iron house. Qingcheng reluctantly said, "My son, the manor is monitored everywhere with strict protection. Moreover, you have learned martial arts and possessed extraordinary abilities since your childhood. Why are you so cautious?" That's right. The man in the house was Qingcheng's loved son, Andy Wu, the heir to the First Family in the country——the Wu family! Hearing what his mother said, Andy gave a reply slowly, "False friends are worse than bitter enemies. It’s always right to be cautious." Qingcheng said, "You are right. But you have been staying in the house since you became the heir to the Wu family. I haven't seen you for four years. Don’t you think you are too cautious on this?" Andy Wu said disapprovingly, "Mom, do you know that how many people out there are jealous of me and even hate me because I’m the heir to the Wu family? " Andy Wu cares most about his life. He has been hoping to live to a hundred year with valor since in his early age. That’s why he changed his name to Andy. As Andy’s mother, she certainly knows about her son. He is so clever that he is good at learning everything. Now he has been a man versed in both literature and martial arts, in addition, he was appointed as the heir to the Wu family when he just came of age. But he was too cautious! His mother Qingcheng thought so. Qingcheng could do nothing with Andy. Seeing that Andy didn’t eat, she sighed deeply. After putting down the food gently, she had to leave. It was not until Qingcheng Liu disappeared from sight that Andy Wu took the food and began to eat. But then, Andy Wu's complexion suddenly changed. "It’s poisonous!" Realizing that something was wrong, Andy immediately stretched fingers into his throat and tried to spit out the food. Puff! As a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, he fell to the ground with his expression filled with consternation. …… Three years later, in a mental hospital, Westplain City. Andy Wu slowly opened his eyes on the bed, staring at the ceiling. His fists were clenched tightly. A strong force was flowing rapidly inside him with his eyes flashing a sharp light in the silent space. He was very concerned about his security, and staying cautious about everything all his life, but he never expected that he was poisoned. Thinking of this, Andy felt very irritated. "Still alive? Put on your clothes and go with me!" A female voice suddenly came along as Andy was being immersed in memories. A tall woman strode into the ward. This woman, named Jenny Xia, was known as a beauty in Westplain City. Andy let loose his fists immediately and looked at Jenny Xia. After a while, Andy asked, "Who are you?" Jenny shouted angrily at Andy, "You stupid! Don't you remember your wife?" Wife? Andy was instantly stunned. When did he get married? He tried to recall. But the memories seemed to be so terrible that made him painful. As Jenny was looking at such a stupid man, she became more angry at the sight. She frowned and complained, "I can’t understand why Grandpa took such a fool as my husband!" Three years ago, Guangyao Xia (The old man of Xia family) gave his order that his beloved grand-daughter Jenny be given to Andy Wu in marriage. Later, and shortly after Guan
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"No, please, daddy!" the young girl screamed, tears streaking down her face. The man glared at her, warning her to keep her mouth shut. She had no choice but to remain silent as she watched the other man drag her older sister away. Her father then grabbed her and walked away, telling her it was for her sister's safety. The young girl didn't understand, but once he dropped her on the ground she knew why he sent her away. He wouldn't want her to see what he's going to do to her fragile younger sister. The one he blamed for her mother leaving him, the one who has no idea why her mother even left. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but they only fueled the anger in her father. "Daddy, please- She never got to finish for he roughly slapped her, the sound echoing in the rain soaked forest. Her tears mixed with the rain that now poured down, soaking them both. His eyes were black, accusing, and angry. They frightened her, her heart was pounding against her chest as he grabbed her jaw. "You are going to regret what you did." he snarled. She furrowed her eyebrows, "What...what did I do?" she whimpered. Her innocence caused him to become even angrier; he told himself that she caused this. That she told her mother what he had done and had forced her mother to leave. He shoved away the realistic side of his mind, ignoring the fact that his daughter most likely didn't. He grabbed her and threw her against a tree, her ribs making a sickening crack. However, he shoved his guilt and concern aside. He stormed over to her and continued his beating. "You are a mistake." he spat as her vision went black. ###Chapter 1 I winced as I pulled myself out of bed, trying to ignore the aching from yesterday's beatings. I walked to my mirror and sighed. Of course, just my luck to have a dislocated shoulder. Ivy could help me since the pack doctor won't. I shook my head, I don't understand why I'm hated. I never will either. I know it has something to do with my mother leaving when I was only eight. Since then my father, older sister, and pack have hated me. It slightly angers me that they blame me for their Luna's decision. My mom planned to leave, I didn't tell her to. She left because she wanted to and that was that. Seeing how my father is, I don't blame her for leaving. Though, I don't know if he was like this before my mother left. I know he loved her and maybe still does. Not like I'll ever know anyway, I never talk to him anymore. It would be useless to ask. I quickly showered under freezing cold water, my thin form shivering violently. Once I was cleaned and dressed I scurried downstairs, hurrying to make breakfast for the pack. I had just finished filling the last plate when the pack filed in. My sister walked in first while holding hands with her mate, Dylan. I ignored them, focused on my task as I placed the plate down. I didn't want them to hit me even more, my ribs felt as if they were going to break any minute. Over the years I've learned to not cry, to keep my emotions bottled up. What would be the point anyway? Crying won't get them to stop, it'll only make them hit me further. My sobs would never get someone to actually care for me, like my father says, I'm a mistake. I left the dining room after that, carefully dodging my father as he walked in. I walked back up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, feeling empty. This is the third week that I'm not eating, I've lost my appetite a long time ago. I sighed, I just hope that one day their beating will be too much. That I'll close my eyes and never wake up. Then they'll finally realize their mistake and I'll finally be free. Free from all the emotional and physical pain. I know I used to love my family and pack, but now I fear them. I can never love them again, no matter what. ###Chapter 2 I woke up to my sister screaming at me, rage evident in her eyes as she yanked me from my bed. I landed on the floor, wincing as my ribs started to hurt even more. I looked up to see her still screaming at me, but all I could hear was a beeping in my ears. My vision was dotted wi
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Chapter 1 In Dongkang Private Hospital in Zhonghai City. "get out of the way. Get out of the way. " Ye Wei had red eyes and was running frantically in the hospital while hissing. "you can't get rid of the baby." At the door of the operating room, he jumped directly to the hospital bed and barely caught up with his girlfriend Zhao Qian, who was about to enter the operating room. But he was pulled away by Zhao Qian's mother, Liu Junru, and she was very annoyed at the appearance of Ye Wei. "you open it for me, you useless poor punk, how dare you come!" This remark made Ye Wei's face burning and his heart full of anger, but in the face of his future mother-in-law, he had to bow his head. "Auntie, I'm begging you, don't get rid of me and Hsiao-Tsing's baby. I promise I'll be nice to Hsiao-Tsing!" Ye Wei bowed his head and bowed and begged. Ye Wei, an orphan, met Zhao Qian in college. They fell in love with each other. After graduation, he didn't have much money and his job was ordinary, but Zhao Qian also decided to follow Ye Wei. After work, the two live in a rented house in a simple house, eating roadside stalls and catching the last subway every day, but this kind of life is very happy. It's just that Ye Wei's work is not good, and now that his girlfriend Zhao Qian is pregnant, the two discuss whether or not to secretly get the marriage license. When Zhao Qian's mother knew about it, she brought Zhao Qian to the hospital to have an abortion without saying a word. "now you know you're begging me. If I don't show up today, will you get your marriage license?" Liu Junru was so angry that she trembled with anger at the thought of her daughter almost getting a marriage license with a poor blue. "you are poor and poor with nothing, and you have played so well with empty gloves and white wolves! Do you think everyone else is a fool? " "Auntie, I'm begging you! The child in Hsiao-Tsing's belly is also your grandson, so you are willing to give up! " Ye Weiqiang suppressed his anger, clenched his knuckles with both fists, and kept a low profile again, trying to persuade Liu Junru not to kill the baby in Zhao Qian's belly. "Yes, why don't I give up? My daughter endured hardships with you, and I was distressed when I was a mother. I can't believe you want her to give you a baby! No way! " Liu Jun, like a bully, opened his eyes angrily and poked his fingers at Ye Wei. "as you are now, what can you give Zhao Qian? when the baby is born, will you take it out to beg?" "Auntie, I have money. I just got paid today. Here is my pay card! I'll give all my money to Hsiao-Tsing, and from now on I'll give all my money to Hsiao-Tsing and her Ye Wei took out his salary card and put it into Zhao Qian's hand and begged Liu Junru in the hope that she would be lenient. "salary! How much salary can you get, ten thousand or twenty thousand a month? this is Zhonghai, this is a metropolis, and this is the world of money. What can you do with your salary? " Liu Junru sneered with disdain, "my family Xiaoqian, once to do hair on more than two thousand, you tell me your salary, enough to do her hair several times!" For people like you, don't you dare say leave the baby! " This remark made Ye Wei keep his mouth shut. He earns less than 5,000 yuan a month. The rent alone is two thousand yuan, and the rest of the money, excluding the daily expenses, there is no money left at all. If you add a child, Ye Wei really has nothing to say when you think of it. Zhao Qian saw that Ye Wei was silent and wanted to ease the atmosphere. "Mom, Ye Wei will get better in the future!" "it will get better in the future, so we'll talk about it later. I have been raising Chinese cabbage for more than 20 years, and I have been arched by this trash. Now I still want to have children. What a sweet dream! Get out of my way. Hsiao-Tsing has to go to the operating room! " Liu Junru's clamor attracted the attention of the people around her. Many people see Ye Wei's appearance, yellowing white T-shirts and white jeans, and his dishevelled hair looks like he hasn't washed for days. It feels
