Allah Always With Us

Our family is planning a ski trip at a luxury resort. However, my mother gives my snow-view room to my adoptive sister and makes me, her biological daughter, stay in the storage room. I'm about to protest when my father and brother accuse me of being selfish. "We've always given Madie the best of everything; she won't be able to sleep in any other room." "Madie is our family—she's the one who's lived with us this whole time. We're a family, so we have to stay together." I'm the one who shares their blood, yet they consider me an outsider. If that's the case, they can go on vacation without me. I board a cruise and travel the world for a month without ever going home. That's when they panic.

I never met my real father. Living in a small werewolf community, there were always rumors. But I never really paid much attention. I only listened to what my mother said about him and she never talking about him. So I assumed that it was something painful and I accepted that and left it alone. Being a single teenage mother, she was shunned by the rest of the pack but she wasn't sent out to be Rogue. She managed to finish school, go to college and become a Doctor. She is one of the most highly respected professions but they still treat us like vermin. So when I started getting in numerous fights at school my mother decided it was time to pack up and leave. Go to a new pack and start fresh. And that's where my story begins.

"Mom, Dad. I've changed my mind. I'm willing to go back to Bimern and marry Mr. Coleman, even if he's in a coma." I keep it a secret from Frederick Kirby, my boyfriend of seven years. I'm going ahead and arranging a wedding with someone else. Lennon Downey, Frederick and I grew up together. I had fallen in love with Frederick when I was a teenager, while Lennon was always like an older brother to me. We are close, and we've always been that way. That is, until the three of us went on a trip and got caught in a flash flood. Florence Cooper, the fake heiress, stole the credit for saving their lives and even lied that I left them behind to save myself. Since then, they've taken her side in everything. They've even hurt me for her. I cried, fought, and tried to explain over and over again. I thought that they would see her for who she really is one day. However, they never did. All I got in return was betrayal, again and again. I'm done. I just want to leave. I want to disappear from their lives and never, ever see them again.

‘‘Because I like you!! I didn't want you to leave! I didn't wanted us to end like that! But you…YOU JUST LEFT WITHOUT TELLING ME.’’ Aaron shouted and looked at Valencia. ‘‘YOU ALWAYS LEAVE ME BEHIND! YOU ALWAYS LEAVE WITHOUT TELLING ME!! YOU JUST DID THAT IN THE MORNING.’’ He shouted. ‘‘I know we had problems between us at that time but you could have just said it to me that you're leaving but you didn't!! You left me.’’ He said, but she was still sitting comfortably and looking at me. ‘‘I was attracted to you!! I liked you and I know that I unknowingly hurted you when I remind you of your mother. But I also said sorry about that to you and your mother.’’ He just let it out, he said everything. ********** “YOU BETRAY ME!!” Valencia shouted at Aaron.  “You dare to betray me while living under my roof!! How dare you do that?” She picked up the vase and threw it on the ground, in front of him.  “I…I didn't betray you!! I never wanted to do something like this?” Aaron stutters, his eyes moisten, as he sees the hatred in her eyes for him. “But you still did!? You choose to go against me!!” She said, feeling disgusted by looking at him. “Valencia! I swear I didn't— Please don't hate me!!” Aaron begged.  “Please don't chase me away from you!!” He fell on his knees, on the broken pieces of vase and bleeding on her floor. “I believed you. But you broke my trust!! Now leave my house and never show me your face.” She snapped, turned back and left from there. She left him bleeding in her house, with a broken trust and heart. The heart, she believes she doesn't have.

I dated my younger brother’s best friend, Dylan Lane, for three years. More than once, he told me how much he loathed arranged marriages and how he hated being chained by family interests. However, one night, after another bout of indulgence, he wrapped his arms around me and begged me sweetly to design a wedding ring for his fiancée—someone he had never even met. The smile froze on my face, yet he just said indifferently, “Aren’t people like us all destined to marry for our families' benefit?” Seeing the blood drain from my face, he even chuckled. “Vee, don’t you tell me you're still as naïve as a 20-year-old girl, thinking I would ever marry you? At most, we're just… pillow friends." Later, I agreed to the marriage my family had arranged for me. Dylan showed up on my wedding day, disheveled and red-eyed. He fell to his knees and begged me not to leave. I stood beside my new husband, hand in hand, and smiled faintly as I chuckled. “Didn’t you say people like us were born for arranged marriages? I’m simply doing what you always wanted me to do. Shouldn’t you be happy?”

