Big Time Rush All The Windows Down

A marriage is a divine vow of a pact made by the consent of God. It's divine because it can bond the destiny of two people to one destiny by love. It's divine because it can make one work for the drawback of the other. It's divine because it can give one a shoulder where they can always lean on. It's divine because it can give birth to a new life only which a God Creator can do. If such a divine vow is made into a pact of lies, what will happen to the ones that play. Jayson and Ellen bounded by a contract of marriage only have hate and scowl for each other. Can the divine vow make them fall in love or the hate they have for the other grow to break the vow and their marriage?

I accompany my husband, Michael Yates, to a stationed assignment on a remote island. Out at sea, a sudden storm hits. The ship capsizes and begins to sink. As the commanding officer, my husband gives the last life vest to his so-called godsister, Naomi Hollister. I don't cry or scream. I just watch silently as he carefully fastens the straps around her body. In my past life, I had clutched my pregnant belly and begged him for help. After a brief hesitation, he finally put the vest on me. But Naomi was swept away by the waves, and her body later washed up on shore. Only half of it remained. Michael insisted it wasn't my fault. He also said that saving me was his duty, both morally and professionally. He even took leave to stay by my side before I gave birth. But when my water broke in the dead of night, he pushed me into the sea. His eyes were bloodshot and burning with hatred. "Leah, if it weren't for you, Mimi would still be alive! Did you really have to force me to give you the vest when you were just pregnant? Couldn't you have waited a little longer? Why do you get to live? Go down there and die with her!" I drown, and fish tear my body apart. I die without even a full corpse left behind. And then, I open my eyes. I'm back on the day of the storm.

After I turn five years of age and have my very own phone, I start receiving strange messages every single day. For some reason, the sender keeps referring to me as their mom. At 3:00 am, they send me another message. "Mom, I saw you in my dreams again. The rain is seeping into the attic. My stepmom told me to use a rag to soak up all the water, but the rag is too small. Even though I tried to wipe it up all night, it still wouldn't dry. Mom, I'm so cold and hungry. I miss you so much…" I tilt my head, looking at the rain pouring outside the window. I then earnestly reply, "Don't be scared, sweetheart. Where are you right now? I will bring you something yummy!"

Reborn as the long-lost Rogers heir, missing for fifteen years, I avoided every chance to bond with my two brothers in this family. When they tossed me Vivi’s discarded, ill-fitting gown for the family gala, I smiled and put it on. When they sent Vivi to get an elite education while ordering me to scrub the utility room, I picked up the mop without a word. When they let Vivi chase love and dumped her rejected suitor on me, I didn’t fight. I accepted her leftovers with a calm nod. This was all because in my past life, I had spent my entire life desperate for my brothers' approval, only to end up despised by everyone for it. When I died in the crossfire of a gangland shootout, my own son pushed my body away in disgust. "Mom, did you really waste your whole life on such a petty fight with Aunt Vivi? Dying for the family would have been a more dignified end. At least then you wouldn't have disgraced our name." I left this world filled with resentment, only to open my eyes and find myself back at the moment I first set foot in the Rogers estate. This time, I'm done fighting. The power, the name, the honor. I'm letting them have it all. I’ve already been accepted into a closed-door medical project. Soon they will never see me again.

Di tahun ketiga pernikahannya dengan Adrian Pranadipa, Shanaya Wirajaya akhirnya mengetahui siapa wanita yang sebenarnya dia cintai. Wanita itu adalah kakak iparnya. Di malam kematian sang kakak, Adrian sama sekali tidak peduli pada Shanaya yang berdiri di sampingnya, dan malah menjadi tameng hidup untuk kakak iparnya menerima tamparan telak. Shanaya sadar, alasan Adrian menikahinya hanyalah karena dia cukup penurut dan tahu diri. Dan kenyataannya, dia memang sangat tahu diri. Tahu diri sampai-sampai urusan perceraian pun tidak sampai mengusik Adrian sedikit pun. Adrian tidak tahu bahwa dia sudah memegang surat cerai. Adrian tidak tahu bahwa dia hampir menikah dengan pria lain. Di hari ketika Shanaya berhasil mengembangkan obat mujarab untuk kanker, seluruh dunia bersorak memujinya. Hanya Adrian yang berlutut dengan satu kaki, mata memerah penuh penyesalan memohon, "Shanaya, aku salah... bisakah kamu menoleh sekali saja kepadaku?" Dia dulunya adalah pria sempurna, lembut dan terhormat, mana mungkin dia bisa salah? Shanaya melangkah mundur. Di saat yang sama, pria yang dikenal sebagai sosok paling berkuasa, dingin, tak tersentuh, dan sulit didekati, menarik pinggangnya dengan mantap. Suara beratnya menggema, tegas dan penuh otoritas. "Maaf, dia sudah mau menikah. Dengan aku."