YOGILAB - Biohacking, Yoga & Meditation Retreat Center Uluwatu, Bali | Retreats & Events
Life has trained women better than men emotionally, and there is nothing wrong with that. I can talk about the feminine part in me, but it’s a completely different vibration when a woman does it. Healing from women is like that of Mother Earth, where everything is allowed to be, and always forgiven by Mother Earth - whether helpful or beneficial to her... In nature the man had to go out, he had to hunt. ..and the woman was nurturing the children and birthing the children (thank you, mom) If your role was to go out and hunt for the family, expressing emotion may not be the best tactic. More intention, less emotion was the default for most men… What could possibly be more closely linked to our emotions than who we are? Anyone who’s found themselves holding their breath when nervous, or taking short, shallow breaths when they’re angry can tell you how closely linked our breathing is to our emotions. It’s something that sounds so simple Just breathe… When you think of breathwork, you probably think of the physical aspect of breathing—the inhaling and exhaling of air. It’s the technique, power, and intention that we put into practice that makes breathing a way for us to deal with stored emotions. Never have I went through a time in my life where I felt exempt from life’s everyday struggles But there is a bridge… A bridge for everyone from any walk of life. And where - you practice, is the most important thing https://courses.yogilab.com/tw
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###Prologue "No, please, daddy!" the young girl screamed, tears streaking down her face. The man glared at her, warning her to keep her mouth shut. She had no choice but to remain silent as she watched the other man drag her older sister away. Her father then grabbed her and walked away, telling her it was for her sister's safety. The young girl didn't understand, but once he dropped her on the ground she knew why he sent her away. He wouldn't want her to see what he's going to do to her fragile younger sister. The one he blamed for her mother leaving him, the one who has no idea why her mother even left. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but they only fueled the anger in her father. "Daddy, please- She never got to finish for he roughly slapped her, the sound echoing in the rain soaked forest. Her tears mixed with the rain that now poured down, soaking them both. His eyes were black, accusing, and angry. They frightened her, her heart was pounding against her chest as he grabbed her jaw. "You are going to regret what you did." he snarled. She furrowed her eyebrows, "What...what did I do?" she whimpered. Her innocence caused him to become even angrier; he told himself that she caused this. That she told her mother what he had done and had forced her mother to leave. He shoved away the realistic side of his mind, ignoring the fact that his daughter most likely didn't. He grabbed her and threw her against a tree, her ribs making a sickening crack. However, he shoved his guilt and concern aside. He stormed over to her and continued his beating. "You are a mistake." he spat as her vision went black. ###Chapter 1 I winced as I pulled myself out of bed, trying to ignore the aching from yesterday's beatings. I walked to my mirror and sighed. Of course, just my luck to have a dislocated shoulder. Ivy could help me since the pack doctor won't. I shook my head, I don't understand why I'm hated. I never will either. I know it has something to do with my mother leaving when I was only eight. Since then my father, older sister, and pack have hated me. It slightly angers me that they blame me for their Luna's decision. My mom planned to leave, I didn't tell her to. She left because she wanted to and that was that. Seeing how my father is, I don't blame her for leaving. Though, I don't know if he was like this before my mother left. I know he loved her and maybe still does. Not like I'll ever know anyway, I never talk to him anymore. It would be useless to ask. I quickly showered under freezing cold water, my thin form shivering violently. Once I was cleaned and dressed I scurried downstairs, hurrying to make breakfast for the pack. I had just finished filling the last plate when the pack filed in. My sister walked in first while holding hands with her mate, Dylan. I ignored them, focused on my task as I placed the plate down. I didn't want them to hit me even more, my ribs felt as if they were going to break any minute. Over the years I've learned to not cry, to keep my emotions bottled up. What would be the point anyway? Crying won't get them to stop, it'll only make them hit me further. My sobs would never get someone to actually care for me, like my father says, I'm a mistake. I left the dining room after that, carefully dodging my father as he walked in. I walked back up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, feeling empty. This is the third week that I'm not eating, I've lost my appetite a long time ago. I sighed, I just hope that one day their beating will be too much. That I'll close my eyes and never wake up. Then they'll finally realize their mistake and I'll finally be free. Free from all the emotional and physical pain. I know I used to love my family and pack, but now I fear them. I can never love them again, no matter what. ###Chapter 2 I woke up to my sister screaming at me, rage evident in her eyes as she yanked me from my bed. I landed on the floor, wincing as my ribs started to hurt even more. I looked up to see her still screaming
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"No, please, daddy!" the young girl screamed, tears streaking down her face. The man glared at her, warning her to keep her mouth shut. She had no choice but to remain silent as she watched the other man drag her older sister away. Her father then grabbed her and walked away, telling her it was for her sister's safety. The young girl didn't understand, but once he dropped her on the ground she knew why he sent her away. He wouldn't want her to see what he's going to do to her fragile younger sister. The one he blamed for her mother leaving him, the one who has no idea why her mother even left. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but they only fueled the anger in her father. "Daddy, please- She never got to finish for he roughly slapped her, the sound echoing in the rain soaked forest. Her tears mixed with the rain that now poured down, soaking them both. His eyes were black, accusing, and angry. They frightened her, her heart was pounding against her chest as he grabbed her jaw. "You are going to regret what you did." he snarled. She furrowed her eyebrows, "What...what did I do?" she whimpered. Her innocence caused him to become even angrier; he told himself that she caused this. That she told her mother what he had done and had forced her mother to leave. He shoved away the realistic side of his mind, ignoring the fact that his daughter most likely didn't. He grabbed her and threw her against a tree, her ribs making a sickening crack. However, he shoved his guilt and concern aside. He stormed over to her and continued his beating. "You are a mistake." he spat as her vision went black. ###Chapter 1 I winced as I pulled myself out of bed, trying to ignore the aching from yesterday's beatings. I walked to my mirror and sighed. Of course, just my luck to have a dislocated shoulder. Ivy could help me since the pack doctor won't. I shook my head, I don't understand why I'm hated. I never will either. I know it has something to do with my mother leaving when I was only eight. Since then my father, older sister, and pack have hated me. It slightly angers me that they blame me for their Luna's decision. My mom planned to leave, I didn't tell her to. She left because she wanted to and that was that. Seeing how my father is, I don't blame her for leaving. Though, I don't know if he was like this before my mother left. I know he loved her and maybe still does. Not like I'll ever know anyway, I never talk to him anymore. It would be useless to ask. I quickly showered under freezing cold water, my thin form shivering violently. Once I was cleaned and dressed I scurried downstairs, hurrying to make breakfast for the pack. I had just finished filling the last plate when the pack filed in. My sister walked in first while holding hands with her mate, Dylan. I ignored them, focused on my task as I placed the plate down. I didn't want them to hit me even more, my ribs felt as if they were going to break any minute. Over the years I've learned to not cry, to keep my emotions bottled up. What would be the point anyway? Crying won't get them to stop, it'll only make them hit me further. My sobs would never get someone to actually care for me, like my father says, I'm a mistake. I left the dining room after that, carefully dodging my father as he walked in. I walked back up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, feeling empty. This is the third week that I'm not eating, I've lost my appetite a long time ago. I sighed, I just hope that one day their beating will be too much. That I'll close my eyes and never wake up. Then they'll finally realize their mistake and I'll finally be free. Free from all the emotional and physical pain. I know I used to love my family and pack, but now I fear them. I can never love them again, no matter what. ###Chapter 2 I woke up to my sister screaming at me, rage evident in her eyes as she yanked me from my bed. I landed on the floor, wincing as my ribs started to hurt even more. I looked up to see her still screaming at me, but all I
