Bahasa Inggrisnya Kunci Ring

Azareel di buat pusing dengan semua kenyataan yang ada, semakin banyak pertanyaan yang ada di dalam pikirannya tentang dunia itu, namun tidak ada satu orang pun yang bisa menjawabnya, hingga. Lembaran kosong yang dibalik Aza mulai memancarkan cahaya biru yang sedikit demi sedikit membuat sebuah garis di atas kertas kosong. Aza semakin tidak percaya namun dia ditampar dengan keadaan yang saat ini berlangsung. Dia semakin tidak percaya lagi kalau yang di lihatnya adalah peta di kota tempat dia tinggal sekarang, melihat tanda bergambar kubus dengan berbagai macam warna.

Barbara selalu mendapatkan apa yang diinginkannya kecuali satu hal, kebebasan. Dia tidak boleh meninggalkan rumah sendirian tanpa ditemani oleh setidaknya salah satu orang tuanya. Seperti anak kecil. Di sisi lain, semuanya berubah setelah ia bertemu Saga yang mengaku sebagai vampir. Barbara adalah wolvire, persilangan antara perubah-serigala dan vampir. Namun, bukan itu yang membuatnya buruk. Dia memiliki darah suci yang diincar oleh beberapa orang yang berorientasi pada kejahatan. Salah satunya adalah Yang Terkutuk. Akankah Barbara berhasil melarikan diri atau bahkan bersembunyi? Akankah dia berhasil menjaga dirinya agar tidak dikendalikan oleh iblis untuk memanggil kegelapan? Suatu hari di sebuah kota di Indonesia, kekacauan melanda. Kegelapan menggantung di langit dan tampak berdenyar di udara. Apa yang salah? Apakah itu terkait dengan Barbara? Hadiah adalah hadiah. Apa yang membuatnya menjadi kutukan adalah keinginan manusia yang nyata akan kekuatan nan gelap. Berjuanglah, atau semuanya akan hancur.

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

A young woman falls for the young billionaire he works for as a maid. After being saved from a deadly car crash, a billionaire offers a young poor woman to work in his house as his maid but fate has other plans for them.

Three days before the wedding, the church called to inform me that my fiancé had changed the date. When I went to ask him why, I walked in on him throwing a bachelor party with his friends. "Samuel, this was the day Claire personally chose. Why would you suddenly change it?" someone asked. Samuel Gordon stubbed out his cigarette, looking utterly nonchalant. "Because that day happens to be Janet's birthday," he said. "I need to celebrate it with her." The room fell silent in shock. "Aren't you afraid Claire will find out and kill you? Have you forgotten what she did before?" At the mention of my name, Samuel gave an icy snort. "That was all in the past. Claire loves me to death now. She even took three bullets for me once, so how could she ever bring herself to hurt me?" I stood at the doorway, watching the snow fall behind me, and let out a long sigh. Five days later, he stood in an empty church, frantically calling my phone. "Did you forget? It's our wedding day!" "I didn't forget," I said. In another church, wearing a wedding gown, I was saying "I do" to another man.

It was our seventh anniversary. Christopher Quinton proposed to me with nothing but a ring pull. He got his true love a house. When I said no, he rebuked me like I was some sort of gold digger. "I thought my love for you was worth more than anything money could buy. I only got Rachel that house to pay her back for all she did for me. I can't believe you thought I still loved her. You disappoint me." I broke up with him and tossed the ring pull into the bin. Then, I walked off. The next day, Christopher took away my position as VP and told everyone he was getting engaged to Rachel. … Five years later, we ran into each other at a charity horserace. He was a successful businessman, and the woman beside him was Rachel, all dressed in custom-made clothes. I was dressed in janitor attire and stuffing plastic bottles into my woven bag. He mocked, "Look at you, Queenie Dean. Scavenging for a living. Bet you didn't see this coming when you ditched me, did you?" I ignored him. My son had run off, and I had to look for him. The boy noticed the plastic bottles that were strewn across the ground, and he insisted that we stay back to finish his social practice activity here.

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

After my 99th failed confession of love to Jim, my parents grounded me for two weeks. "You've embarrassed yourself enough over that illegitimate son from the Larson family," they snapped. "Has he ever even spared you a proper glance?" "Stay home and reflect. We've already arranged your marriage to the Shaw family. The wedding will be in two weeks." However, I didn’t give up. I was so determined to see Jim, no matter what. Only to walk in on him locked in a deep kiss with his precious first love in a private room. "Jim, you really know how to play," one of his friends laughed. "If the Cunningham family's heiress catches you like this, she'll probably lose her mind again." "Seriously, you've turned Ella down so many times, and now that she's grounded, you haven't even sent her a message. Aren't you afraid she'll finally give up on you?" Jim just scoffed with disdain and said calmly, "What's there to be afraid of? Everyone in the capital knows Ella is obsessed with me. Who else would want her but me?" "If I hadn't needed her to get back into the Larson family, I never would've postponed my engagement to Rowena in the first place."

-Di saat kebohongan itu berbahaya, mengancam segala apa yang kamu miliki sekarang-Naufal Richard Smith. Begitu nama lengkap dari seorang aktor yang disapa Falri. Namanya menjulang tinggi di dunia perfilm-an. Selain good looking, Falri dikenal sebagai aktor good attitude. Semua orang mengidolakannya.Ada satu hal yang tidak diketahui penggemarnya sampai saat ini. Kesalahan fatal yang dilakukan Falri di masa SMP bersama Jeslyn, kekasih cinta monyetnya. Kesalahan yang mengakibatkan dirinya diusir dari rumahnya sendiri, dan harus luntang-lantung di jalanan sebelum menjadi aktor sukses.Di saat kebohongan terbongkar. Kesuksesannya langsung mencuat turun. Tidak ada lagi sang penggemar. Tidak ada lagi kerjasama kontrak kerja. Tidak ada lagi yang menemaninya.Ini semua gara-gara dia!