Baca The God Of Highschool

My younger son, who is seven, is bitten by a snake. I take him to my elder son's hospital to be treated. To my surprise, my elder son's girlfriend thinks I'm his mistress. Not only does she stop the medical personnel from treating my younger son, but she even slaps me. "My boyfriend and I are a perfect match. How dare you bring your illegitimate son here to challenge me!" She pins me to the floor as she pummels and harms me. She even screeches, "A slut like you will only stop going around seducing others once you're incapable of it!" I'm bruised, battered, and bleeding as I'm wheeled into the emergency room. My elder son handles the operation. His hand trembles as he clutches his scalpel, and he looks ashen. "Who did this to you, Mom?"

In the crumbling city of Newhaven, humanity cowers under the rule of wolves, and rebellion is about to ignite. Mira’s priority is protecting her younger brother Jace from his reckless defiance. Lucan, the wolf prince, feels the pressure of a kingdom on the brink of chaos. One fateful night during a protest, Mira and Lucan's paths collide, forming a bond that defies their worlds. She is a human rebel, and he is a wolf prince. Their lives are now linked in a perilous game. As war erupts, Mira must decide how far to go to protect her brother and the hope of freedom. Lucan faces a choice between his loyalty to the pack and the bond he cannot deny. Secrets emerge that could shatter or unite their worlds. Together, they must confront ancient truths, deadly enemies, and their own hearts. In a city of shadows and rebellion, will their bond save them or doom them?

He claimed her for revenge. He kept her for the sin. Isabella was stolen a beautiful, defiant prize taken as part of Alessandro De Luca's brutal revenge. Alessandro De Luca is a king among shadows, a ruthless Capo whose empire is built on blood, lies, and the ashes of his enemies. He is a man who takes what he wants, and what he wants now is retribution. His perfect pawn? Isabella the defiant, stunning daughter of the man who took everything from him. Dragged from her gilded cage and into his lavish, terrifying world, she is meant to be his trophy, his torment, and the ultimate symbol of his victory. But a pawn with fire in her veins is impossible to control. She is forbidden. Addictive. Dangerous. With every heated glance and accidental brush of skin, Isabella threatens to unravel the cold calculation in him, tearing down the walls of the devil he's become... or awakening something even darker. Their deadly game of ownership and defiance is quickly complicated by a new, more venomous threat: Alessandro’s twin brother. Twisted, obsessive, and hellbent on tearing his world apart, the only thing his brother craves more than Alessandro’s throne is the woman Alessandro has claimed. With enemies closing in on every side, the stakes are simple: Betrayal is certain. Survival is not. Desire is a trap that could kill them both.

The day before our wedding, my fiancé invites our family onto a cruise ship. He says he wants to test the authenticity of my feelings for him. He shoves my mother off the ship when the waves are at their choppiest. Then, he jumps into the water, too. I'm caught between a rock and a hard place. I panic, not knowing what to do. My mother had already choked on a lot of water, but she pushed me away weakly. She cried, "Save Adrian first! He can't swim!" However, after I drag Adrian Lawson onto land and go back for my mother, I find that she's already stopped breathing. Adrian watches me cry, his expression frosty. "Drop the act. Your mother was a swimmer when she was younger—how can she be dead? I can't believe you didn't save me first. "Vi is right—you don't love me enough. Our wedding is postponed. It'll happen only after you've reflected on your mistakes and I've received an apology from you and your mother." After that, he leaves while holding Vivian Sinclair's hand. He doesn't know that my mother can no longer swim after a major illness a few years back. He's shoved her to her death.

While I was nine months pregnant, the apple of my husband’s eye moved into our house. Whenever she saw me, she would make a sad face. My husband was sure that I was flaunting my pregnancy to make her angry. “Rachel is frail, and she can’t get pregnant, yet you’re walking around making her upset?! Do I seriously have to teach you a lesson?!” He ordered the bodyguards to lock me in the attic that had not been in use for a long time and told them not to give me food. I pleaded for mercy and told him that the ultrasound scan showed that the twin babies were too big. I told him that the doctor had claimed that I had to be hospitalized while I waited for my delivery. But he laughed as if he had heard the world’s greatest joke. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice. “You’re still three days away from your delivery date! Enough with the pitiful act! Repent while you’re in the attic! This is what you get for making Rachel upset!” The contractions hurt so much that I clenched my fists to the point that my nails broke, but no one unlocked the door to the attic. My piercing screams echoed in the attic for a long time until my whole body was soaked in blood, and one of my babies was stuck between my bloody legs. Three days later, my husband ate his breakfast that was not up to his taste and said, “Have Jane make breakfast for me, then have her apologize to Rachel with a gift. If she’s sincere enough, I’ll send her to the hospital to deliver the babies.” But no one dared go up to the attic because the blood that flowed down from it had already reached the second step of the stairs.

Abductors bind me in a basement, subjecting me to the torment of dozens. Meanwhile, my husband, Evan Foster, dines by candlelight with his lover, Carmen Locke. My abductors grant me one chance to call for help, and I dial Evan's number. I'm certain he will come for me. I believe Evan would give his life for me, as he once vowed that his future held no meaning without me. Clinging to hope, I call the number etched in my heart. However, Evan scolds me for interrupting their date. "You think I'll come get you? Dream on. Maybe I'll bother to collect your body if you die out there." His words crush me, and I do die. Five days later, Evan stands before the autopsy table, grimacing at the mangled remains before him. Even as the police department's finest forensic expert, having dissected thousands of bodies, he condemns the killer's brutality. Yet, despite his cold dismissal of my desperate plea over the phone, he now wears a look of pity. Evan, if you knew these fragments belonged to me, would you still find me worthy of your compassion?

Ia pikir ia hanya perlu melupakan masa lalunya dan menguatkan dirinya untuk masa depan. Hanya saja siapa yang bisa mengira jika masa depan bahkan tidak lebih baik dari masa lalu? Ketika Quinn harus memilih menjadi selir ke-sekian seorang bangsawan kejam, atau menjadi istri sang Jenderal berhati dingin dari masa lalunya.

Ryder Radstille, a young warrior from Khenealm is known for two things: his title as "The Roar" for his strength and the other for his ten-year long contract with his sigil partner named Raeya. But ever since their last war with the Shadows, he had been distancing his self from her as he was in the stage of healing from their losses. The Shadows took advantage of Ryder's dilemma and they keep on attempting to revive the wars. Ryder is faced with two things: to save the world; and to protect the one whom the whole world really means to him.

I stayed by William Gavin's side for three years and proposed to him three times. He rejected me each time. With a look of utter disdain, he said, "Every time I see that scar on Whitney Spencer's stomach, I remember the baby that died in there. It just makes me think she's dirty." The words pierced my heart like a knife. And yet, I still asked him to marry me a fourth time.

For five years, I thought our marriage was solid. Then, my husband, Lionel Franco’s first love, Sandra Howard, posted a photo of a property deed on her social media. The caption read: [Thank you, Lionel, for transferring the house to me.] I stared in disbelief and left a single comment: [WTF?] Lionel called within minutes. “She’s a struggling single mother. Transferring the house to her makes it easier for her son to get into school. It doesn’t affect where we live,” he snapped. “How can you be so lacking in compassion?” In the background, I heard her muffled sobs. Half an hour later, she tagged me in another post.  This time, she flaunted her Mercedes worth over a million dollars, with the caption: [Paid in full. As the saying goes, ‘Where a man spends his money, that's where his heart is’.] I knew he bought it to soothe her temper. But this time, I had enough. I decided to divorce him.