Knock Knockin On Heaven's Door

In the middle of a lively night, can you guess what's about to come? In the middle of the busy street, do you realize there is something in the dump? Shane Hoseinzade was peacefully sleeping on the floor when three conservative, loud knocks echoed inside. Would he open the door? On the other side, someone wearing a black cloak and holding a giant scythe is standing on the doorstep. With head bowed down, a pair of mismatched eyes glowed while staring at the door. Patiently waiting for the target to open the door. If you hear three violent knocks on your door at exactly midnight, would you dare to open the door? But what if those violent knocks are the knocks of the person you promised to marry in the future? Death? A grim reaper? A demon? Whoever it is, are you ready to face your fears?

At the dinner table, my mother-in-law slid a contract across to me, right in front of more than 20 relatives. "Just sign it," she said lightly. "Consider it a favor to me." I looked down. A home mortgage agreement for 150,000 dollars. Across from me, my husband's younger brother, Jim Canfield, watched with a grin. Beside him, my husband's eldest sister, Cindy Canfield, urged impatiently, saying, "Shirley, what are you waiting for? Just sign it." I said I needed to go home and talk it over with Howard Canfield first. My mother-in-law's expression darkened. "What? You can't even make this decision for your own marriage?" That night, I did not sign anything. Later, she sent a three-minute voice message in the family group chat, accusing me of being childish, ungrateful, and heartless. More than 70 replies followed—not a single one in my defense. A month later, I came home from work to find three men waiting at my door, there to seize the house. I pulled out my phone and checked the property registry. The record was clear. [Mortgaged. 150,000 dollars.]

A stunning married woman came to me, asking to share an apartment. She could not afford the rent, so she offered to pay with her body instead. I thought I had conquered her both body and soul, but it turned out she had other intentions. What I had believed was a moment of passion turned out to be a dangerous trap, as this woman was a black widow. She snuggled up to me, laughing softly. "Don't you know that lust is a double-edged sword?'"

Diki Reandi is a member of the Indonesian Air Force International, has a cold demeanor and is talkative. He is 28 years old and at this time, he is involved in solving problems in the past which all started from the disappointment experienced by a man named Kenzo Albert. In the middle of a wedding with his wife. He had a deep loss. The woman who had only been his wife for 1 minute died in front of him. His family and friends died where what was supposed to be happy news turned into sad news. "Nokkkk!" Kenzo shouted when he saw his wife's incomplete body in front of him. In the luxury mension with a classic style, a beautiful woman is seen sitting on a chair equipped with a hand and an arm. "You're mean!" shouted Dissa leaking Kenzo Albert's handsome face. "I don't care, how you judge myself, the most important thing is that you are born again. I have the right to have you. I will avenge everything they did to us first. Wait for my play!" said Kenzo by leaking sharp like an eagle in front of Dissa Richard. "Stop! Don't try my sister or I will break your hands," threatened Diki Reandi running towards them. Will Diki save Dissa from Kenzo's clutches? or Dissa must choose Kenzo to save innocent people?

Heaven never dreamed of marrying into a family as rich and powerful as the Wiles family, but an arranged marriage bound her to Damien Wiles and knowing he didn’t care about her didn’t stop her from falling for him completely. Unfortunately, all she got in return for her love and devotion was a marriage full of pain and coldness yet she selflessly sacrificed herself when Damien was shot at. After being trapped in a coma for five years, Heaven finally wakes up but doesn’t remember anything. At her bedside stands Damien, no longer the cold, heartless husband he once was—not that she even remembers, and a little boy who calls her “Mommy.” Knowing that Heaven doesn’t remember their loveless marriage, and the pain that once defined her life because of him, Damien will now stop at nothing to win back the woman he once destroyed—even if it means lying to her and pretending they were the perfect couple before her accident. But memories have a way of returning, no matter how deeply they’ve been buried. And when Heaven finally regains hers, the truth of Damien’s betrayal and the agony of her past come crashing back. Faced with the lies he spun and the love he now offers, Heaven must decide whether she can forgive the man who broke her beyond repair… or if some wounds can never truly heal.

Five years after the death of his husband, Sky Haren still lived in his illusion and memory, grieving and in pain until he decides to seek help from a psychologist – Kole Terven, the exact replica of his deceased husband. When the person you ask for help, wears the face of the person you want to forget, will Sky reach the healing that he wanted? Or be drowned even more with no way to escape?