Bunga The Honey Badger

After my fiance’s childhood friend found out I was born with a heart condition, she secretly poured a high-dose energy drink into my champagne. The moment I drank it, my heart started racing, and stabbing pain spread through my chest. In a panic, I tore open my only emergency medication, but the water I used to take it had been swapped with strong lemon water. As soon as I drank it, my face went pale. I lost all strength and collapsed to the ground. “Lemon water’s full of vitamin C. It helps with hangovers and keeps you healthy.” Charlotte Whitmore laughed so hard she nearly doubled over. With her arms crossed, she looked at my fiance, Ethan Cross, the boss of the Rolling Stones. “Ethan, your fiancee’s acting is incredible! “I’ve been a doctor for years, and I’ve never seen anyone react like this to a little champagne and lemon water.” I bit my lip until I tasted blood. The pain made my eyes sting, and I clutched Ethan’s leg. “Honey, please, call an ambulance! I can’t take it anymore…” For a moment, his expression wavered, but the guests quickly cut in. “Come on, stop pretending! Nobody dies from a bit of champagne and lemon water.” “Yeah, you’re just jealous Charlotte got promoted and didn’t want to toast to her.” Ethan’s face turned cold again. He yanked my hand off and stepped away. “Charlotte’s a doctor. You’ll be fine with her here.” I stopped begging and texted my father asking for help.

|Excerpt| Iris was taking small steps to her husband's study. She had a medical file in her hand with tears in her eyes while she tightly gripped the file. Without knocking she entered the study to find her husband with a lawyer beside him. "Honey..", Iris started while looking down but was cut by a dark alluring voice. "Don't honey me you filthy women, just sign these divorce papers and take whatever you want and get out of my estate." Listening this Iris looked up and gasped as she looked in the dead eyes of her husband. | • | Iris Knight or now just Iris has been through alot in these past two years. Navigating her way since she got that report has been quite a task. Now broken beyond repair or as she believes she just lives without any hope... | • | Tristan Knight had it all money, power and most importantly the love of his life. But losing her due to some morphed photos have turned him into a ruthless and cold man with only goal being to find his flower... | • | So what will happen when Tristan and Iris finally after two years come face to face. Regrets, hatred, love, forgiveness, misery, happiness, sadness, hope, jealousy and trust; with so many emotion cruising what and who will win at what stake? With two most important question remaining like a mystery; What happened to Iris in the past two years and what was there in the file...

I have been married to Andrew Connolly for four years, but whenever his gaze meets mine, there is no recognition at all. Even my voice doesn't register. He remembers everyone around him, yet the one person he never remembers is that I am his wife. If I put on a hat, he asks who I am. When I tie my hair up, he assumes I am a new hire at his company. To help him remember, I repeat the same outfit, the same makeup, the same hairstyle. Still, despite my daily presence, he treats me like a stranger. I tell myself Andrew is simply buried in work, that the neglect is accidental, right up until a concert night. I watch him cut through the crowd and embrace his first love, whom he has not seen in years. When the stage suddenly collapses, I seize his arm and beg, "Honey, please save me." Andrew shoves me away, his voice flat and cold. "You're not my wife. My wife is at home." I am crushed beneath the falling debris. Choking on blood, I can only watch as Andrew rescues his first love and walks away. That is when I realize it's not that he can't remember me, he just doesn't love me. The bodyguards drag me out of the wreckage. Later, I spend a month confined to bed with serious injuries. While I am in the hospital, I get a photo of Andrew kissing his first love. The blows land one after another and mercilessly jerk me awake. I am done with love, and I am done with him!

Zahara's life was never full of sparkles and rainbows. Sa dami ng ibinabatong pagsubok ng buhay sa kaniya ay halos gusto na niyang sumuko at huwag ng lumaban. Ang nobyo nalang niya ang naging sandigan niya para lumaban sa agos ng tadhana. When no one was there to pull her up, he was there. Kaya nang mapagtantong niloko siya nito ay labis na nadurog ang puso at pagkatao niya. She almost died knowing she was just a orphan with no one loving her. But faith gave her another chance to redeem herself. Her biological Father found her hanging on the brink of death. He took her in, making her the Heiress of his billions worth of wealth. Pero sa paglipas ng ilang taon na pagkakawalay sa bansang pinagmulan, hindi inakala ni Zahara na muli silang maghaharap ng lalaking minsang nagwasak ng puso niya. She did her best to forget about him. Masaya na siya sa buhay na meron siya ngayon. And the worst part is. They are marrying each for the sake of business. How will her ex boyfriend react after knowing that she's alive after all these years? At ano ang magiging reaksyon nito kapag nalaman na nagkaroon pala ng bunga ang pagsasama nila noon? Will this contract marriage be the way to heal their broken hearts? O ito rin ang magiging dahilan para mas lalo silang madurog at mawasak?

