Arti Waiting List

Lia Carver was a very optimistic person. So optimistic that she considered a contract marriage as a chance to earn money in billions. Aster Brooks, her contact husband is a billionaire CEO, with wealth beyond her imagination. He hires her to be his contract wife for two years. Aster falls for her even before he knew her and he is waiting for her to accept him. He cares for her and they form a very impressive team. But soon, Lia starts to like him despite their differences. She has every aspect of her life intertwined with his. It doesn't take long for her to understand that this contract was the beginning of her love and also the end. Aster is constantly followed by an enemy who wants his family dead. And Lia gets caught in the web of lies, love, and deception of the previous generations. Their budding love is threatened by the deaths of their family members. Will she still continue to be with him or break away? Will their love withstand the challenges fate has stored for them? And the contract stands between them. What will happen when they terminate the contract? Will they be together? Or become strangers.

My daughter has a sudden allergic reaction, and my husband, an expert in these things, is the only one who can save her. I call him at this critical juncture, but his childhood sweetheart is the one who answers. "Clinton is busy. He wants me to tell you not to call him if it's not important." There's no time for me to get mad. I say anxiously, "Tell him to come to the hospital now. Ivy has had an allergic reaction and is waiting for him to save her." Clinton Reeves says impatiently, "Gemma and I are just watching a soccer match. Do you have to joke around with Ivy's life? I'm so disappointed in you." Later, Ivy dies in the hospital, her body covered in rashes. I wipe my tears and call Clinton once more. I say icily, "Let's get a divorce." The first thing I hear is his and Gemma Walken's laughter. After a while, he says, "Sure, but Ivy is mine."

"We can't be together if I am still alive..." "No... Please, don't do that..." ------------------------------- Ria, a freshmen in college, need to find a new place for her to stay and she just found a perfect one. A big house in the center of the town, just as she need it. Moreover the price is cheaper than she thought it would be! Later she found out that she was not the only one who lived in that house. Someone was already there for years. Alone... Waiting for anyone that can help him to find out... How did he really dead that day.... Aside from helping the ghost, apparently he also helping her to fill her lonely heart, Protect her fragile self... He, who is no longer alive understand her feelings better than one who is still breathing... How can a ghost and a human be together? Shall the other one have to leave this world too?

Every Thanksgiving, my husband, Salvatore, brings home a showgirl from one of his clubs. He makes me kneel and serve them drinks. A lesson, he calls it, in how to please a man. This was the eighth Thanksgiving, and this time, he brought back a girl poured into a tight leather dress. "She doesn't have any decent jewelry," Salvatore announced. "Give her your heirloom diamond ring. Your grandmother's pearl earrings, too. And take off that silk choker for her." He smirked. "And listen, she's young, doesn't know the rules. You'll have to show her the ropes. Especially how to handle a man in bed." Every member of the Genovese family was watching, waiting for my humiliation. I didn't disappoint. I opened my mouth and asked Salvatore for a divorce. Salvatore let out a sharp, ugly laugh, his eyes full of contempt. "Francesca, you pull this same shit every time," he jeered. "Your act is pathetic. Even more dramatic than your performance in bed." He leaned in. "You really want to divorce me? Fine. I'll give you five million in cash if you actually walk out that door." The living room erupted in laughter. They all said I was playing hard to get, that I didn't know my place. But they didn't know. This was the 88th time I had asked for a divorce, and it was the first time I truly meant it.

The death of her husband broke Farrah in many ways, yet this peculiar ghost calls from her dead husband seems to arouse hope inside of her, making her think that her husband, whom everyone treated as dead, might be alive somewhere waiting for her rescue. Thus, she began her journey in search for her missing spouse—she did succeed—but what she didn't expect was that he became not only a zombie, but a zombie monarch. Can love between a human and a creature hated by many survive all of the hurdles thrown at them by fate and humans alike? *** SET IN MID-APOCALYPSE.

