Buku Death Note

Alice Long and I were caught in the crossfire. When my boyfriend—a combat medic responsible for saving the wounded—came to our rescue, he pushed me aside. Gently cradling Alice, the girl I had shielded, he shot me a cold glance and said, "Crystal, I'm deeply disappointed in you. She needs immediate care to avoid infection!" What about me? Was I meant to die instead? When my flag-draped coffin arrived home, he had the nerve to weep openly at my memorial. This once-renowned combat medic, celebrated around the globe, never set foot outside his room again.

I've loved my husband for five years, but he's never reciprocated my feelings. In fact, on the day after my death, he runs straight into his true love's arms. During my absence, he sneers and says, "She's up to her old tricks again." When he receives a call telling him to identify my body, he's excited. He thinks he can see my reaction to having my scheme exposed. He doesn't know that I'm long dead, though.

Heidi Collin, a 16 year girl was bullied everyday. She thought death could be the better option for her. But what if her death changes her life completely. What if even her death was decided and of not her choice? What is her existence? What is she? Who is trying to protect her? And..who is trying to kill her? Note: English is my second language. So, please forgive my grammatical errors. **The book contains violent scenes. Please, read at your own risk. Disclaimer: This is the work of fiction. Please, don't try to copy the part or the plot of the book. I own the characters, plots and all the events. I don't own the cover pic. Please, leave reviews and happy reading...

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."

My father is the First Warrior of the Moonflash pack. He often takes me to all kinds of banquets, and I always look forward to them. Today, he brings me to a banquet hosted by Judy. I take a bite of raw meat on my plate and immediately spit it out. I once ate raw meat when I was younger, and my stomach hurt for several days. I nearly died. The healer later told me that I'm allergic to the protein in raw meat, and that experience left a lasting impression on me. Judy looks hurt when she sees my reaction. "I went to the forest myself to catch that reindeer," she says. "I killed it just this morning. I didn't cook it so that I wouldn't ruin its freshness. I didn't expect Ray would turn her nose up at it." Dad is angry about how rude I am, so he chases me out of the banquet and locks me up in a cramped lounge. The lounge is hot and stuffy, and I soon start finding it hard to breathe. A sharp pain twists in my stomach like a knife. I want to find Dad, but no matter how much I bang on the door, he refuses to open it. Through the window, I can see Dad and Judy standing in the center of the hall. They're conversing happily, but no one even looks in my direction. I'm suffocating, so I lie on the floor. I want to shout for Dad, but I can't make a sound no matter how hard I try. Then, I realize that I'm standing up and can walk through the door. But why is my body still lying on the floor? That's when it hits me. I'm dead.

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

Fara Kinara (32) menjalani kehidupan pernikahan yang tampak sempurna bersama suaminya, Damian (35). Selama dua tahun, mereka berbagi kebahagiaan dan saling mendukung. Namun, di balik keharmonisan itu, Fara merasa ada kekosongan yang tidak bisa diabaikan. Kehidupan ranjang mereka mulai terasa monoton, dan meskipun telah mencoba mencari solusi melalui konseling dengan psikolog, masalah tersebut tetap tak terselesaikan. Ketegangan dalam rumah tangga Fara semakin memuncak saat seorang tetangga baru, Juan (28), pindah ke lingkungan mereka. Dengan penampilan yang cenderung nerd dan kaca mata yang menyembunyikan ketampanannya, Juan awalnya tidak terlalu mencuri perhatian. Namun, satu hal yang membuat Fara sulit mengalihkan pandangan adalah sesuatu yang menonjol di balik celana pria itu. Rasa bosan dan hasrat terpendam mendorong Fara untuk melakukan berbagai cara agar bisa mendekati Juan, meskipun ia sadar tindakannya berisiko besar. Di sisi lain, pernikahannya dengan Damian berada di ambang kehancuran. Fara kini terjebak di antara keinginan yang membara dan kenyataan pernikahan yang mulai retak. Apakah Fara akan mampu menyelamatkan rumah tangganya, ataukah ia akan menyerah pada godaan yang mengguncang hidupnya?

Surya tidak pernah lagi bertemu dan menafkahi kedua anaknya, setelah menceraikan Anaya istrinya, dan lebih memilih hidup dengan Talita, cinta pertamanya. Setelah tiga belas tahun, Surya mencari Anaya dan kedua anaknya, karena membutuhkan bantuan mereka. Namun, saat Surya bertemu mereka, keadaan sudah sangat berbeda.

SAAT PERANG REDA! Andrew Saga, kembali untuk memberikan kejutan kepada Celine-sang istri yang tujuh tahun lalu ditinggalkannya. Nahas, kepulangan Andrew tidak pernah diharapkan. Celline telah bertunangan dan penolakan sang mertua justru menjadi pagar tinggi yang membuatnya sangat sulit menemui Celline. Andrew tak menyerah. Rencana pernikahan Celline dan Dylan-si calon menantu milyuner pilihan kedua orang tua Celline membongkar rahasia besar istrinya itu dari Andrew. Apa yang akan dilakukan Andrew setelah mengetahui rahasia tersebut?

Kejora, seperti namanya selalu menjadi bintang dan impian para gadis. Selain pintar, cantik, seksi dengan postur tinggi semampai layaknya super model, Kejora juga memiliki pesona yang selalu bisa menghipnotis para kaum Adam. Tapi tidak mampu membuat Arjuna Bernard Folke jatuh hati karena sikap Kejora yang genit, manja dan berisik sangat tidak disukai pria itu. Usaha Kejora untuk mendekati Arjuna menjadi sangat mudah ketika mengetahui jika ternyata kedua orang tua mereka adalah saudara angkat. Semenjak itu hari-hari Arjuna menjadi berantakan dan penuh drama. Beragam upaya Arjuna lakukan agar lepas dari Kejora. Namun keduanya tidak pernah tau bila takdir sedang membawa mereka pada garis Karma yang turun menurun menimpa keluarganya.