There was trouble. Tom was at the heart of everything. When it involved the police, things did start to spiral out of control. You don't need to know everything. You only need to know enough.
There was trouble. Tom was at the heart of everything. When it involved the police, things did start to spiral out of control. You don't need to know everything. You only need to know enough.
Tom wore a long face and trudged on. His trousers had faded and clothed with dust. Reaching the threshold, he inserted the key into the lock and embraced his house. He hissed and slammed the door behind him, for the evening was the worst day of his life. He was made to work late again even though it was Christmas Eve. But now, at last, the hammer had fallen on him! As soon as he was indoors, Tom sank into his favorite chair. After a time, he sat up and drew his rickety table. The little man lit up the poorly decorated room and his face looked pale in the lamplight.
He took the letter out of his pocket. He lowered his bifocals and glanced dispassionately above them at the letter and a deep melancholy settled over his spirit. Tom had been relieved of his job and it was a bitter pill to swallow. "WHY ME!" he banged the table.
Tom had just disposed of the letter when he heard a faint knock on the door. "Who's there?"
"It's I, Priscilla," her voice was as soft as the morning breeze.
Tom masked his anger with a smile and opened the door. He said a friendly good evening to her. "I am sure you came to inquire why I did not attend the service. My employer asked me to work extra hours..."
"Oh, I understand," the lady smiled as Tom led her into his humble home. Priscilla sat on a chair with her back to the wall. She placed her hands on her thighs and glanced at the little man. "God told me that you have lost your job. But He will use this setback to turn your life around."
A ray of hope flushed over Tom's suntanned face as he sat up and muttered, "Amen!"
She closed her eyes facing heaven. Priscilla brought her hands together, making recitations as if she was praying. Then she stopped and turned to Tom. "The company downsized to reduced cost..."
"Yes," Tom was surprised as he nodded almost a million times.
"Hold on," the prophetess said. "Would you be interested in hearing a secret that will make you rich?"
"Yes, oh yes!" the little man answered. He straightened his chin and looked at her face.
"You have an eighteen carat diamond ring you inherited from your father. It's wrapped up in a handkerchief in the right-hand corner of the third drawer. God said you are to get it and give it to me!"
Tom gasped and beat his chest. "Ah, my heirloom? I have never told anyone about it. How did you know I have it under my roof?"
Priscilla laughed, "God told me just now. Do as He had said and He will make you rich!"
The little man chewed his lower lips as he imagined that he will be able to live in luxury for the rest of his life! Then he sat back and scratched his head. She was right about the diamond in the drawer, he thought. As if he was under a spell, he rose to his feet and moved to the corner, and then returned to the table with the heirloom. Priscilla grabbed it and placed it in her pocket. "I like people who obey God," she smiled and gave him a hug. "If you need another hug just ask," she heaved. "Follow me!"
"Where are we going?" Tom yawned and shifted his weight to one leg.
She rubbed her hands gleefully together. "I want to introduce you to a friend. If you have a little money, he knows how to multiply it many times over!"
Tom dreamed of the money. "Thank you. I will be forever grateful, Priscilla." But just as the words were too exciting for Tom to bear, Priscilla held his hand and then they were received by the outside world.
Dalmos was sucked into a world inside of a tree where he tasted misfortune. It is a tragedy to remain in a world you cannot control and all the more tragic if you do not have control over your own life. People who have surrendered leadership of their lives to others are always at the mercy of those they serve. As Dalmos quests to regain his freedom, he found a powerful man whom he thought would rescue him from his truckload of misfortune. However, it would have been better if they had never met.
Nihu is falsely accused of a crime and is banished to the Lonely Forest. He is challenged with a mission by a magical character. As brave Nihu quests to fulfill the mission and gain his freedom, he is sucked into a world inside of a stone, visits a powerful ruler in an underwater city, and makes friends with a group of refugees only a hero could love.
In the eighteen years of her life, Brianna had endured relentless abuse from her family, living in constant fear. One fateful day, two dignified figures approached her and revealed a shocking truth: she was their long-lost daughter, heiress to the wealthiest family in the city-the Owens. Desperate for love and acceptance, Brianna hoped to escape her past. Instead, she fell victim to Cassie, a cunning impostor who manipulated their parents against her while feigning distress. Rather than forging a connection with her real family, Brianna found herself betrayed and isolated. When a car accident left Brianna in a vegetative state, she found herself able to listen to everything around her, though unable to respond. Bitterly, she realized her parents didn't care for her; they visited just once. A month later, Cassie visited, disconnecting the ventilator before leaning in to whisper coldly, "Goodbye, my dear sister. You shouldn't have come back. You are meant for that despicable, wretched family." Somehow, fate granted Brianna a second chance. Reborn and fueled by rage, she vowed to make everyone who had wronged her pay dearly. This time, she would seize the life that had been stolen from her.
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother’s pregnant mistress’s feet, I knew my marriage was over. He moved her into our home under the guise of “family duty,” forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows. The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother’s priceless necklace. When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her. He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don—an act of war. I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother’s grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family. Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.
One year into marriage, Yvonne realized she was nothing more than a substitute for someone else's memory. When his true love reappeared, Julian tossed a divorce contract her way. "She's back. We're finished," he said flatly. The secret of her pregnancy stayed hidden. Yvonne fought the urge to cry, signed her freedom, and disappeared. Five years on, cameras flashed as Yvonne, radiant in red, strode across a film festival stage with her bright-eyed son. Julian's hands clenched as he watched. "Sir, the boy's four and a half," whispered his shaken assistant. Then, he rushed to the film set only to witness an A-list actor gently wrapping his arm around Yvonne's waist. "I've booked your favorite restaurant for tonight's celebration." The little boy blinked his innocent eyes at Julian, asking, "Who are you? One of my mom's crazy admirers?" He cornered her in the dressing room, his voice hoarse as he said, "Let's remarry." Her lips curled slightly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "The curtain's down; it's time to end this scene." But this time, he wasn't letting go.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past. On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse. But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened. Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation. *** Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail. But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world."
A year into the marriage, Thea rushed home with radiant happiness-she was pregnant. Jerred barely glanced up. "She's back." The woman he'd never let go had returned, and he forgot he was a husband, spending every night at her hospital bed. Thea forced a smile. "Let's divorce." He snapped, "You're jealous of someone who's dying?" Because the woman was terminal, he excused every jab and made Thea endure. When love went cold, she left the papers and stormed off. He locked down the city and caught her at the airport, eyes red, dropping to his knees. "Honey, where are you going with our child?"
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