I had been with Lars Carter for six years. The head of Midas Capital in Eastwind City, he was a rising star in Riverton's Silver Street—the heart of this nation's financial world. Few knew his true roots. Within him flowed the Vitalus bloodline. Lars descended from an old mafia clan from the city of Virgil in Vitalus, the Viktors. Midas Capital was ours. We built it from the ground up together; Lars would haunt private clubs, ironing out business deals amid drinks. I would stay by his side, doing the accounts, steering the direction of the negotiations, and memorizing every detail of the high-stakes contracts. We did everything together—a tight team. Or so I thought. In my naivete, I was convinced I would rule the city alongside him. The woman behind the man, so to speak. …Until Pearl Ross arrived two months ago. His childhood sweetheart moved from Virgil to Eastwind City. It was then that I knew—she was the one he was waiting for all along. It had always been her. "Lars, I want to get married." Lars' face tightened; hesitation veiled in businesslike concern. "Bianca, you know the company's at a critical stage… We're mid-fundraising. I can't right now." I smiled, calm and composed. "That's fine." He misunderstood. I was getting married—just not to him.

“You think coming here and apologizing solves it? Do you think it’s going to ease my pain? The pain you inflicted on me?” I yelled at him, my chest burning with all the pent up anger, waiting to be unleashed. Ashton reached out to touch me, but I slapped his hand away. Hurt flashed in his eyes, but I couldn’t care less. “I’m sorry, Helen. I promise to do better. Please, give me a second chance.” I scoffed. What a joke! “We are divorced, Ashton.” Ashton shook his head as if willing himself not to believe what I was saying. “I never sent you divorce papers, Hel. And…” he trailed off while I stared at him with creased brows. “We aren’t divorced. I never signed my part.” ***** For three years, Helen tried to be the perfect wife despite being labeled as incompetent, barren and worthless. She put up with her husband’s ignorance and mother-in-law’s insults for the sake of maintaining peace and keeping her marriage. But what she didn’t expect was a video of her husband in bed with his secretary on Christmas Eve when she planned to break the news of her pregnancy to him. And worse — His secretary threw a divorce paper which her husband had drafted at her face and asked her to beat it. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she left and returned six years later with dashing triplets. But what she didn’t expect was her husband wanting her back. As if that wasn’t enough, she was about to find out that there was more to what happened six years ago, and everything she thought she knew…were all lies. Will the holiday spirit be enough to bring them together again?

They met, they fought, they got married. Both of them had sworn to never see each other's face on their first meeting, on their second meeting their marriage was being fixed. Jennifer Wingsley, a twenty three years old girl who was waiting for only one thing in her life, true love. Christian Brown, a devil with handsome face. Words like love and marriage never existed in his twenty six years of life. Pure hatred was what they felt for each other since the first time they met. Bound into an arranged marriage, how will they survive under the same roof?? Chaos is bound to happen with these two totally opposite persons tied to each other for lifelong. Will the hate change into love?? Will they survive this marriage or end up killing each other?? Join in the journey of Christian and Jennifer.

Chris Angeles. A man whose dream is to protect and serve. But evil is always lurking in the dark. Waiting, biding its time. Finding the perfect opportunity to attack. Can Chris fulfill his dreams of protecting the people of his town? What if his dreams cost something greater? Can the life of a detective have semblance of a normal, happy life? Or will it always include chaos, murder ,and bloodshed?

My flight was suddenly canceled, so I dragged my suitcase back home. As soon as I stepped inside, I saw torn black stockings scattered on the floor. This was the eighth time Simon Jones had brought a different woman home. The sound of running water and a young woman’s laughter echoed from the bathroom. I didn’t cry or make a scene. Instead, I sat quietly on the couch, waiting for them to finish. Everyone assumed I would continue being Simon’s devoted fool like before. But no one knew that the man I truly loved had returned. After tonight, Simon, the stand-in, would be discarded.