A Piece Of Memory Artinya

"Why would you do this to me, i am your wife, i deserve to be respected too" i breath out in tears "Why won't i do this to you, you clearly said it yourself that you are my wife. I have every right over you. Now go down on your kneel and do the needful. Unless you want me to go out for it." "Go out for it. After all you are Leo Luthur, the heir of the Luthur empire." "Wow. You sure have grown wings Em remember this." He moved closer to me. "I will make you beg me for sex. And then i will torture you to the extreme. " i glared at him. "I would be waiting Leo. " ------------------------- I rolled on the bed trying to get a firm hold on the sheet.. he was all over me. I never ever thought i could open up to this demi-italian god staring at my soul through my eyes.. his hands were working on me.. i couldn't take it anymore "Leo please touch me"

Wealthy and beautiful Angela thinks no one will ever know about her dark, terrible past. Being thrown out by her stepdad and having no place to go, she is forced to do things for survival. "After developing an application that made her rich, she becomes a popular figure; of course, everyone wants a piece of the pie, even the person who hates you the most. "Angela never for a moment thought someone would threaten to expose her. Now she's being given the alternative. You will do as I say or pay the price. Angela has to find the blackmailer and deal with him by whatever means. Run Angela screamed Jessica as Angela sprinted through the woods with wind bustling through the branches of the trees, making the leaves howl in their symphony. Two natural forces are both in harmony and constantly fighting. The rain would come down any second; its distinct smell filled the air. Plush, intertwining clouds pushed their grey front toward where I stood. Angela stopped by the edge of the river; she placed a hand on her chest, her heart wouldn't stop raging against her rib cage, and she fought to keep silent a small whimper. Her heart was so loud she feared it would give her away; it was so loud in her ears; she thought the creature that used to be someone she once trusted would hear it and tear it from her. "Who is there? She screamed, looking back, hearing footsteps getting closer. Until she stopped and looked back, there stood a man with a mask, holding a knife; who was this person? Being diagnosed with anterograde amnesia made her unable to create new memories; her past kept haunting her. is it the same person who is always killing her in her dreams?

Nicole Evans never asked to be followed. She never asked for eyes in the dark, for a man like Vane to orbit her life with silence and devotion sharp enough to wound. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. It waits. It watches. It becomes inevitable. What began with missing men and shadows on rooftops soon unraveled into something far more intimate—an assassin who couldn’t let go, and a woman who, piece by piece, stopped trying to make him. As friends vanished and her world narrowed, Nicole found herself drawn toward the very thing she feared most—not out of love, but recognition. In his violence, there was something terrifyingly tender. In his silence, something that listened more closely than anyone else ever had. Theirs is not a love story in any ordinary sense. It’s a descent—a long, slow collapse into dependency, into surrender. A story told in bruises and shared tea, in blood and in stillness. A quiet unraveling that doesn’t end in escape, but in a house by the sea, where memory lingers and echoes never fade. Some stories don’t ask to be understood. Only remembered.

"Don't expect anything from me. Not my attention, not love." Hearing that, Leylah now knows that everything will never be the same again. The same man, the same voice, but it wasn't him. *** After almost three years of marriage, Leylah was still hopeful that a miracle would happen in her life. Hoping that her husband will have a change of heart and will love her again. But she was wrong. Love never happened. Not again. The universe must have conspired something behind her back to see horrendous scenes of her husband sleeping with another girl whenever he was at home. If only that alone happened then she could have forgiven him, but receiving a divorce papers from the man she love one day was a big blow she could never forget. She knew that this was bound to happen. After all, what can a one sided marriage like theirs end up, but a piece of white paper with a divorce written down on it? But no! She can't back down now! After hiding their marriage to the public for her husband's advantage, she can't back down now, looking more foolish than she has ever had! What was the purpose of those years she waited if she backed down now for nothing? So like a fool, she asked for a two months contract with her husband in turn for a divorce later on. But what do they know? Future is vague. No one knows what will happen.

"What the memory forgets, a heart can remember." Yan ang mga katagang pinaniniwalaan at pinanghahawakan ni Ken lalo na nang malaman niyang ang lahat ng ala-ala ni Ciashet patungkol sa kanya at sa mga taong related sa kanya ay nakalimutan nito. Gusto ni Ken na maalala ni Ciashet ang feelings ng babae para sa kanya pero mayroong puwang sa isip niya na nagsasabing ayaw niya ring makaalala pa ang nobya dahil natatakot siya sa mga posibleng maalala nito. Baka hindi lang pagmamahal ang maalala nito kundi pati na rin ang galit na maging dahilan pa ng pag-iwas at pag-alis ulit ng babae palayo sa kanya. Paano nga ba haharapin ng magkasintahang ito ang mga ala-ala sa nakaraan na nakalimutan ng babae at ala-ala naman sa kasalukuyan na makakalimutan naman ni Ken dahil sa isang aksidente. Posible kayang magtagpo pang muli ang mga ala-ala nila? O tuluyan na lang nilang kakalimutan ang isa't isa?