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###Prologue "No, please, daddy!" the young girl screamed, tears streaking down her face. The man glared at her, warning her to keep her mouth shut. She had no choice but to remain silent as she watched the other man drag her older sister away. Her father then grabbed her and walked away, telling her it was for her sister's safety. The young girl didn't understand, but once he dropped her on the ground she knew why he sent her away. He wouldn't want her to see what he's going to do to her fragile younger sister. The one he blamed for her mother leaving him, the one who has no idea why her mother even left. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but they only fueled the anger in her father. "Daddy, please- She never got to finish for he roughly slapped her, the sound echoing in the rain soaked forest. Her tears mixed with the rain that now poured down, soaking them both. His eyes were black, accusing, and angry. They frightened her, her heart was pounding against her chest as he grabbed her jaw. "You are going to regret what you did." he snarled. She furrowed her eyebrows, "What...what did I do?" she whimpered. Her innocence caused him to become even angrier; he told himself that she caused this. That she told her mother what he had done and had forced her mother to leave. He shoved away the realistic side of his mind, ignoring the fact that his daughter most likely didn't. He grabbed her and threw her against a tree, her ribs making a sickening crack. However, he shoved his guilt and concern aside. He stormed over to her and continued his beating. "You are a mistake." he spat as her vision went black. ###Chapter 1 I winced as I pulled myself out of bed, trying to ignore the aching from yesterday's beatings. I walked to my mirror and sighed. Of course, just my luck to have a dislocated shoulder. Ivy could help me since the pack doctor won't. I shook my head, I don't understand why I'm hated. I never will either. I know it has something to do with my mother leaving when I was only eight. Since then my father, older sister, and pack have hated me. It slightly angers me that they blame me for their Luna's decision. My mom planned to leave, I didn't tell her to. She left because she wanted to and that was that. Seeing how my father is, I don't blame her for leaving. Though, I don't know if he was like this before my mother left. I know he loved her and maybe still does. Not like I'll ever know anyway, I never talk to him anymore. It would be useless to ask. I quickly showered under freezing cold water, my thin form shivering violently. Once I was cleaned and dressed I scurried downstairs, hurrying to make breakfast for the pack. I had just finished filling the last plate when the pack filed in. My sister walked in first while holding hands with her mate, Dylan. I ignored them, focused on my task as I placed the plate down. I didn't want them to hit me even more, my ribs felt as if they were going to break any minute. Over the years I've learned to not cry, to keep my emotions bottled up. What would be the point anyway? Crying won't get them to stop, it'll only make them hit me further. My sobs would never get someone to actually care for me, like my father says, I'm a mistake. I left the dining room after that, carefully dodging my father as he walked in. I walked back up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, feeling empty. This is the third week that I'm not eating, I've lost my appetite a long time ago. I sighed, I just hope that one day their beating will be too much. That I'll close my eyes and never wake up. Then they'll finally realize their mistake and I'll finally be free. Free from all the emotional and physical pain. I know I used to love my family and pack, but now I fear them. I can never love them again, no matter what. ###Chapter 2 I woke up to my sister screaming at me, rage evident in her eyes as she yanked me from my bed. I landed on the floor, wincing as my ribs started to hurt even more. I looked up to see her still screaming
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"Daisy, why is Carl here? Why?" Victor Chu's voice was shaking with anger. His face looked livid. He pointed to a man next to Daisy and asked. He really didn't want to believe what he saw. He took his fiancée's take-out order and prepared a surprise for her, but when he opened her door, there was another man in the room. And Victor even knew this man. He was Carl Guo, a jerk in Victor’s neighbor class when he was in his fourth year of college. At this moment, Carl was looking at Victor with an extremely sarcastic look, as if he was looking at a clown. Not only did Daisy not feel ashamed, but she looked at Victor with disgust, and then she scolded him. "You wimp, what right do you have to question me? I haven't picked on you, but you get angry?" "Who asks you to make deliveries? I‘ve already warned you not to do this job. Why are you still doing it?" Daisy shouted, "You know how embarrassing that is? Aren't you ashamed of making deliveries?" “I've done nothing to be ashamed of. Why would I be ashamed of my job?" Victor retorted. Victor clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He didn't understand why Daisy despised the job of making deliveries so much. He was earning a legal wage. He wasn’t going to steal or rob someone. Then she just smacked Victor right across the face. Victor felt his face hurt. "You piece of crap. You dare to talk back to me?” Daisy said loudly, her face red and angry. "You're both men. Carl can make fifty thousand dollars a month, while you get up early every day and your salary is less than five thousand. " "You're not ashamed to making deliveries, are you? Then I'll show you what embarrassment is now." Daisy yelled at the top of her lungs. She then snatched the takeaway box from Victor's hand and threw the box's contents directly onto Victor's body. The scalding soup mixed with vegetable drenched Victor all over. "Do you know what embarrassment is now?" Daisy growled. Victor stood in the doorway, barely smiling. Instead of wiping the leaves and soup from his face, he let the scalding soup run from his head all the way to his feet. He didn't think he'd end up with this kind of ending after three years of being in the Chen family. As Daisy's fiancé, he had never done anything wrong to Daisy. He worked hard to earn money and never took a penny from the family. However, he was being summoned like a dog, and he was lower than a serving wench in the Chen family. Now Daisy was trampling on his last dignity as a man. Victor had been so disappointed in Daisy that even the last expectation he had for her was now extinct within him forever. Victor clenched his fist and was about to turn around and leave. At that moment, a middle-aged woman in a yellow nightgown with red curls walked out of the room. She bears some resemblance to Daisy in appearance, but she has a mature demeanor. She is Daisy's mother. She darted a sideways glance at Victor, and then she turned her gaze to Daisy and said. "Daisy, don't be angry with him. You don't have to argue with a loser." "Mom, it's not that I want to argue with him. He just always embarrasses me." Daisy couldn't help but give Victor a hateful glance. "Since he's been in my family, not once in the last three years have I held my head high in front of people." Daisy said, "Every day, my classmates mock me in front of my face, saying that I find a wimp to be my fiancé." "Do you think I'd want you to marry him?" Her mother sighed "The marriage contract was made three years ago by your grandmother, and I have to take orders from your grandmother." She continued. "Bu**hit." Daisy couldn't help but curse. "The old man who came to the Chen family three years ago is a liar. He even called himself a divine doctor, it's ridiculous." Her mother nodded, "It's true that your grandmother made a wrong decision about this, but she had to do this at the time. After all, that doctor saved your grandmother’s life. He asked you to marry Victor, and your grandmother had to agree with his requests." "But why am I the one who have to marry him? It is unfair to
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"Please...don't do this." I whimpered as he took a step closer.He narrowed his black eyes, "Sorry not sorry." he sneered.I closed my eyes, praying this would be over soon.Celina Blood, she's shy, sweet, caring, but she's also stubborn and strong. She's a fun she-wolf who is hiding a terrible past. Hades Black, the arrogant Alpha who is disgusted by rogues. He's cruel and heartless, something his mate learns quickly. Along with something else that may just fully break her. ............................................................ ###Prologue "No, please, daddy!" the young girl screamed, tears streaking down her face. The man glared at her, warning her to keep her mouth shut. She had no choice but to remain silent as she watched the other man drag her older sister away. Her father then grabbed her and walked away, telling her it was for her sister's safety. The young girl didn't understand, but once he dropped her on the ground she knew why he sent her away. He wouldn't want her to see what he's going to do to her fragile younger sister. The one he blamed for her mother leaving him, the one who has no idea why her mother even left. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but they only fueled the anger in her father. "Daddy, please- She never got to finish for he roughly slapped her, the sound echoing in the rain soaked forest. Her tears mixed with the rain that now poured down, soaking them both. His eyes were black, accusing, and angry. They frightened her, her heart was pounding against her chest as he grabbed her jaw. "You are going to regret what you did." he snarled. She furrowed her eyebrows, "What...what did I do?" she whimpered. Her innocence caused him to become even angrier; he told himself that she caused this. That she told her mother what he had done and had forced her mother to leave. He shoved away the realistic side of his mind, ignoring the fact that his daughter most likely didn't. He grabbed her and threw her against a tree, her ribs making a sickening crack. However, he shoved his guilt and concern aside. He stormed over to her and continued his beating. "You are a mistake." he spat as her vision went black. ###Chapter 1 I winced as I pulled myself out of bed, trying to ignore the aching from yesterday's beatings. I walked to my mirror and sighed. Of course, just my luck to have a dislocated shoulder. Ivy could help me since the pack doctor won't. I shook my head, I don't understand why I'm hated. I never will either. I know it has something to do with my mother leaving when I was only eight. Since then my father, older sister, and pack have hated me. It slightly angers me that they blame me for their Luna's decision. My mom planned to leave, I didn't tell her to. She left because she wanted to and that was that. Seeing how my father is, I don't blame her for leaving. Though, I don't know if he was like this before my mother left. I know he loved her and maybe still does. Not like I'll ever know anyway, I never talk to him anymore. It would be useless to ask. I quickly showered under freezing cold water, my thin form shivering violently. Once I was cleaned and dressed I scurried downstairs, hurrying to make breakfast for the pack. I had just finished filling the last plate when the pack filed in. My sister walked in first while holding hands with her mate, Dylan. I ignored them, focused on my task as I placed the plate down. I didn't want them to hit me even more, my ribs felt as if they were going to break any minute. Over the years I've learned to not cry, to keep my emotions bottled up. What would be the point anyway? Crying won't get them to stop, it'll only make them hit me further. My sobs would never get someone to actually care for me, like my father says, I'm a mistake. I left the dining room after that, carefully dodging my father as he walked in. I walked back up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, feeling empty. This is the third week that I'm not eating, I've lost my appetite a long time ago. I sighed, I just hope that one day their beating will be too mu
