Black Clover 6 Leaf Grimoire

Eve lived an innocent life trying to make everything work until he walked into her life and never left from night to night he came in her room with eyes his that looked un natural , smoky gray that boiled blood and shines like a flame in the dark she is pulled in to his life of blood and death with on kiss

Mendapatkan tawaran pekerjaan sebagai ART di saat ia butuh pekerjaan dan tempat tinggal, Lulu Namari tak menolak. Apalagi yang menawarkan pekerjaan adalah Daril Rayjesta—Bos dari laki-laki yang sudah mengkhianatinya. Salah paham pun terjadi ketika sepupu Daril, Kaivan menyebarkan rumor bahwa Daril dan Lulu adalah sepasang kekasih. Dari kesalahpahaman itu, Daril meminta Lulu untuk menjadi kekasih pura-pura, tetapi apa yang dikatakan Lulu membuat Daril tercengang. “Kita nggak harus pura-pura pacaran. Karena saya siap menjadi istri Pak Bos.” Akankah hubungan mereka akan berlanjut sampai jenjang pernikahan?

Jacob Alfred, seorang pemuda berusia 30 tahun, belum pernah menghabiskan malam minggu bareng makhluk bernama perempuan. Kesehariannya hanya dihabiskan bersama sahabatnya, si Willy kribo. Sedangkan, emak Alf di kampung, sudah ngebet banget pengen punya calon mantu dari Alf. Hingga suatu saat, seorang wanita cantik dari masa SMA Alf dulu, datang dan mengajaknya malam mingguan bareng. Apakah ini salah satu tanda awal bahwa Alf sebentar lagi akan melepas masa lajangnya? Yuk, ikuti kisah Alf yang penuh kekonyolan dalam mencari cinta sejatinya?

Bagaimana jika suamimu membawa wanita lain ke rumah? Victoria Anastasia William, selalu berpikir bahwa pernikahannya akan baik-baik saja, karena sang suami – Liam Harrison – seorang dokter yang dia tahu mencintai dirinya seperti dia mencintai Liam. 2 tahun pernikahan mereka, semua terlihat baik-baik saja. Namun, tak kunjung memiliki anak di 3 tahun pernikahan, membuat Liam mulai berubah. Liam sering membentak Victoria, bahkan menyalahkan Victoria yang tak mampu memberinya anak. Liam juga sering pulang terlambat, dengan alasan masih menangani banyak pasien. Hingga suatu hari, Liam tiba di rumah bersama seorang wanita muda bernama Annabele, yang diakui Liam sebagai wanita yang dicintainya.

For the ninth time, my wife chose to have an abortion for the sake of her ailing first love. This time, I did not stop her. Even when my grandfather flew into a fit of rage, his heart faltering as he called me a disgrace to the family, I stayed silent. The truth was that I had already decided to divorce her. In three days, I'd be leaving for Westmarch to begin my research. Until then, I have decided to grant her every wish. If she wanted me to hand over a promotion so her first love could take the credit, I gave it up without hesitation. If she wanted to bring him home to rest, I vacated the master bedroom on the spot. She beamed with satisfaction, praising me for finally learning to be "sensible." She promised that once he recovered, she would give me a child of my own. However, what she did not know was that there would be no next time.

On the day of the SAT exam, my girlfriend’s childhood friend, Benedict Casper, forgot his admission ticket at home. She insisted on retrieving it for him, but I begged her not to go. In the end, Benedict missed his final chance for taking the exam and, overwhelmed by despair, he jumped to his death. Years later, my girlfriend, Ella Simpson, and I graduated from Whitmore Institute of Technology, landed high-paying jobs, and built a picture-perfect marriage. But on the anniversary of Benedict’s death, she stabbed me repeatedly, her voice trembling with rage, “You killed him. If I’d gotten his admission ticket, he would’ve never jumped.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the exams. Ella’s frantic voice rang in my ears, “I have to go back, Dominic. I need to get Benedict’s ticket!” This time, I smiled and said, “Go ahead. Be careful on the way.”

My mother was asking me and my sister to choose the man we wanted to marry. My sister, surprisingly, did not choose the gloomy STEM student she spent four years pursuing. Instead, she went for the rich but infamous playboy. Shock colored my mother's face. "I know he's rich, Joan, but what if you get all known and unknown STDs? I thought you loved Gil. Are you sure you're making the right choice?" That did not sway my sister's mind. That alone told me what I had been suspecting all along. Like me, my sister was reincarnated. In our previous lives, she happily married Gilbert Terrason, but he left her on read for ten long years. His cold treatment drove her a little gaga. That playboy, however, stopped his philandering lifestyle for me and loved me like his life depended on it. He gave me all his riches, and we became the model couple everyone wouldn't stop talking about. Then, it happened during the ball. On my tenth wedding anniversary, my sister, consumed by rage, burned us into cinders. Here we were, on our second chance in life. This time, I took Gilbert's hand. "No takebacks, Joan. Don't try to do a third take." My sister snickered. "As to you. This time, all the love in the world is coming to me." Ah, yes, love. Joan still did not get it. Love was the most unreliable element in any marriage.

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

I was five months pregnant when my husband, James Fletcher, allowed his mistress to invade our lives—on the very night of our wedding anniversary. But she didn’t just come to flaunt her presence. She came to take my life. Pregnant and vulnerable, I confronted her, desperately clinging to my dignity. But the fight ended with me tumbling down the staircase, my swollen belly crashing against the cold, hard ground. Blood seeped across the floor, vivid and unrelenting. James only arrived after hearing about his precious mistress’ ordeal. He stood there, staring at the pool of blood, at my broken body. But instead of helping me, he rushed to her side. She had nothing but a few superficial scratches, yet he swept her off to the hospital like she was the one dying. By the time he returned, my child was gone. The doctors barely managed to save me. And what did James do? He struck me in front of everyone, his words sharper than the sting of his hand. "Lisa only wanted to bring you a Christmas gift, and you attacked her out of nowhere! You shameless witch!" “She didn’t force her way in! What nonsense! I gave her the house key ages ago. You just can’t stand that she’s prettier and kinder than you!" “You didn’t just hurt her. You killed my child! You vile, despicable woman. Why couldn’t it have been you instead?” Lisa stood beside him, pretending to comfort him while flashing me a smug, victorious smirk. James’s vicious tirade didn’t stop there. He dragged my name onto the internet, painting me as a monster.

Charlie Wade was the live-in son-in-law that everyone despised, but his real identity as the heir of a prominent family remained a secret. He swore that one day, those who shunned him would kneel before him and beg for mercy, eventually!