Apa Itu Pace

What in this world can be darker than night?? 🖤🖤 🖤🖤 🖤🖤 🖤🖤 🖤🖤 🖤🖤 🖤 She takes three slow steps towards us and looks up to him right in the eyes... "You are Kolawole David Dolapo. My son! the heir to the House of Davies." she darts her eyes to me then back to him "And you will not settle for less!!" I was bitter and awestruck, speechless at the same time. I couldn't cry anymore, my tears already vain. He grits his teeth and folds his fists tighter "Mom I can't believe you are saying this" he yells "Do not walk out on me Kola" she says knowing that's the next thing he was going to do. He takes my hand and turn to leave "if you take one more step with that girl, consider yourself as not my son anymore Kola" she yelled through. He stopped in his pace without turning back "I never took you as a mom anyways, you never treated me as one" he says and heads back to his car. I could hear his mom breakdown behind us.

I sold out a mafia boss. A girl in debt, a mafia boss and a golden cop. Please this story starts off at a fast pace, but then it slows down to capture every scene I feel needed to be captured. But after that, it goes really fast I promise you. Lana Denver is a secret undercover girl for an FBI agent Charles Gregory. She owes him her life so in return, she decides to be his secret undercover girl, receiving crucial and vital information from criminals through her body, betraying them and even selling them out. She’s been doing this for years, making Charles the golden Cop, everyone thinks he’s such a genius, for always solving cases and gaining outrageous leads. Lana has been under the protection of Charles until he gives her another job, that is to get information from a deadly man known as Ricardo Borrelli. Lana never knew Ricardo is a ruthless mafia boss. With her wonderful body, she gets information out of Ricardo and when she does, after a night well spent, she slips out the next day and sells him out to Charles. In seconds, Charles had police swarm in, warranting an arrest for him and his gang. Ricardo knows the snitch couldn’t be none other than Lana and he swears to track her down and make her pay. But Charles protection over Lana is so strong or so she thought…

Camilla George is a young singer at a local bar, who has everything going for her at her pace, but her life took a huge turn when she bumped into her doppelganger in a mall one day, but only if that was all. She was proposed to marry her fiance. How could she marry the fiance of a girl, who looked just like her? How was she supposed to cope? Did you think she was going to agree to the setup? EXCERPT: “Why are you messing around with me? Your job is just look pretty, and be my wife!” the cold man rumbled while glaring at Camilla, and a heavy sigh escaped her lips. “And that is what I have been doing, Mr. Sanders!” she rattled, but the man hissed, not believing it. “No, you have been doing more. You had been seducing me, and snugging into my mind!” he accused. “Was that a bad thing? So did you mean I should go away?” Camilla asked, meeting the man's fiery gaze, and she sucked in air when the man's hot palm touched her back. “No, even if you do, I am going to find you with my last breath, because you need to take responsibility for me,” he says. “So what happened to the no falling in love rule,” Camilla asked with a solemn look. “Trash it!” he says, crashing his lips on hers.

For three years, I played the role of a dutiful wife to my husband, Williams, until I found out I was just a mere substitute for his first love— the woman he truly loved.  When she returned, he threw divorce papers at me as if I meant nothing.  And when I refused to sign them, I was forced to donate my blood to his precious mistress, causing me to lose a child I never even knew I was carrying. Shattered and broken, I walked away with one purpose— avenging the death of my unborn child.  He realised his mistake, but it was too late. I was no longer his substitute, but a future he'll never touch.  “You were right, Williams. I was a substitute you never deserved.” 

It had been four years since Alice Pricilla Oliver and Morgan Alexander got married, but there was no love between them. Morgan used to be very kind and always adored Alice, but he never touched her even though they slept in the same bed. On their fourth wedding anniversary, Morgan brought another woman to their home, he gave Alice divorce papers. No one knew that Alice and Morgan were married for these four years as their marriage was kept a secret. Alice found out that she was just a surrogate wife who was not loved by her husband. Actually, Morgan married Alice because she received a donor heart from Morgan's fiancée who passed away 5 years ago. Will Morgan ever return to Alice?