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###Prologue "No, please, daddy!" the young girl screamed, tears streaking down her face. The man glared at her, warning her to keep her mouth shut. She had no choice but to remain silent as she watched the other man drag her older sister away. Her father then grabbed her and walked away, telling her it was for her sister's safety. The young girl didn't understand, but once he dropped her on the ground she knew why he sent her away. He wouldn't want her to see what he's going to do to her fragile younger sister. The one he blamed for her mother leaving him, the one who has no idea why her mother even left. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but they only fueled the anger in her father. "Daddy, please- She never got to finish for he roughly slapped her, the sound echoing in the rain soaked forest. Her tears mixed with the rain that now poured down, soaking them both. His eyes were black, accusing, and angry. They frightened her, her heart was pounding against her chest as he grabbed her jaw. "You are going to regret what you did." he snarled. She furrowed her eyebrows, "What...what did I do?" she whimpered. Her innocence caused him to become even angrier; he told himself that she caused this. That she told her mother what he had done and had forced her mother to leave. He shoved away the realistic side of his mind, ignoring the fact that his daughter most likely didn't. He grabbed her and threw her against a tree, her ribs making a sickening crack. However, he shoved his guilt and concern aside. He stormed over to her and continued his beating. "You are a mistake." he spat as her vision went black. ###Chapter 1 I winced as I pulled myself out of bed, trying to ignore the aching from yesterday's beatings. I walked to my mirror and sighed. Of course, just my luck to have a dislocated shoulder. Ivy could help me since the pack doctor won't. I shook my head, I don't understand why I'm hated. I never will either. I know it has something to do with my mother leaving when I was only eight. Since then my father, older sister, and pack have hated me. It slightly angers me that they blame me for their Luna's decision. My mom planned to leave, I didn't tell her to. She left because she wanted to and that was that. Seeing how my father is, I don't blame her for leaving. Though, I don't know if he was like this before my mother left. I know he loved her and maybe still does. Not like I'll ever know anyway, I never talk to him anymore. It would be useless to ask. I quickly showered under freezing cold water, my thin form shivering violently. Once I was cleaned and dressed I scurried downstairs, hurrying to make breakfast for the pack. I had just finished filling the last plate when the pack filed in. My sister walked in first while holding hands with her mate, Dylan. I ignored them, focused on my task as I placed the plate down. I didn't want them to hit me even more, my ribs felt as if they were going to break any minute. Over the years I've learned to not cry, to keep my emotions bottled up. What would be the point anyway? Crying won't get them to stop, it'll only make them hit me further. My sobs would never get someone to actually care for me, like my father says, I'm a mistake. I left the dining room after that, carefully dodging my father as he walked in. I walked back up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, feeling empty. This is the third week that I'm not eating, I've lost my appetite a long time ago. I sighed, I just hope that one day their beating will be too much. That I'll close my eyes and never wake up. Then they'll finally realize their mistake and I'll finally be free. Free from all the emotional and physical pain. I know I used to love my family and pack, but now I fear them. I can never love them again, no matter what. ###Chapter 2 I woke up to my sister screaming at me, rage evident in her eyes as she yanked me from my bed. I landed on the floor, wincing as my ribs started to hurt even more. I looked up to see her still screaming
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"Please...don't do this." I whimpered as he took a step closer.He narrowed his black eyes, "Sorry not sorry." he sneered.I closed my eyes, praying this would be over soon.Celina Blood, she's shy, sweet, caring, but she's also stubborn and strong. She's a fun she-wolf who is hiding a terrible past. Hades Black, the arrogant Alpha who is disgusted by rogues. He's cruel and heartless, something his mate learns quickly. Along with something else that may just fully break her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Read NOW! "No, please, daddy!" the young girl screamed, tears streaking down her face. The man glared at her, warning her to keep her mouth shut. She had no choice but to remain silent as she watched the other man drag her older sister away. Her father then grabbed her and walked away, telling her it was for her sister's safety. The young girl didn't understand, but once he dropped her on the ground she knew why he sent her away. He wouldn't want her to see what he's going to do to her fragile younger sister. The one he blamed for her mother leaving him, the one who has no idea why her mother even left. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but they only fueled the anger in her father. "Daddy, please- She never got to finish for he roughly slapped her, the sound echoing in the rain soaked forest. Her tears mixed with the rain that now poured down, soaking them both. His eyes were black, accusing, and angry. They frightened her, her heart was pounding against her chest as he grabbed her jaw. "You are going to regret what you did." he snarled. She furrowed her eyebrows, "What...what did I do?" she whimpered. Her innocence caused him to become even angrier; he told himself that she caused this. That she told her mother what he had done and had forced her mother to leave. He shoved away the realistic side of his mind, ignoring the fact that his daughter most likely didn't. He grabbed her and threw her against a tree, her ribs making a sickening crack. However, he shoved his guilt and concern aside. He stormed over to her and continued his beating. "You are a mistake." he spat as her vision went black. ###Chapter 1 I winced as I pulled myself out of bed, trying to ignore the aching from yesterday's beatings. I walked to my mirror and sighed. Of course, just my luck to have a dislocated shoulder. Ivy could help me since the pack doctor won't. I shook my head, I don't understand why I'm hated. I never will either. I know it has something to do with my mother leaving when I was only eight. Since then my father, older sister, and pack have hated me. It slightly angers me that they blame me for their Luna's decision. My mom planned to leave, I didn't tell her to. She left because she wanted to and that was that. Seeing how my father is, I don't blame her for leaving. Though, I don't know if he was like this before my mother left. I know he loved her and maybe still does. Not like I'll ever know anyway, I never talk to him anymore. It would be useless to ask. I quickly showered under freezing cold water, my thin form shivering violently. Once I was cleaned and dressed I scurried downstairs, hurrying to make breakfast for the pack. I had just finished filling the last plate when the pack filed in. My sister walked in first while holding hands with her mate, Dylan. I ignored them, focused on my task as I placed the plate down. I didn't want them to hit me even more, my ribs felt as if they were going to break any minute. Over the years I've learned to not cry, to keep my emotions bottled up. What would be the point anyway? Crying won't get them to stop, it'll only make them hit me further. My sobs would never get someone to actually care for me, like my father says, I'm a mistake. I left the dining room after that, carefully dodging my father as he walked in. I walked back up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, feeling empty. This is the third week that I'm not eating, I've lost my appetite a long time ago. I sighed, I just hope that one day their beating will be too much. That I'l
