Another Word For Done

Reborn as the long-lost Rogers heir, missing for fifteen years, I avoided every chance to bond with my two brothers in this family. When they tossed me Vivi’s discarded, ill-fitting gown for the family gala, I smiled and put it on. When they sent Vivi to get an elite education while ordering me to scrub the utility room, I picked up the mop without a word. When they let Vivi chase love and dumped her rejected suitor on me, I didn’t fight. I accepted her leftovers with a calm nod. This was all because in my past life, I had spent my entire life desperate for my brothers' approval, only to end up despised by everyone for it. When I died in the crossfire of a gangland shootout, my own son pushed my body away in disgust. "Mom, did you really waste your whole life on such a petty fight with Aunt Vivi? Dying for the family would have been a more dignified end. At least then you wouldn't have disgraced our name." I left this world filled with resentment, only to open my eyes and find myself back at the moment I first set foot in the Rogers estate. This time, I'm done fighting. The power, the name, the honor. I'm letting them have it all. I’ve already been accepted into a closed-door medical project. Soon they will never see me again.

Kevin and Joy live their life for almost 7 years in the orphanage. Both of them dreamed about having parents to give them a good life and to explore the outside world. Sooner, they got adopted and lives with their life separately. Will, they encounter love in another life?

Setelah mengetahui kalau dirinya hanya diperalat dan diselingkuhi oleh kekasih yang sudah bersama selama sembilan tahun, Eca pergi ke kelab malam untuk melebur kesedihannya hingga tak sadar telah menghabiskan malam bersama seorang pemuda. Setelah malam itu, Eca kembali mendapatkan masalah karena harus bertanggungjawab karena ternyata pria itu adalah anggota dewan di Kota nya yang sangat populer karena juga merupakan putra tunggal dari Gubernur.

Art Theodore Dela Cuesta, the charismatic and politically ambitious bachelor, seems to have it all—looks, charm, and a prominent political career. However, his seemingly perfect life takes an unexpected turn when he crosses paths with Amari Vann, a casino dealer desperate for a way out of her troubled existence. Their worlds collide in a passionate night that leaves both questioning the trajectory of their lives. Amari, longing for a savior, sees Art as her knight in shining armor. As their lives become intertwined, the question arises: will their connection blossom into a fairytale-like love story, or is it destined to become just another scandal? 'Just Another Scandal' explores the complexities of love, societal expectations, and the clash between two worlds as Art and Amari navigate the challenges that threaten to either strengthen their bond or expose the fragility of their connection in the harsh spotlight of public scrutiny.

Celine often experiences heartbreak. The pain she experienced taught her not to open her heart easily to men. She prefers to live alone even though she must endure the pain whenever people question her about when to get married. When the figure of Zack, who also has the same past wounds, comes into her life, Celine becomes in a dilemma. Should she maintain her principle of being alone or try to give both of them a chance to heal each other's wounds and create a feeling called love? It is a story about the self-healing of a woman who struggles to overcome her past trauma and finally meets her true partner wonderfully.

"You'll be a good girl for me, won't you? "he adds, his eyes darting across my face as he pushes himself further into me. All the will I had to question what had suddenly changed has left me. He was all that mattered.  Something deep in my soul told me that tonight wasn't our typical adventure.  He was aware that our days were numbered, even if I had no intentions of stopping our secret affair. This sent flutters through my stomach as he pulled out and slammed back into me. I would be married to another in just a few short months, but tonight would be burned into my brain forever. Annora is the heir to the Fae Throne. Her mother died at birth, and her father became ill when she was a teenager. As a result, her father has created a tournament in which Fae leaders he deems worthy must undergo challenges to win his daughter's heart and the throne alongside her. The problem is that Annora has already fallen in love with another—a forbidden love with a man who eventually becomes her stepbrother, making things all the more complicated in a world that she is already lost in. As the kingdom begins to crumple and hearts tangle, can Annora find the strength to be true to herself, her heritage, and her fated mate?

While I've been unconscious for 12 days after getting into a car crash, I end up spending 12 years wandering in my dreams. In my dreams, I play the role as the fake mafia principessa. I've committed all atrocious crimes for the sake of my lover, Marcello Gallo, only for him to expose me in front of everyone on our wedding day. In the end, I freeze to death on the streets. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Marcello brings the real principessa, Viviana Sabato, home. He's still gazing at me as sincerely as he did in the past. But I know that in the future, he will cross his fingers while making our vows before the priest. Even if I have to go through everything one more time, I know that I must give up on Marcello no matter how genuine his feelings are for me right now.

Nineteen years ago, a prophecy appeared in the land of Calla Empire. "The day has come. The Goblin's Bride will be born. The Goblin will rise again." Mothers who were pregnant were f*rced to abort their unborn children. The Queen who was bearing the King's sole heiress was left with no other choice but to escape and run away from the Empire. Amara Fairoza turned into a lovely little girl. She was loved by the people of the woods and was always been a fan of folklores. "My children, do you want to know a secret?" said by an old woman when Amara was seventeen. "It was the Royal family who cursed the people. They were the ones who spread the disease and blame it to the Goblin. They took the Goblin and locked him under the palace. The Goblin's trapped into a deep sleep. A spell was casted by a witch and no one could wake him except for the kiss of his bride." She didn't have any idea back then that she was the lost queen of the empire and the Goblin's bride.

I have tried to persuade my wife, Sandra Kimmel, to go to AnthoNIX's music concert with me 99 times now. On the 100th attempt, Sandra finally agrees to go with me. She then buys us two front row tickets. But during the concert, I am stopped outside the venue by the guards because I didn't have my ticket on me. I am then left standing there all alone, immaculately dressed as I am. None of my calls manage to go through to Sandra, not even when the concert comes to an end. News of Sandra and her sidepiece attending the concert and asking AnthoNIX to perform his hit song 'Night Blossom' then starts trending online. My heart shatters into a million pieces. I begin mourning the loss of my marriage.

I used to be a top ballet dancer. The year I was diagnosed with a spinal hemangioma, my boyfriend Julian Blackwood said, "Wherever you go, I go." We'd been together three years. He walked beside me as I went, step by step, from the most luminous dancer on that stage to a woman in a wheelchair. Every time the nerve pain hit and I collapsed, he was the one who lifted me off the floor. Every round of electrostim and acupuncture, he sat in the corridor outside the therapy room and waited for me to come out. Before I got sick, he promised me—the night I finished my final performance of Swan Lake, we'd sign the marriage license. He'd bought tickets for that show three months in advance. I never stood on that stage again. And the marriage license never came up. Until the morning I noticed the collar of his white dress shirt carried a smudge of lipstick that wasn't mine. I heard him on the balcony. A woman's voice on the other end. "Mr. Blackwood, you left your jacket at the hotel last night. I'll bring it over." I stared at that smear of red, and something in me snapped. I laughed. "Send me to Westbrook. The locked-down rehab facility. I don't want to drag you down anymore." Something flickered in his eyes—a brief, animal panic. Then he nodded. He thought I meant rest. He didn't know I'd already signed the papers to donate my body to science. I was going there to die.