"Fuck!" "Don't hold back, Annatoria." He kissed my back. "Cum for me. Lose this bet for me." ~~~ "I have to break you, little human spy. I will humiliate this rubbish pride in your eyes." ~~~ Agent Annatoria has a new mission: to locate the immortal Lycan King of the Wolves, who has tortured humans for years. She finds the Lycan... but loses a piece of herself. When she dramatically returns to the human realm, branded by a strange mark, the shadows of the werewolf world cling to her memory, leaving gaps often shrouded in terrifying nightmares. But the gaps in her memory could be the threads the wicked Lycan King uses to weave his grand and terrifying intention, making her a puppet in a game she doesn't even remember playing. Because, when she crosses paths with Darius Thorne of Thorne Innovations, her entire body and soul feel an undeniable, primal pull towards the man whose possessive gaze and terrifying familiarity she can't resist. Soon, the chilling truth dawns: the hunt never stopped. She has, inescapably, become the hunted. (Warning!: Don't read if you lack patience!)

[Completed] Arabella Angelstone thought she had it all, until she was betrayed by her own stepsister and forced to flee for her life. After years of living in the shadows, she finally resurfaces, ready to reclaim her rightful inheritance. But fate has other plans for Arabella, as a traumatic incident leaves her with no memory of who she truly is. Enter Lucas Alexander, a charming and successful billionaire who Arabella believes is her husband and the father of her child. As she navigates the dangerous world of high society, She struggles to maintain her facade while trying to piece together the fragments of her past. Will she be able to keep up the charade or will her true identity be uncovered, putting everything she's worked for in jeopardy?

When Dallas Brooke, the youngest NFL Hall of Famer, loses his memory after a serious car accident, he needs help recovering what he has lost. His caretaker? The woman he left three years ago for his career—me—Paige Parker. Somehow, I end up tasked with the job of helping my ex-boyfriend recover, but spending time with someone who used to mean the world to you without them remembering your past isn't easy. Dallas is still the same carefree spirit, even without his memories. How do I prevent my old emotions from crawling up to the surface? And how do I stop him from breaking my heart all over again?

Terlalu kejam jika aku bilang takdir hidupku tidak beruntung. Mungkin yang tepat untuk menyiratkannya adalah takdirku kurang beruntung seperti kalian. Kenalkan aku adalah Sintia, anak semata wayang yang dulunya di adopsi sebagai anak kandung secara legalitas. Selama 35 tahun hidupku penuh liku, bisa di bilang aku seorang yang terbentuk dari keluarga yang brochen home, pelarianku dengan mengejar hobi dan mencari sahabat sebanyak-banyaknya. Aku lebih nyaman bercerita dan membagi kisah hidup dengan teman laki-laki. Inilah yang menjadikan mereka semua sebagai Teman Tapi Mesra dalam hidupku. Alasannya sih simplle, karena teman laki-laki pintar memegang rahasia dan pandai memberikan nasehat yang positif. Kisah hidupku terus berliku, bagaikan obak pantai. Baik masalah keluarga, masalah teman kecil yang sering membulying, masalah percintaan, pekerjaan, rumah tangga maupun lainnya. Aku terus berusaha mencari jalan keluar yang baik dan aku berusaha untuk kuat dan bertahan dalam segala cobaan hidup. Bagaimana untuk jangan menjali gila atau bunuh diri karena itu semua. "True Story" Novel Sintia Series

Happiness is a luxury, why didn't God let me receive it, or because my fate was so unlucky that I didn't receive love and protection in the first place? So maybe I have never found my happiness and home so that I can understand how sacred that feeling is, so I appreciate it so much. "Hurry up and go, live like a normal person, have a normal life. Be like everyone else, laugh when you're happy, cry when you're sad. Feel those emotions." ............. "Chen, hold my hand, are we a family now?" "It's okay, Clause Chen, I promise to never deceive or harm you. Come back here, from now on this will be my home, your family." The child still stood there silently looking at the outstretched arms in front of him, neither saying anything nor taking it. What are emotions? What is love? Rain has fallen! Perhaps God is crying for that child or is he crying for the child's journey ahead with no hope left?