Bruce Lee Death Cause

Three years of marriage, and it all ends with two words. Sign it. He didn’t even look up when he said it. Just slid the papers across the table like I was another business deal to close. We weren’t supposed to fall in love it started as a contract, something practical, something safe. But feelings have a way of growing where they shouldn’t. For a while, I thought he cared. The quiet moments, the small things he remembered my favorite song, how I take my tea, the way I hate the rain. I thought they meant something. Turns out, they did. Just not for me. Every gesture, every soft word, was borrowed from a memory. From her. The woman who had him first. The one who left. The one who’s now back. So I signed. I smiled. I walked away. Not because I wanted to but because I had to. He doesn’t chase me. Not yet. But I can feel it the weight of everything unsaid still hanging in the air between us. Maybe he’ll realize what he’s lost. Maybe he won’t. Either way, this time, I’m not waiting around to find out.

My parents died when I was ten years old, but a big shot in Jade City adopted me. It was rumored that Sean Graham was a cruel and violent man, but he doted on me for nearly ten years. He booked the advertising screens in the city to celebrate my birthday and promised to marry me when I got drunk and pestered him about it. I called him Uncle Sean at his request. Fear gripped me when I woke up in his bed every morning, but I kept it a secret. Yet one time, we accidentally slept with each other. I got pregnant with his child and wanted to keep it, but I knew I would not live for much longer. One day, I heard his conversation with a servant. “Clean up Zella’s room for Yulia.” “But Mr. Graham, Miss Cooper has been staying there for ten years. Didn’t you design it for her?” “No, I only let her stay there because Yulia had gone abroad.” I touched my belly as disappointment gripped me. It turned out that the man who had promised to provide me with a home as long as he lived wanted to drive me away.

In a bustling city, many were shocked by the deaths of four entrepreneurs, including a business magnate. The victims were found in their gruesome death. One of the suspects is a female victim of their sexual abuse. The search for the suspect became more intense when the police chief's only son suffering from hypersexuality disorder was also brutally killed by the slayer. The officer did not stop searching for the murderer, he ordered to catch her, dead or alive! But police were puzzled, the killer leaves a bloodstain-shaped lip at every murder scene. Investigators were very eager to investigate the case. They began to doubt the character of a timid saleswoman in the cafeteria. Police were confused, the woman disappears every time she menstruates. Is her menstruation related to the murder of sex criminals? Who is the real killer? Catch the twist in this detective story!

Fate doesn’t ask. It demands. On the night of his 18th birthday, Kieran Blackwood's future was supposed to begin. Instead, it shattered. Bound by an impossible mate bond, drawn to someone he was never meant to love, Kieran's world spirals into darkness, secrets, and betrayal. As the past resurfaces and power shifts, he learns that some mistakes don’t stay buried—and some bonds never break. When the outcast becomes the king, what’s left for the prince who turned him away? There are three choices; Bite Bleed, Bow

Orang bilang masa SMA adalah masa yang paling indah, namun sepertinya tak seindah yang orang-orang katakan. Nasya berbaik hati ingin membantu Galen yang pada saat itu mabuk berat untuk kembali ke kamarnya, harus menerima kenyataan bahwa ia kehilangan sesuatu yang berharga akibat perbuatan seorang Galen Pradipta.Mampukah Nasya menjalani kehidupan SMA seperti sedia kala lagi atau masih ada kejutan lain yang akan menunggu Nasya di kemudian hari? Ikuti kisahnya.

Genevive wants full control of her life. With the help of her friend Ariel, she runs away from meeting his future husband only to find herself entangled in the complicated life of a popular pop-rock band while slowly and deeply falling in love with Seven. Will she continue fighting for her love even if it meant fighting against all that Seven has ever dreamed off?

On the eve of our wedding, Ellis Stewart threw a tantrum and hurled the wedding ring I had given her. I spent the entire night searching through the icy lake until my numb fingers finally closed around it. When I went to return the ring to her, I overheard her speaking with a close friend. “How many times have you toyed with Jonathan already? “It’s been three years since Gregory’s passing, and you still can’t forget him?” “If Jonathan hadn’t clung to me three years ago, begging me to pick him up, how could Gregory have died in that car accident?” Ellis replied coldly. “He’s the one who killed Gregory. Everything that happened was nothing but his own doing.” My knuckles whitened around the ring, and for an instant, it felt as though all the blood in my body had turned cold. So Ellis had never loved me at all. My unwavering devotion had been nothing more than a crucial piece of her revenge. In silence, I let the ring fall from my hand. Then I pulled out my phone. “Dad, Mom, I’ve figured things out. I agree to the marriage you’ve arranged. Let the wedding be in three days.”

Eleuthera Augustine is a soldier and a writer. At the age of 21, after her military training and missions, she saw herself being attached to her boy best friend Darren Ramirez who happened was also her Captain. Eleuthera and Darren promised to each other that no one can take them apart: One shall not leave and one shall not forget. But the promises got shattered when Darren dies in front of Eleuthera. Years later, Eleuthera had a mission: To protect the General's grandson, Zayn Eros de la Vega. Fate was playing with her when she learned her best friend's murderer has something to do with Zayn Eros. While on her mission something had happened — something she wished that was true if it was not she rather not be awakened from her dream. What if the dream she loved turned out to be her greatest nightmare? Can Eleuthera accept her best friend's fate or will she let herself drawn to her dream? Can Eleuthera disguise reality over her fantasy? Written by Doctor_Art Completed on December 12, 2020

College freshman Leesa Nyland has been fascinated by vampires from a young age. Fascinated, however, doesn't mean Leesa believes in their existence any more than she believes in the Volkaanes, people who are said to live for centuries and whose kiss is lethal to both vampires and humans. But when her beloved older brother suddenly disappears, she is forced to confront all these and more. She also has to figure out what to do about her mysterious new boyfriend. She knows Rave likes her a lot, so why won't he kiss her? As Leesa draws closer to finding her brother, she faces some gut-wrenching decisions. Should she risk her mom's life trying to "cure" her? Should she continue seeing Rave, after he reveals his dangerous secret? And most terrifying of all, should she make the ultimate sacrifice — give up her humanity to save her brother?

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.