หมอไทม์ ธามไธ ศัลยแพทย์โรงพยาบาล N ภายนอกดูเหมือนเป็นคนเย็นชาที่ไม่ค่อยสนใจใคร แต่ใครเลยจะรู้ว่าข้างในหัวใจกลับซ่อนความหวั่นไหวและอบอุ่นเอาไว้อย่างมิดชิด ครั้งหนึ่งเขาเคยตั้งปฎิญาณเอาไว้ว่าจะไม่รักใครแต่แล้วโชคชะตากลับเล่นตลกให้เขาต้องมาตกหลุมรักผู้หญิง ที่เขาหวังเพียงแค่ค้างคืนแต่กลับคือรักจริงและรักเดียวของเขาตลอดไป ไออุ่น อัยย์วรินทร์ เด็กสาวที่มองโลกในแง่ดีน่ารักและบริสุทธิ์สดใส รอยยิ้มของเธอทำให้ใครต่อใครตกหลุมรักโดยไม่รู้ตัว รวมถึงเขาผู้ชายที่พรากความบริสุทธิ์ของเธอไปเพียงชั่วข้ามคืนด้วยความเข้าใจผิด ทำให้เธอกับเขาต้องผูกติดกันไปตลอดชีวิตด้วยคำว่ารัก

Clayton Amos finally agrees to marry me during my fifth year as the antagonist of a novel. On the day of my wedding, the chandelier in the middle of the hall suddenly snaps and falls. At the most critical moment, he shoves me aside and runs over to protect Gladys Dawson, the protagonist of the novel, and his first love. Clayton's arm is slashed as a result, and blood pours out of the wound, dyeing his pristine white suit red. Meanwhile, Gladys remains unharmed in his arms. I hold a hand against the bleeding wound on my neck and finally accept the fact that Clayton never loved me. This is when the system appears and asks me, "Hailey Paltrow, would you like to abort your mission now?" I nod in silent response. "Since he's going to end up losing all four of his limbs and ultimately wish for death, I'll let him have it."

When I turned eighteen, I completed my shift and finally gained my wolf. The Lycan King of the Northern Tribe—Karl Gilmore, my father's close friend—handed me photos of his sons and told me to choose a mate. Whomever I chose would become the next Lycan King. Without hesitation, I pointed to his eldest son, Sven Gilmore. Everyone was stunned because everyone knew, for years, I had always loved the third son, Erik Gilmore. I'd trailed after Erik like a shadow, declaring loudly to the whole world that I'd marry him someday, that I'd be his mate. In my previous life, I did marry Erik. And he did become the next Lycan King. But a year into our marriage, he betrayed me with my stepsister and got her pregnant. Furious, the old Lycan King forced her to abort the pup and exiled her to another pack. From that moment on, Erik despised me. He started bringing home a different mistress every night. I was furious, helpless, and eventually, I died in the dead of winter. I never expected that when I opened my eyes again, I'd be back at eighteen, standing at the very moment I was meant to choose my mate. This time, I won't choose Erik. This time, I'll step aside and let him have his love with my sister. But why did Erik break down in tears when I chose someone else, begging me to come back?

THIS TIME SERIES: BOOK 2 Kianna, who found love after going back in the past is now living the best of her life. But how long can she hide avoiding things that keep on chasing her? The puzzle is yet to complete. Nightmares that hunt her every night make her wonder, did she really go back in the past? Or is that world where she died truly exist? So many questions and the time has come for them to be answered.

After her first love died, Sophia Hayes hated me for ten years. I tried to win back her favor every day, but she only responded with cold sneers. "If you really want to make me happy, why don't you just die?" Her words were like daggers to my heart. It was a shock when she died in a pool of blood while trying to save me from an oncoming truck. With her final gaze fixed on me, she whispered, "If only I had never met you." Her mother was inconsolable with grief at the funeral. "I should have let Sophia be with Ethan Brooks. I never should have forced her to marry you!" Her father also looked at me with hatred in his eyes. "Sophia saved your life three times. She was such a wonderful person. Why couldn't it have been you who died instead?" Everyone regretted that Sophia had married me—myself included. I was driven away from the funeral, completely devastated. Three years later, I traveled back to the past after a time machine was invented. This time, I chose to sever all connections with Sophia, giving everyone the version of history they truly desired.