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"Please...don't do this." I whimpered as he took a step closer.He narrowed his black eyes, "Sorry not sorry." he sneered.I closed my eyes, praying this would be over soon.Celina Blood, she's shy, sweet, caring, but she's also stubborn and strong. She's a fun she-wolf who is hiding a terrible past. Hades Black, the arrogant Alpha who is disgusted by rogues. He's cruel and heartless, something his mate learns quickly. Along with something else that may just fully break her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Read NOW! "No, please, daddy!" the young girl screamed, tears streaking down her face. The man glared at her, warning her to keep her mouth shut. She had no choice but to remain silent as she watched the other man drag her older sister away. Her father then grabbed her and walked away, telling her it was for her sister's safety. The young girl didn't understand, but once he dropped her on the ground she knew why he sent her away. He wouldn't want her to see what he's going to do to her fragile younger sister. The one he blamed for her mother leaving him, the one who has no idea why her mother even left. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but they only fueled the anger in her father. "Daddy, please- She never got to finish for he roughly slapped her, the sound echoing in the rain soaked forest. Her tears mixed with the rain that now poured down, soaking them both. His eyes were black, accusing, and angry. They frightened her, her heart was pounding against her chest as he grabbed her jaw. "You are going to regret what you did." he snarled. She furrowed her eyebrows, "What...what did I do?" she whimpered. Her innocence caused him to become even angrier; he told himself that she caused this. That she told her mother what he had done and had forced her mother to leave. He shoved away the realistic side of his mind, ignoring the fact that his daughter most likely didn't. He grabbed her and threw her against a tree, her ribs making a sickening crack. However, he shoved his guilt and concern aside. He stormed over to her and continued his beating. "You are a mistake." he spat as her vision went black. ###Chapter 1 I winced as I pulled myself out of bed, trying to ignore the aching from yesterday's beatings. I walked to my mirror and sighed. Of course, just my luck to have a dislocated shoulder. Ivy could help me since the pack doctor won't. I shook my head, I don't understand why I'm hated. I never will either. I know it has something to do with my mother leaving when I was only eight. Since then my father, older sister, and pack have hated me. It slightly angers me that they blame me for their Luna's decision. My mom planned to leave, I didn't tell her to. She left because she wanted to and that was that. Seeing how my father is, I don't blame her for leaving. Though, I don't know if he was like this before my mother left. I know he loved her and maybe still does. Not like I'll ever know anyway, I never talk to him anymore. It would be useless to ask. I quickly showered under freezing cold water, my thin form shivering violently. Once I was cleaned and dressed I scurried downstairs, hurrying to make breakfast for the pack. I had just finished filling the last plate when the pack filed in. My sister walked in first while holding hands with her mate, Dylan. I ignored them, focused on my task as I placed the plate down. I didn't want them to hit me even more, my ribs felt as if they were going to break any minute. Over the years I've learned to not cry, to keep my emotions bottled up. What would be the point anyway? Crying won't get them to stop, it'll only make them hit me further. My sobs would never get someone to actually care for me, like my father says, I'm a mistake. I left the dining room after that, carefully dodging my father as he walked in. I walked back up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, feeling empty. This is the third week that I'm not eating, I've lost my appetite a long time ago. I sighed, I just hope that one day their beating will be too much. That I'l
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Is there evidence in our lives that the Holy Spirit abides in our hearts? Is the Holy Spirit simply another way to view God, in our minds? Do we actively engage, solicit, or pursue a relationship with the Holy Spirit? Over the years there have been discussions and differences on what constitutes the evidence that you are filled with the Holy Spirit. When you get down to the reality of the Holy Spirit in our lives we need to know one thing. He, like the Father, and Jesus allow our free will. The Holy Spirit in our lives is a connection, a relationship we need to continually engage with every day. So how do we know we have the Holy Spirit dwelling, abiding, and living in our hearts? One of the most apparent identifiers, is we have power. Luke says in Acts: “But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.” Acts 1:8 NIV We have the power to follow Jesus, His principals, and precepts in our daily lives. We have the power to say no to the things we know are wrong. We have the power to do the things that are right. We have the power to choose what we are going to think on, ponder. We have the power to choose what we will listen to and spend time watching. We have the power to determine our attitude. When we invite the Holy Spirit to be a part of decisions, our thinking, our attitudes, our actions; we have the power to choose to do what is right. We have the power to love when loving isn’t so easy. We have the power to overcome overwhelming obstacles when we are sure we cannot. We have the power to make a difference in the lives of those around us. We have the power to love those who aren’t so easy to love, we have the power to choose to forgive, and we have the power to be a reflection of our heavenly Father to a tired and hurting world. A young mom shared one day about her philosophy on correcting her children. She said, “it wasn’t about the “golden rule” doing unto others, as you would have them do unto you or how would you feel if others did to you what you just did to them. She wanted her children to do what is right regardless of how they would feel”. This is God’s desire for us as a child or as an adult. But there are days…. we struggle, face emotions that get us in trouble, sometimes feeling so low a worm has to dig deep to get under us, or lost, not sure where we belong. Maybe we woke up on the wrong side of the bed and we don’t see a thing we are happy about or angry because someone takes what we have. We can have our emotions, but they don’t have the ability to control us when the Holy Spirit is invited into our day, first thing when our eyes open. When we invite the Holy Spirit to be actively participating in our hearts, our thoughts, our plans, and actions we have the power we need to choose our focus for the day. The Holy Spirit can guide us, nudge us if you will; what things to turn our thoughts to as in Philippians: “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.” Philippians 4:8 NIV The Holy Spirit can show us what our worth really is, not how we sometimes view ourselves whether puffed up or torn down, but as God sees us. Peter says we are a royal priesthood…: “But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. 1Peter 2:9 NIV When invited into our day the Holy Spirit will remind us of what Jesus taught and how we can live well fulfilling all of whom God created us to be with power and strength. Jesus promised us this: “But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you.” John 14:26 NIV When we invite the Holy Spirit in He gives us the strength and power to do what is right, to fig
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###Prologue "No, please, daddy!" the young girl screamed, tears streaking down her face. The man glared at her, warning her to keep her mouth shut. She had no choice but to remain silent as she watched the other man drag her older sister away. Her father then grabbed her and walked away, telling her it was for her sister's safety. The young girl didn't understand, but once he dropped her on the ground she knew why he sent her away. He wouldn't want her to see what he's going to do to her fragile younger sister. The one he blamed for her mother leaving him, the one who has no idea why her mother even left. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but they only fueled the anger in her father. "Daddy, please- She never got to finish for he roughly slapped her, the sound echoing in the rain soaked forest. Her tears mixed with the rain that now poured down, soaking them both. His eyes were black, accusing, and angry. They frightened her, her heart was pounding against her chest as he grabbed her jaw. "You are going to regret what you did." he snarled. She furrowed her eyebrows, "What...what did I do?" she whimpered. Her innocence caused him to become even angrier; he told himself that she caused this. That she told her mother what he had done and had forced her mother to leave. He shoved away the realistic side of his mind, ignoring the fact that his daughter most likely didn't. He grabbed her and threw her against a tree, her ribs making a sickening crack. However, he shoved his guilt and concern aside. He stormed over to her and continued his beating. "You are a mistake." he spat as her vision went black. ###Chapter 1 I winced as I pulled myself out of bed, trying to ignore the aching from yesterday's beatings. I walked to my mirror and sighed. Of course, just my luck to have a dislocated shoulder. Ivy could help me since the pack doctor won't. I shook my head, I don't understand why I'm hated. I never will either. I know it has something to do with my mother leaving when I was only eight. Since then my father, older sister, and pack have hated me. It slightly angers me that they blame me for their Luna's decision. My mom planned to leave, I didn't tell her to. She left because she wanted to and that was that. Seeing how my father is, I don't blame her for leaving. Though, I don't know if he was like this before my mother left. I know he loved her and maybe still does. Not like I'll ever know anyway, I never talk to him anymore. It would be useless to ask. I quickly showered under freezing cold water, my thin form shivering violently. Once I was cleaned and dressed I scurried downstairs, hurrying to make breakfast for the pack. I had just finished filling the last plate when the pack filed in. My sister walked in first while holding hands with her mate, Dylan. I ignored them, focused on my task as I placed the plate down. I didn't want them to hit me even more, my ribs felt as if they were going to break any minute. Over the years I've learned to not cry, to keep my emotions bottled up. What would be the point anyway? Crying won't get them to stop, it'll only make them hit me further. My sobs would never get someone to actually care for me, like my father says, I'm a mistake. I left the dining room after that, carefully dodging my father as he walked in. I walked back up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, feeling empty. This is the third week that I'm not eating, I've lost my appetite a long time ago. I sighed, I just hope that one day their beating will be too much. That I'll close my eyes and never wake up. Then they'll finally realize their mistake and I'll finally be free. Free from all the emotional and physical pain. I know I used to love my family and pack, but now I fear them. I can never love them again, no matter what. ###Chapter 2 I woke up to my sister screaming at me, rage evident in her eyes as she yanked me from my bed. I landed on the floor, wincing as my ribs started to hurt even more. I looked up to see her still screaming
