After Dust Sans

High School Love! It all starts with the good girl meeting the bad boy and falling in love with him, fighting the battles together, letting out deepest secrets and at the end of the day, they live happily ever after! But is that really it? What happens AFTER!After getting each other's heart.After fighting for each other.After the whole mushy and cliche love.After all the promises.After high school. Just After!

Pendant dix ans, j'ai versé mon sang pour mon compagnon destiné, Damian. Je l'ai façonné jusqu'à en faire un Alpha. J'ai bâti sa meute à partir de rien. Mais, à la veille de notre cérémonie de la Lune de Sang, il l'a choisie, elle. Il a fait de sa première amante, Isla — celle qui l'avait abandonné — la Grande Prêtresse. Pas moi. Il pensait que je n'étais qu'une simple renégate douée pour la magie. Il croyait pouvoir puiser ma puissance, me rejeter, et revendiquer Isla comme sa véritable compagne. Mais il a oublié qui je suis. C'est moi qui ai négocié les traités. C'est moi qui ai organisé les échanges. C'est moi qui ai érigé les barrières magiques qui les protégeaient tous. Lui et sa meute ont salué Isla comme leur sauveuse. Ils se sont prosternés à ses pieds. Ils ont voulu se débarrasser de moi. Leur plan ? Me forcer à escorter un démon jusqu'à l'Abîme de l'Exil. Mais il n'a jamais su mon secret. Je ne suis pas une renégate. Je suis la plus jeune fille du Roi des Alphas. Je suis de sang royal. Alors je leur ai donné ce qu'ils voulaient : je suis partie. Et ils n'ont commencé à paniquer que lorsque mes protections se sont effondrées, et que leurs terres ont été envahies.

I endured hundreds of injections just to give Stanley Brighton a child. He was moved to tears and held me, promising that even if we couldn't have children, he would love only me. I diligently followed the doctor's advice and underwent treatment. The day I confirmed my pregnancy, I was so excited that I wanted to rush home and share the good news with Stanley. But what awaited me was unimaginable. Stanley and the female tenant we shared the apartment with were lying naked together in the bathroom, sharing an intimate bath. He was behind her, holding her close, his lips incessantly biting at her earlobes. "I'll give you as many children as you want! Ten, eight—whatever it takes! Just divorce her!" "Alright, just give me some time. I'll divorce her for sure!" Hearing their whispered entanglement, I turned away, stepping into the rain, determined to leave. I would disappear to a place where Stanley could never find me, not in this lifetime.

Three days after my death, Dominic Sharp receives a phone call asking him to identify my body. He has an arm wrapped around a woman's waist as he says indifferently, "I couldn't care less if she's dead. Call me once she's been cremated." My body is sent to the crematorium. After putting the ashes into an urn, an employee calls Dominic again. He clucks his tongue impatiently. "Alright, alright. I'll be there soon."

La sœur adoptive de mon mari m’a invitée à dîner, et pendant le repas, un tremblement de terre a eu lieu. Mon mari, pompier, est arrivé immédiatement pour nous sauver. Cependant, comme nous étions toutes les deux coincées sous la même grosse pierre, il ne pouvait sauver qu’une seule personne. Afin de sauver en premier sa sœur adoptive, qui était fragile et malade, mon mari m’a abandonnée, malgré le fait que j’étais enceinte de cinq mois. Je l’ai supplié de me sauver. Il a laissé la grosse pierre briser mon bras. « Ysaline a toujours été fragile et malade, si on la laisse ici, elle mourra. » Mais après ma mort, il est devenu fou.

The love that I knew wasn't like the ones written in a book. It wasn't beautiful and magical. It doesn't bring butterflies in my stomach and it doesn't make me feel special. It doesn't feel like home, I do not feel secure. It does not make me feel safe and worthy. The love that I experience doesn't feel like love. I'm not really sure if it is love because it made me doubt, insecure and made me feel unloved. And all I experienced was pain. No it was torture. To see him love someone else when all I could do is to love him and let him love her. Now I don't know if I could ever love someone else, after him.

Cress height, A town where nightmares lurk in the dark waiting to consume their prey. Maeve Spelman a young witch who abandoned her past in cress heights after the horrible deaths of her family, to start a new life as an actress in LA. Fate has other plans for her as she finds herself back in cress heights. What happens when she finds out she is not only a vampire but also the soul mate of Xavier; The dark emperor of everything unholy who was raised from hell?

Amalia Hapsari, wanita cantik yang tahun ini menginjak usia 30 tahun, memiliki kehidupan yang sulit karena harus bekerja banting tulang untuk menghidupi dirinya sendiri dan ibunya yang sakit-sakitan. Tak punya waktu untuk mencari kekasih. Hingga takdir mempertemukan dirinya dengan seorang Revan Wirabrata, atasan barunya di kantor. Dan akhirnya mereka memiliki rasa yang sama dan saling tertarik. Namun sayangnya status Revan adalah suami dari Asti Prameswari. Walaupun pernikahan mereka berdua sudah berada di ujung tanduk kehancuran sebelum Revan mengenal Amalia, tapi tetap saja Amalia mendapatkan predikat buruk sebagai seorang pelakor. Dapatkah Amalia dan mempertahankan cintanya pada Revan? Ataukah Amalia akan menyerah?

Dakota Stelter and I tumbled down that steep ravine together. I lay there bleeding and broken, only to watch my boyfriend scoop her into his arms and walk away without a backward glance. He left me. In that moment, in every way that mattered. While everyone fussed over Dakota's scratches, no one even checked if I was still breathing. When I was finally rescued and recovering at the hospital, my boyfriend didn't even visit. I was hurt. So I moved on. Piece by piece, I rebuilt myself without him. But then he became distraught. Suddenly, he was sobbing, telling me he had always loved me.

By day, Maeve Briggs is just a regular, quiet high school senior. She tries to blend in, takes care of her younger brother, and deals with her mom cleaning the huge, fancy Dovewood mansion—a mansion owned by the very rich and very dangerous Caden Dovewood. But at night, Maeve becomes someone totally different: Eve. She puts on a black wig and high heels, dancing for strangers in a secret club. No one there knows who she really is. It's her secret way to escape her tough life and earn money to pay the bills. Then, Caden Dovewood walks into the club. He sees her, recognizes her, but Maeve remains unaware he's witnessed her secret life. It's only later, likely at his mansion, that Caden reveals his knowledge. He's loaded with money, he's dangerous, and he's the last person Maeve ever wanted to know her secret. Now that he does, he won't let it go. He's always a step ahead, pulling her closer with words that make her heart race and eyes that seem to see right through her. He doesn't just want to know her secrets; he wants her. And he doesn't feel one bit guilty about going after her, making their whole situation a dangerous and twisted game.