Basketball A Love

Namaku Claretta Elvina, mahasiswa semester akhir di Kota Banjarbaru. Tak pernah terbayang olehku, mendapatkan pengalaman aneh setelah selesai mengikuti kegiatan Kuliah Kerja Nyata (KKN) di Pulau Laut. Dalam perjalanan pulang ke Banjarbaru, aku tersesat di sebuah kota yang tak kasat mata, tapi kota itu diyakini keberadaannya oleh masyarakat sekitar. Di sana, aku ditolong oleh seorang dokter muda yang tampan bernama Ansel. Di satu sisi, aku sangat merindukan keluargaku dan Nathan, sahabat baikku.Namun di sisi lain, aku tak rela berpisah dengan pria yang telah berhasil mencuri hatiku. Saat perasaan hatiku sedang terombang-ambing, mendadak aku kembali ke Banjarbaru, kembali lagi ke kehidupanku yang sebelumnya. Apa yang harus kulakukan? Haruskah aku kembali mencari dan memecahkan misteri kota yang hilang itu demi bertemu kembali dengan cinta sejatiku? Atau haruskah aku melanjutkan hidupku dan melupakan Ansel untuk selamanya?

Financial reporter Zoey, known for her pride and icy beauty, and with a formidable business acumen, finds herself at the center of a scandal on the very day she and financial tycoon Barlen are to get their marriage license. An insider exposes her, claiming that she loves only Barlen's wealth and that their marriage is merely a product of her exquisite acting skills. Unaware of the brewing storm, Zoey and Barlen are in the midst of obtaining their license when the news breaks. Barlen, upon reading the revelations, 'borrows' Zoey's phone and promptly turns it off, facing the onslaught of public opinion with firm evidence in hand. Surrounded by media reporters, Barlen is bombarded with questions about his perspective on the scandal. He deliberately twists the narrative: "My wife, she doesn't just love my money. Could she possibly love someone else's?" The reporters press on, clarifying their query: "Do you mean she only loves money, not you as a person?" Barlen remains composed: "She loves my money, and I love her as a person. Is there a problem with that?" In a single sentence: He redeems her with all his love and warmth. How could I not be enamored with someone like you?

He promised to protect him from a killer. He never said he was one. When journalist Ian Parker witnesses a brutal murder, he should have been the killer's next victim. Instead, he wakes up in the hospital, saved by Zhedya Hunter…a brilliant forensic pathologist, a reclusive CEO, and a man with chilling grey eyes that feel hauntingly familiar. Charismatic and dangerously possessive, Zhedya offers Ian shelter in his opulent penthouse, a gilded cage where every comfort is a chain. As Zhedya's obsession deepens, Ian's career skyrockets, with damning evidence against the city's most wanted criminals mysteriously falling into his hands. But each exclusive story comes with a price: a fractured memory, a drugged haze, and a growing pile of bodies connected to anyone who threatens their twisted paradise. Now, Ian is trapped in a nightmare of luxury and lies, unraveling a truth more terrifying than any headline: his savior is a predator, his sanctuary is a crime scene, and the man who claims to love him is the most prolific murderer he will ever interview. Learning how to love a murderer is easy. Surviving him is the real story.

A twisting romance about love, friendship and destiny. Tiara meets Thomas by chance or according to him "destiny". He leaves her with no clue on how to see him,driven by her new believe in destiny,she waits to see him again. A different kind of love pictures different love stories of different people, it's a combination of love stories.

A broken-up Alexa goes to the bar to have fun. It turns out that there she was drunk and met whit the mafia boss and werewolf owner off the bar. The drunken one teases, Michael and thinks he is a gigolo. The cold Michael also was interested whit women. For some reasn that night he really enjoyed Alexa’s touch. They had a one night stand and continued the relationship when they met. How will their relationship continue?

Si Annatalia Martinez ay isang babaeng may simpleng pangarap at matibay na prinsipyo. Hindi niya inakala na ang buhay niya ay magbabago dahil lamang sa isang dokumentong kailangang pirmahan. Si Alaric Dale Compton, isang makapangyarihang bilyonaryo, ay kilala sa pagiging emosyonal na mailap at desidido sa negosyo. Para sa kanya, ang lahat ay napag-uusapan—kahit ang damdamin. “ Love, Signed by a Billionaire” Sa isang kasunduang naglapit sa kanila, napilitan silang magkasama sa isang mundong puno ng limitasyon at lihim na damdamin. Habang sinusubukan nilang panatilihin ang distansya, mas lalo namang lumalalim ang koneksiyong hindi nila inaasahan.

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

How can a person love someone when your heart is clouded with hatred? How can you see someone's worth when you're blinded with anger? Jeruzah, a sweet and loving kid but when her parents died her life definitely change real quick from an orphan to becoming a wife of the most dangerous man she ever met and fall in love with. But every love story doesn't end with happy ever after without challenges. Can Jeruzah free Makas from hatred? Or Makas will let Jeruzah's worth to be wasted for him to be able to avenge his hatred?

Je regardai le téléphone cherchant à comprendre ce qui n’a pas marché. On s’entendait tellement Yama et moi. C'était ma meilleure amie et maintenant c’est limite si on peut se parler quelques minutes sans que ça vire à la dispute. Je l’ai encouragée quand elle sortait avec son mari alors elle pourrait en faire de même pour moi. J’ai quand même le droit de passer du temps avec Salif autant qu’elle en passe avec son mari. Pourquoi les gens ne peuvent pas comprendre que j'aime cet homme et que j'ai besoin de lui ? »

My husband only married me for a family alliance, but his heart was always with his first love. To please her, he even threw her a grand wedding. He forced me to play the wedding march at their ceremony. When I hit a single wrong note, he stood by as she drove steel needles through my fingers. “Weren’t you so proud of being a pianist? Then I’ll take that away from you.” “This is my revenge for forcing me into this marriage!” Later, I got pregnant. However, Yaron Hayes, my husband, left for an extravagant trip abroad with Ellie Jensen. When he finally returned and saw my swollen belly, he immediately assumed I had cheated. He locked me in a closet, forcing me to endure a brutal childbirth alone—one that cost me my life. Yet when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the Hayes family arranged our marriage. This time, I let go of my foolish devotion. I booked a flight to study abroad in half a month. “The sky is vast, and birds are meant to be free. It's time for me to follow my own path.”