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Life has trained women better than men emotionally, and there is nothing wrong with that. I can talk about the feminine part in me, but it’s a completely different vibration when a woman does it. Healing from women is like that of Mother Earth, where everything is allowed to be, and always forgiven by Mother Earth - whether helpful or beneficial to her... In nature the man had to go out, he had to hunt. ..and the woman was nurturing the children and birthing the children (thank you, mom) If your role was to go out and hunt for the family, expressing emotion may not be the best tactic. More intention, less emotion was the default for most men… What could possibly be more closely linked to our emotions than who we are? Anyone who’s found themselves holding their breath when nervous, or taking short, shallow breaths when they’re angry can tell you how closely linked our breathing is to our emotions. It’s something that sounds so simple Just breathe… When you think of breathwork, you probably think of the physical aspect of breathing—the inhaling and exhaling of air. It’s the technique, power, and intention that we put into practice that makes breathing a way for us to deal with stored emotions. Never have I went through a time in my life where I felt exempt from life’s everyday struggles But there is a bridge… A bridge for everyone from any walk of life. And where - you practice, is the most important thing https://courses.yogilab.com/tw
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###Prologue "No, please, daddy!" the young girl screamed, tears streaking down her face. The man glared at her, warning her to keep her mouth shut. She had no choice but to remain silent as she watched the other man drag her older sister away. Her father then grabbed her and walked away, telling her it was for her sister's safety. The young girl didn't understand, but once he dropped her on the ground she knew why he sent her away. He wouldn't want her to see what he's going to do to her fragile younger sister. The one he blamed for her mother leaving him, the one who has no idea why her mother even left. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but they only fueled the anger in her father. "Daddy, please- She never got to finish for he roughly slapped her, the sound echoing in the rain soaked forest. Her tears mixed with the rain that now poured down, soaking them both. His eyes were black, accusing, and angry. They frightened her, her heart was pounding against her chest as he grabbed her jaw. "You are going to regret what you did." he snarled. She furrowed her eyebrows, "What...what did I do?" she whimpered. Her innocence caused him to become even angrier; he told himself that she caused this. That she told her mother what he had done and had forced her mother to leave. He shoved away the realistic side of his mind, ignoring the fact that his daughter most likely didn't. He grabbed her and threw her against a tree, her ribs making a sickening crack. However, he shoved his guilt and concern aside. He stormed over to her and continued his beating. "You are a mistake." he spat as her vision went black. ###Chapter 1 I winced as I pulled myself out of bed, trying to ignore the aching from yesterday's beatings. I walked to my mirror and sighed. Of course, just my luck to have a dislocated shoulder. Ivy could help me since the pack doctor won't. I shook my head, I don't understand why I'm hated. I never will either. I know it has something to do with my mother leaving when I was only eight. Since then my father, older sister, and pack have hated me. It slightly angers me that they blame me for their Luna's decision. My mom planned to leave, I didn't tell her to. She left because she wanted to and that was that. Seeing how my father is, I don't blame her for leaving. Though, I don't know if he was like this before my mother left. I know he loved her and maybe still does. Not like I'll ever know anyway, I never talk to him anymore. It would be useless to ask. I quickly showered under freezing cold water, my thin form shivering violently. Once I was cleaned and dressed I scurried downstairs, hurrying to make breakfast for the pack. I had just finished filling the last plate when the pack filed in. My sister walked in first while holding hands with her mate, Dylan. I ignored them, focused on my task as I placed the plate down. I didn't want them to hit me even more, my ribs felt as if they were going to break any minute. Over the years I've learned to not cry, to keep my emotions bottled up. What would be the point anyway? Crying won't get them to stop, it'll only make them hit me further. My sobs would never get someone to actually care for me, like my father says, I'm a mistake. I left the dining room after that, carefully dodging my father as he walked in. I walked back up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, feeling empty. This is the third week that I'm not eating, I've lost my appetite a long time ago. I sighed, I just hope that one day their beating will be too much. That I'll close my eyes and never wake up. Then they'll finally realize their mistake and I'll finally be free. Free from all the emotional and physical pain. I know I used to love my family and pack, but now I fear them. I can never love them again, no matter what. ###Chapter 2 I woke up to my sister screaming at me, rage evident in her eyes as she yanked me from my bed. I landed on the floor, wincing as my ribs started to hurt even more. I looked up to see her still screaming at me, but all I could hear was a beeping in
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Life has trained women better than men emotionally, and there is nothing wrong with that. I can talk about the feminine part in me, but it’s a completely different vibration when a woman does it. Healing from women is like that of Mother Earth, where everything is allowed to be, and always forgiven by Mother Earth - whether helpful or beneficial to her... In nature the man had to go out, he had to hunt. ..and the woman was nurturing the children and birthing the children (thank you, mom) If your role was to go out and hunt for the family, expressing emotion may not be the best tactic. More intention, less emotion was the default for most men… What could possibly be more closely linked to our emotions than who we are? Anyone who’s found themselves holding their breath when nervous, or taking short, shallow breaths when they’re angry can tell you how closely linked our breathing is to our emotions. It’s something that sounds so simple Just breathe… When you think of breathwork, you probably think of the physical aspect of breathing—the inhaling and exhaling of air. It’s the technique, power, and intention that we put into practice that makes breathing a way for us to deal with stored emotions. Never have I went through a time in my life where I felt exempt from life’s everyday struggles But there is a bridge… A bridge for everyone from any walk of life. And where - you practice, is the most important thing https://courses.yogilab.com/tw
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Chapter 1 A trade I'm Kiki Yao, an ordinary housewife. I've been married to Hao Wu for three years and have a two-year-old son. We are not rich, so my family struggles to make ends meet. Last month, however,I didn't expect that my son would suddenly faint, and that gave my poor family a terrible blow. My son, who just turned two years old, was diagnosed with nephrotic syndrome and the doctor told me it would cost a million dollars to treat him. Faced with the huge cost of treatment, I collapsed on the spot, not knowing what to do.But when I think of the child lying in the hospital bed, I will give him treatment at any cost, even if I will spend all my money. So after coming out of the hospital, I ran to the place where Hao Wu worked to discuss the cost of the treatment with him. What I didn't expect was Hao Wu 's indifferent attitude, saying that he had no money and couldn't borrow it. He asked me to figure it out by myself. I was so angry that I slapped him on the spot. I didn't have time to feel sad and I looked around for ways to borrow money. But I was only a mall saleswoman and there was very little money I could borrow. I cried all those days. When I was cornered, a young woman who worked with me came up with a solution. To save my child's life, I gave up my dignity and had to accept her advice. Now I was lying on a hotel bed, for my body felt like water and my head light, with bruises on her body that seemed to mock the intense sex I had just had. Yes, I treated myself as an object in an erotic deal with a strange man for the cost of my child's surgery. The bathroom door was pulled open and the man was walking in his shorts towards the other room. At that time I picked up my clothes and put them on. The man soon returned. He slouched on the couch next to me and handed me his check, a playful voice ringing out, "Nice service today. Here's your reward." His words made me ashamed, but let me breathe a sigh with relief. I hurriedly stretched out my hand to take the check. Looking at it ,then I was stunned, only two hundred thousand dollars. But a young woman I knew told me there was a million for a deal. I thought of the child waiting to save his life and I was a little anxious, "Sir, aren't you mistaken, wasn't it the money that was promised?" The man looked at me in amazement and stood up straightly, reaching up his hands and cupping my chin. His tall figure was so oppressive. I was a little scared, trying to struggle. And his mocking voice rang in my ears, "A million? Oh, you're the kind of woman I've seen a lot, and don't you look at yourself, just a prostitute, take the money and get out of here.” His words made my heart twist a little, but I also knew that angering him would not get me a penny. So after he let go of me, I didn't dare to dwell too much. Immediately, I took the check and rolled out of the room. After cashing the check, I took a taxi to the hospital. Then I handed over all $200,000 to the toll booth. The doctor didn't start giving my child an infusion until after making sure I paid my bill. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the child's pale face, dazed. Three years ago my current husband, Hao Wu, started wooing me crazily. His thoughtfulness and care made me fall in love quickly. I thought the life after marriage would be very happy, but after having the child, Hao's attitude toward me and the child became colder and colder, scolding me and the child whenever he wanted. But in order to give my child a complete home, I have to swallow my pride and compromise. But this time, I really couldn't hold back any longer, Hao Wu 's actions made me angry and sad, and also filled with disappointment about this marriage, feeling like I was blind. “Mom, mom,” the child's voice pulled my thoughts back, and I sidled up and wiped my eyes with my hand, smiling at the child reluctantly. “Honey, mommy's here." "Mom, where's Dad? Why isn't Dad coming to see me?" asked the child weakly. I winced in my heart, held back my emotions, and told my son that his dad had to go to work