“It’s our anniversary today. I planned our day together,” I declare. “I have work to do,” “But I asked your PA to clear your schedule for the day,” “That’s the thing. You made plans behind my back without talking to me about it first, Ariel,” He then walks past me and walks out of the closet. “I thought I was doing something nice for you – for us at least. You have always worked so hard, so at least take this day off with me. We never got to celebrate our wedding anniversary,” I rebuke. He decides not to say anything. He opens his bag on the couch facing our bed and takes out a white A4 envelope, tossing it on the little table in the middle of our room. “Is it so hard for you to read the room all the time? How would you celebrate a wedding anniversary when there is no love between us? Are you not tired of all this pretence because I am!" He chastises. "That’s for you. Sign it so that we can get it over and done with,” With that said, he puts on his black sunglasses and walks out of the room. Only then do I breathe out the air I didn’t even know I was holding. I’m confused and, most of all, hurt. I didn’t see this coming. I drop my eyes on the envelope with bold printed letters of the name of the law firm our lawyer works at.

We're celebrating my son, Baby Selwyn, turning a month old. I'm walking past the pool with him in my arms when someone shoves me from behind. Colin Selwyn jumps into the pool like a madman. He saves us and immediately rushes us to the hospital. Baby Selwyn makes it out alive because of the timely rescue. When I open my eyes again, Baby Selwyn and Colin aren't by my side. I sit up while coughing and remove the needle inserted into my hand. I leave the hospital room and head for the pediatric department, wanting to see Baby Selwyn. However, as I walk past the emergency room, I hear Colin talking to a doctor. "We managed to save the child from drowning, Mr. Selwyn. Why has he now died of asphyxiation?" "I smothered him. Per the plan, he was never supposed to make it out alive!" "But why? He's your son!" "I promised Sandy that I would make our child the Selwyn family's sole heir. Lucille should never have given birth to Baby Selwyn." Colin's tone is gentle and calm, yet his words are cold and cruel. I've always thought I had a loving marriage, but it's just a joke! I've already lost my beloved son, and my heartless husband is the one behind his death. I don't want him anymore!

Aaron, an FBI agent, pretended to be a driver to obtain evidence against Hilaire Clinton, accused of money laundering. He had planned everything except one thing: to fall under the spell of his daughter who would become an obsession for him. “Fuck me.” “No.” “Why?” “You are my boss's daughter.” Each has his little hidden secrets, his regrets, his moments of panic, his desires, his wounded hearts and his broken souls. Many people come in and out of our lives, some leave us scars, regrets and others leave us good memories. We live in a world where sex reigns, love almost disappears, a world where it is better to imagine or invent a life, a world where lies have taken over but whatever we do the truth will always be there and will burst at an unexpected moment. Hilary Clinton had just blown out her eighteen candles when the idea of discovering the effects of sex crossed her mind, she fantasized about the new driver, the latter, being a secret agent, had integrated into the Clintons' house in order to obtain evidence against the daughter's father who will become an obsession for him. Lost between work and envy, Aaron could no longer back down unfortunately. “Fuck me.”She told him in a breath. “No.” “Why?” “You are my boss's daughter.” Will he resist for a long time?

KISAH NYATA "Allah menciptakan pasanganmu dari jenis-jenismu sendiri" Arlesa Dirhantara, seorang pangeran dari Kerajaan Wandara yang tak kasat mata berada di Sulawesi Tengah. Arlesa memberanikan diri melancong ke dunia manusia hanya untuk menemui gadis yang selama lima belas tahun memenjarakan hatinya. Dia Maysa Putri, gadis yang bertaruh dengan berbagai polemik kehidupan, berujung pada putus asa bercinta membawanya menjatuhkan hati pada Arlesa sosok jin muslim yang sebagian berdarah manusia. Tak ada yang salah pada cintanya, hanya saja mereka akan di hadapkan pada dua pilihan. Pilih cinta atau takut aturan Tuhan? Kisah cinta ini akan menantang logika yang berpacu dengan kehidupan metafisik yang banyak meragukan keberadaannya.

I was dying of kidney failure. Henry Colombo—the ruthless Mafia heir who once swore he’d burn the world to keep me alive— found me a donor. But the price… was her. Susan Miller, the woman who’d always lingered between us, smiled as she set her terms: “Be mine for one month. Pretend you love me—and I’ll save her life.” He agreed. He said it was just to save me. But every lie, every kiss, every photo she posted online was another nail in my coffin. Each time the surgery drew near, she invented a new delay—a fever, a nightmare, a tender bruise. And Henry believed her. He always believed her. The night my heart flatlined on the operating table, he was across the city, feeding her grapes under candlelight, whispering her name—the name of the woman who had let me die. When he finally learned the truth—that every tear she shed was rehearsed, every promise she made was poison— he destroyed everything. Her lies. Her wealth. Her family name. His own empire. But none of it brought me back.