Bridget's lips curled slightly into a satisfied smirk. “We’ll see. Start the car and drive me to the city.” “Yes, ma’am,” Hans said as he opened the passenger door for her. As the car pulled out of the mansion’s long driveway, Bridget couldn’t help but notice Hans's composure. His movements were precise, his demeanor calm. “You drive well,” she remarked. “Thank you, ma’am,” Hans replied without breaking his focus on the road. Bridget tilted her head, studying him. “Why become a driver?” she asked suddenly. Hans hesitated for a moment. “Personal reasons, ma’am.” “Hmm. You’re full of secrets, aren’t you?” Bridget teased, though her tone carried genuine curiosity. Somehow, she wanted to know the deepest of the deepest of his driver. That's how it works for her. Maybe. Before Hans could reply, she noticed a black SUV trailing close behind them. Her instincts, sharp as ever, kicked in. “Hans, speed up,” she commanded. “We’re being followed.” “Yes, ma’am,” Hans said, immediately accelerating, maintaining his composed demeanor, and his expertise in driving. The black SUV matched their pace, confirming Bridget's suspicion. “Lose them,” she ordered, gripping her seatbelt. Hans’s hands moved deftly across the wheel, taking sharp turns and expertly navigating the highway. Bridget watched in amazement, realizing he was no ordinary driver. “Who are you, really?” she asked, her voice low and filled with intrigue. “Just your driver, ma’am,” Hans replied with a faint smile.

Pada hari itu, saat orang tua dan saudara perempuanku masih bekerja di luar negeri memberitahuku tiba-tiba bahwa aku adalah generasi kedua dari keturunan orang kaya dengan kekayaan trilyunan dolar!Gerald Crawford : Aku adalah keturunan kedua orang kaya?

“Mulai sekarang, semua biaya patungan. Mau itu biaya hidup, cicilan KPR, cicilan mobil, semuanya patungan! Adikmu tinggal di rumah kita. Minta dia bayar setengah. Apa gunanya memberi kita 4 juta sebulan? Apa bedanya itu dengan makan dan tidur gratis?”

Delotta (22 tahun) yang baru lulus kuliah menjalani magang pertamanya di salah satu perusahaan multinasional. Tanpa dia duga ternyata direktur perusahaan tersebut adalah Daniel Jagland, pria tampan yang tanpa sengaja dia temui di sebuah kamar tanpa busana ketika dia nyasar mencari jalan keluar di sebuah pesta. Yang lebih tidak menyangka Daniel Jagland yang dia kira berumur 30an ternyata seumuran sang papa (Ricko) dan mereka adalah teman akrab. Ricko sengaja menitipkan Delotta untuk bekerja di perusahaan Daniel. Sikap dan kebaikan Daniel pada Delotta selama dia bekerja membuat hati Delotta terombang-ambing. Dia mulai gelisah jika berada di dekat pria matang yang masih betah melajang itu. Hingga dia menyadari dirinya telah terjerat pesona teman papanya itu. Apakah Daniel akan menyambut perasaan Delotta, gadis yang jarak usianya terpaut 25 tahun dengannya?

Sinopsis: Kebiadaban yang dilakukan oleh gerombolan La Afi Sangia kian merajalela. Terakhir mereka membantai penduduk Desa Tanaru dan galaranya (kepala desa) secara sangat biadab, dan desa dibumihanguskan. Sebagian rakyat desa ikut hangus bersama rumah-rumah mereka. “Akan kubesarkan dan kugembleng bayi titisan ini menjadi seorang pendekar besar. Biarlah kelak dia sendiri yang akan menuntut balas atas kematian kedua orang tua dan semua warga desanya,” ucap Dato Hongli dengan suara bergetar karena menanggung gelombang amarah yang membahana dalam dadanya terhadap gerombolan durjananya La Afi Sangia. Sang mantan jenderal perang Kekaisaran Dinasti Ming (Ming Chao) yang sudah berusia hampir setengah abad itu berjongkok dan mengangkat tubuh sang bayi. “Akan kuberi kau nama La Mudu, si yang terbakar,” ucapnya dengan suara setengah bergumam kepada si bayi, sebelum ia mengangkat tubuh bayi tinggi-tinggi dengan kedua tangannya sembari berseru dengan suara membahana, “Aku bersumpah untuk menggembleng dia menjadi seorang pendekar besar yang akan menumpas segala bentuk kedzoliaman di atas jagat raya ini…!! Wahai Dewata Agung….kabulkan keinginanku ini….!! Kabulkan…wahai…Dewata Aguuung….!!” Dewata Agung tentu mendengar permohonannya dan seolah jagat raya pun ikut mengamini. Cahaya petir menghiasa angkasa lalu disusul oleh suara gemuruh guntur yang bersahut-sahutan. Tak lama kemudian hujan deras turun mengguyur bumi yang nestapa. Tangis sang bayi malang, La Mudu, tiba-tiba pecah. Suara tangisannya yang di tengah perkampungan senyap yang telah menjadi ladang pembantaian keji membuat perasaan Dato Hongli tersayat pilu. Jenderal Hongli atau Dato Hongli yang di negeri asalnya tenar dengan julukan Wu Ying Jianke (Pendekar Tanpa Bayangan) dari Nanjing segera meninggalkan bekas Desa Tanaru, bergerak ke arah barat derngan gerakan lari yang amat cepat.