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###Prologue "No, please, daddy!" the young girl screamed, tears streaking down her face. The man glared at her, warning her to keep her mouth shut. She had no choice but to remain silent as she watched the other man drag her older sister away. Her father then grabbed her and walked away, telling her it was for her sister's safety. The young girl didn't understand, but once he dropped her on the ground she knew why he sent her away. He wouldn't want her to see what he's going to do to her fragile younger sister. The one he blamed for her mother leaving him, the one who has no idea why her mother even left. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but they only fueled the anger in her father. "Daddy, please- She never got to finish for he roughly slapped her, the sound echoing in the rain soaked forest. Her tears mixed with the rain that now poured down, soaking them both. His eyes were black, accusing, and angry. They frightened her, her heart was pounding against her chest as he grabbed her jaw. "You are going to regret what you did." he snarled. She furrowed her eyebrows, "What...what did I do?" she whimpered. Her innocence caused him to become even angrier; he told himself that she caused this. That she told her mother what he had done and had forced her mother to leave. He shoved away the realistic side of his mind, ignoring the fact that his daughter most likely didn't. He grabbed her and threw her against a tree, her ribs making a sickening crack. However, he shoved his guilt and concern aside. He stormed over to her and continued his beating. "You are a mistake." he spat as her vision went black. ###Chapter 1 I winced as I pulled myself out of bed, trying to ignore the aching from yesterday's beatings. I walked to my mirror and sighed. Of course, just my luck to have a dislocated shoulder. Ivy could help me since the pack doctor won't. I shook my head, I don't understand why I'm hated. I never will either. I know it has something to do with my mother leaving when I was only eight. Since then my father, older sister, and pack have hated me. It slightly angers me that they blame me for their Luna's decision. My mom planned to leave, I didn't tell her to. She left because she wanted to and that was that. Seeing how my father is, I don't blame her for leaving. Though, I don't know if he was like this before my mother left. I know he loved her and maybe still does. Not like I'll ever know anyway, I never talk to him anymore. It would be useless to ask. I quickly showered under freezing cold water, my thin form shivering violently. Once I was cleaned and dressed I scurried downstairs, hurrying to make breakfast for the pack. I had just finished filling the last plate when the pack filed in. My sister walked in first while holding hands with her mate, Dylan. I ignored them, focused on my task as I placed the plate down. I didn't want them to hit me even more, my ribs felt as if they were going to break any minute. Over the years I've learned to not cry, to keep my emotions bottled up. What would be the point anyway? Crying won't get them to stop, it'll only make them hit me further. My sobs would never get someone to actually care for me, like my father says, I'm a mistake. I left the dining room after that, carefully dodging my father as he walked in. I walked back up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, feeling empty. This is the third week that I'm not eating, I've lost my appetite a long time ago. I sighed, I just hope that one day their beating will be too much. That I'll close my eyes and never wake up. Then they'll finally realize their mistake and I'll finally be free. Free from all the emotional and physical pain. I know I used to love my family and pack, but now I fear them. I can never love them again, no matter what. ###Chapter 2 I woke up to my sister screaming at me, rage evident in her eyes as she yanked me from my bed. I landed on the floor, wincing as my ribs started to hurt even more. I looked up to see her still screaming
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Chapter 1 A trade I'm Kiki Yao, an ordinary housewife. I've been married to Hao Wu for three years and have a two-year-old son. We are not rich, so my family struggles to make ends meet. Last month, however,I didn't expect that my son would suddenly faint, and that gave my poor family a terrible blow. My son, who just turned two years old, was diagnosed with nephrotic syndrome and the doctor told me it would cost a million dollars to treat him. Faced with the huge cost of treatment, I collapsed on the spot, not knowing what to do.But when I think of the child lying in the hospital bed, I will give him treatment at any cost, even if I will spend all my money. So after coming out of the hospital, I ran to the place where Hao Wu worked to discuss the cost of the treatment with him. What I didn't expect was Hao Wu 's indifferent attitude, saying that he had no money and couldn't borrow it. He asked me to figure it out by myself. I was so angry that I slapped him on the spot. I didn't have time to feel sad and I looked around for ways to borrow money. But I was only a mall saleswoman and there was very little money I could borrow. I cried all those days. When I was cornered, a young woman who worked with me came up with a solution. To save my child's life, I gave up my dignity and had to accept her advice. Now I was lying on a hotel bed, for my body felt like water and my head light, with bruises on her body that seemed to mock the intense sex I had just had. Yes, I treated myself as an object in an erotic deal with a strange man for the cost of my child's surgery. The bathroom door was pulled open and the man was walking in his shorts towards the other room. At that time I picked up my clothes and put them on. The man soon returned. He slouched on the couch next to me and handed me his check, a playful voice ringing out, "Nice service today. Here's your reward." His words made me ashamed, but let me breathe a sigh with relief. I hurriedly stretched out my hand to take the check. Looking at it ,then I was stunned, only two hundred thousand dollars. But a young woman I knew told me there was a million for a deal. I thought of the child waiting to save his life and I was a little anxious, "Sir, aren't you mistaken, wasn't it the money that was promised?" The man looked at me in amazement and stood up straightly, reaching up his hands and cupping my chin. His tall figure was so oppressive. I was a little scared, trying to struggle. And his mocking voice rang in my ears, "A million? Oh, you're the kind of woman I've seen a lot, and don't you look at yourself, just a prostitute, take the money and get out of here.” His words made my heart twist a little, but I also knew that angering him would not get me a penny. So after he let go of me, I didn't dare to dwell too much. Immediately, I took the check and rolled out of the room. After cashing the check, I took a taxi to the hospital. Then I handed over all $200,000 to the toll booth. The doctor didn't start giving my child an infusion until after making sure I paid my bill. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the child's pale face, dazed. Three years ago my current husband, Hao Wu, started wooing me crazily. His thoughtfulness and care made me fall in love quickly. I thought the life after marriage would be very happy, but after having the child, Hao's attitude toward me and the child became colder and colder, scolding me and the child whenever he wanted. But in order to give my child a complete home, I have to swallow my pride and compromise. But this time, I really couldn't hold back any longer, Hao Wu 's actions made me angry and sad, and also filled with disappointment about this marriage, feeling like I was blind. “Mom, mom,” the child's voice pulled my thoughts back, and I sidled up and wiped my eyes with my hand, smiling at the child reluctantly. “Honey, mommy's here." "Mom, where's Dad? Why isn't Dad coming to see me?" asked the child weakly. I winced in my heart, held back my emotions, and told my son that his dad had to go to work
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"Please...don't do this." I whimpered as he took a step closer.He narrowed his black eyes, "Sorry not sorry." he sneered.I closed my eyes, praying this would be over soon.Celina Blood, she's shy, sweet, caring, but she's also stubborn and strong. She's a fun she-wolf who is hiding a terrible past. Hades Black, the arrogant Alpha who is disgusted by rogues. He's cruel and heartless, something his mate learns quickly. Along with something else that may just fully break her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Read NOW! "No, please, daddy!" the young girl screamed, tears streaking down her face. The man glared at her, warning her to keep her mouth shut. She had no choice but to remain silent as she watched the other man drag her older sister away. Her father then grabbed her and walked away, telling her it was for her sister's safety. The young girl didn't understand, but once he dropped her on the ground she knew why he sent her away. He wouldn't want her to see what he's going to do to her fragile younger sister. The one he blamed for her mother leaving him, the one who has no idea why her mother even left. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but they only fueled the anger in her father. "Daddy, please- She never got to finish for he roughly slapped her, the sound echoing in the rain soaked forest. Her tears mixed with the rain that now poured down, soaking them both. His eyes were black, accusing, and angry. They frightened her, her heart was pounding against her chest as he grabbed her jaw. "You are going to regret what you did." he snarled. She furrowed her eyebrows, "What...what did I do?" she whimpered. Her innocence caused him to become even angrier; he told himself that she caused this. That she told her mother what he had done and had forced her mother to leave. He shoved away the realistic side of his mind, ignoring the fact that his daughter most likely didn't. He grabbed her and threw her against a tree, her ribs making a sickening crack. However, he shoved his guilt and concern aside. He stormed over to her and continued his beating. "You are a mistake." he spat as her vision went black. ###Chapter 1 I winced as I pulled myself out of bed, trying to ignore the aching from yesterday's beatings. I walked to my mirror and sighed. Of course, just my luck to have a dislocated shoulder. Ivy could help me since the pack doctor won't. I shook my head, I don't understand why I'm hated. I never will either. I know it has something to do with my mother leaving when I was only eight. Since then my father, older sister, and pack have hated me. It slightly angers me that they blame me for their Luna's decision. My mom planned to leave, I didn't tell her to. She left because she wanted to and that was that. Seeing how my father is, I don't blame her for leaving. Though, I don't know if he was like this before my mother left. I know he loved her and maybe still does. Not like I'll ever know anyway, I never talk to him anymore. It would be useless to ask. I quickly showered under freezing cold water, my thin form shivering violently. Once I was cleaned and dressed I scurried downstairs, hurrying to make breakfast for the pack. I had just finished filling the last plate when the pack filed in. My sister walked in first while holding hands with her mate, Dylan. I ignored them, focused on my task as I placed the plate down. I didn't want them to hit me even more, my ribs felt as if they were going to break any minute. Over the years I've learned to not cry, to keep my emotions bottled up. What would be the point anyway? Crying won't get them to stop, it'll only make them hit me further. My sobs would never get someone to actually care for me, like my father says, I'm a mistake. I left the dining room after that, carefully dodging my father as he walked in. I walked back up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, feeling empty. This is the third week that I'm not eating, I've lost my appetite a long time ago. I sighed, I just hope that one day their beating will be too much. That I'l
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###Prologue "No, please, daddy!" the young girl screamed, tears streaking down her face. The man glared at her, warning her to keep her mouth shut. She had no choice but to remain silent as she watched the other man drag her older sister away. Her father then grabbed her and walked away, telling her it was for her sister's safety. The young girl didn't understand, but once he dropped her on the ground she knew why he sent her away. He wouldn't want her to see what he's going to do to her fragile younger sister. The one he blamed for her mother leaving him, the one who has no idea why her mother even left. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but they only fueled the anger in her father. "Daddy, please- She never got to finish for he roughly slapped her, the sound echoing in the rain soaked forest. Her tears mixed with the rain that now poured down, soaking them both. His eyes were black, accusing, and angry. They frightened her, her heart was pounding against her chest as he grabbed her jaw. "You are going to regret what you did." he snarled. She furrowed her eyebrows, "What...what did I do?" she whimpered. Her innocence caused him to become even angrier; he told himself that she caused this. That she told her mother what he had done and had forced her mother to leave. He shoved away the realistic side of his mind, ignoring the fact that his daughter most likely didn't. He grabbed her and threw her against a tree, her ribs making a sickening crack. However, he shoved his guilt and concern aside. He stormed over to her and continued his beating. "You are a mistake." he spat as her vision went black. ###Chapter 1 I winced as I pulled myself out of bed, trying to ignore the aching from yesterday's beatings. I walked to my mirror and sighed. Of course, just my luck to have a dislocated shoulder. Ivy could help me since the pack doctor won't. I shook my head, I don't understand why I'm hated. I never will either. I know it has something to do with my mother leaving when I was only eight. Since then my father, older sister, and pack have hated me. It slightly angers me that they blame me for their Luna's decision. My mom planned to leave, I didn't tell her to. She left because she wanted to and that was that. Seeing how my father is, I don't blame her for leaving. Though, I don't know if he was like this before my mother left. I know he loved her and maybe still does. Not like I'll ever know anyway, I never talk to him anymore. It would be useless to ask. I quickly showered under freezing cold water, my thin form shivering violently. Once I was cleaned and dressed I scurried downstairs, hurrying to make breakfast for the pack. I had just finished filling the last plate when the pack filed in. My sister walked in first while holding hands with her mate, Dylan. I ignored them, focused on my task as I placed the plate down. I didn't want them to hit me even more, my ribs felt as if they were going to break any minute. Over the years I've learned to not cry, to keep my emotions bottled up. What would be the point anyway? Crying won't get them to stop, it'll only make them hit me further. My sobs would never get someone to actually care for me, like my father says, I'm a mistake. I left the dining room after that, carefully dodging my father as he walked in. I walked back up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, feeling empty. This is the third week that I'm not eating, I've lost my appetite a long time ago. I sighed, I just hope that one day their beating will be too much. That I'll close my eyes and never wake up. Then they'll finally realize their mistake and I'll finally be free. Free from all the emotional and physical pain. I know I used to love my family and pack, but now I fear them. I can never love them again, no matter what. ###Chapter 2 I woke up to my sister screaming at me, rage evident in her eyes as she yanked me from my bed. I landed on the floor, wincing as my ribs started to hurt even more. I looked up to see her still screaming
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###Prologue "No, please, daddy!" the young girl screamed, tears streaking down her face. The man glared at her, warning her to keep her mouth shut. She had no choice but to remain silent as she watched the other man drag her older sister away. Her father then grabbed her and walked away, telling her it was for her sister's safety. The young girl didn't understand, but once he dropped her on the ground she knew why he sent her away. He wouldn't want her to see what he's going to do to her fragile younger sister. The one he blamed for her mother leaving him, the one who has no idea why her mother even left. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but they only fueled the anger in her father. "Daddy, please- She never got to finish for he roughly slapped her, the sound echoing in the rain soaked forest. Her tears mixed with the rain that now poured down, soaking them both. His eyes were black, accusing, and angry. They frightened her, her heart was pounding against her chest as he grabbed her jaw. "You are going to regret what you did." he snarled. She furrowed her eyebrows, "What...what did I do?" she whimpered. Her innocence caused him to become even angrier; he told himself that she caused this. That she told her mother what he had done and had forced her mother to leave. He shoved away the realistic side of his mind, ignoring the fact that his daughter most likely didn't. He grabbed her and threw her against a tree, her ribs making a sickening crack. However, he shoved his guilt and concern aside. He stormed over to her and continued his beating. "You are a mistake." he spat as her vision went black. ###Chapter 1 I winced as I pulled myself out of bed, trying to ignore the aching from yesterday's beatings. I walked to my mirror and sighed. Of course, just my luck to have a dislocated shoulder. Ivy could help me since the pack doctor won't. I shook my head, I don't understand why I'm hated. I never will either. I know it has something to do with my mother leaving when I was only eight. Since then my father, older sister, and pack have hated me. It slightly angers me that they blame me for their Luna's decision. My mom planned to leave, I didn't tell her to. She left because she wanted to and that was that. Seeing how my father is, I don't blame her for leaving. Though, I don't know if he was like this before my mother left. I know he loved her and maybe still does. Not like I'll ever know anyway, I never talk to him anymore. It would be useless to ask. I quickly showered under freezing cold water, my thin form shivering violently. Once I was cleaned and dressed I scurried downstairs, hurrying to make breakfast for the pack. I had just finished filling the last plate when the pack filed in. My sister walked in first while holding hands with her mate, Dylan. I ignored them, focused on my task as I placed the plate down. I didn't want them to hit me even more, my ribs felt as if they were going to break any minute. Over the years I've learned to not cry, to keep my emotions bottled up. What would be the point anyway? Crying won't get them to stop, it'll only make them hit me further. My sobs would never get someone to actually care for me, like my father says, I'm a mistake. I left the dining room after that, carefully dodging my father as he walked in. I walked back up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, feeling empty. This is the third week that I'm not eating, I've lost my appetite a long time ago. I sighed, I just hope that one day their beating will be too much. That I'll close my eyes and never wake up. Then they'll finally realize their mistake and I'll finally be free. Free from all the emotional and physical pain. I know I used to love my family and pack, but now I fear them. I can never love them again, no matter what. ###Chapter 2 I woke up to my sister screaming at me, rage evident in her eyes as she yanked me from my bed. I landed on the floor, wincing as my ribs started to hurt even more. I looked up to see her still screaming