Isabella Flores, isang dalagang pinambayad utang ng sariling ama. Bunga siya ng kataksilan at siya ngayon ang nagdurusa sa kasalan na ginawa ng kaniyang mga magulang. Buong buhay niya, ginawa siyang alila sa mansyon na mga Bustamante—ang legal na pamilya ng kaniyang ama. Wala siyang ibang pagpipilian kundi ang tiisin ang pagmamalupit sa kaniya sapagkat wala siyang ibang matutuluyan. Buong akala niya ay sapat na ang pagpapakaalila niya upang bayaran ang kasalanan ng magulang niya, subalit higit pa pala roon ang kailangan niyang isakripisyo, dahil kailangan niyang pakasalan ang pinagkakautangan ng kaniyang ama—si Maximo Castellano. Mayaman, makapangyarihan at matunog ang pangalan nito lalo na sa mundo ng negosyo, subalit wala pang nakakakita kung ano tunay na hitsura nito. Ganunpaman, ang katotohanang magpapakasal si Isabella sa taong hindi naman niya mahal ay malaking kahibangan para sa kaniya lalo na't hindi naman siya ang orihinal na ipambabayad utang kundi ang nakatatandang kapatid na babae—si Catriona Bustamente. Ano kaya ang posibleng mangyari sa oras na malaman ni Maximo na ang pinakasalan niyang dalaga ay hindi pala ang ipinangako sa kaniya? Panibagong dagok sa buhay na naman kaya ang dadanasin ni Isabella o kabaliktaran ito sa inaasahan niya?

Setiap pukul nol nol dini hari, studio radio tempat Ardian Sagara dan Raina Mahesa bekerja dipenuhi aroma pandan yang lembut dan aneh, karena tak seorang pun membawa bunga atau daun pandan. Awalnya mereka mengira hanya halusinasi karena lelah siaran malam. Namun ketika suara perempuan samar menyusup lewat setiap kesempatan dan menyebut satu nama “Mei Lin...” hidup Ardian tak pernah sama lagi. Aroma itu bukan sekadar wangi. Ia adalah panggilan dari arwah seorang gadis Tionghoa yang mati tragis dua puluh tahun lalu, terkubur tanpa nama di taman liar tempat pandan tumbuh. Mei Lin tak ingin menakuti siapa pun, ia hanya ingin ditemukan dan dimakamkan dengan layak. Tapi untuk mencapainya, ia mengikat nyawa gadis yang disukai Ardian sebagai jaminan. Demi menyelamatkan keduanya, Ardian harus menelusuri misteri masa lalu yang kelam. ritual keluarga, perjanjian darah, dan sebuah cermin yang menjadi penjara arwah. Di antara bisikan malam dan suara siaran yang tak pernah berhenti, Ardian belajar satu hal, tidak semua arwah datang untuk menakuti, sebagian datang untuk menuntaskan kisah yang belum sempat diakhiri. “Dan malam itu, di balik aroma pandan yang lembut, suara itu berbisik... "Tolong, selamatkan aku.’” Bagaimana ceritanya, yuk baca terus novelnya hingga tamat. Happy Reading

Finally it was time to give her the ring, and Sue didnt hide her disappointment when she saw it. "Told you," Justin whispered. Jake simply smiled and slipped it on her finger. "I now pronounce you man and wife," the preacher said. "You may kiss the bride." He lifted the veil and was struck that she would wear so little make up and still look stunning. She really does have simple but elegant taste. She"s going to throw a fit when she sees her new wardrobe. He already knew he would be assigning Mrs. Parker and her team of seamstresses with a new wardrobe. This time he would have to let Sue talk to her about what she wanted. He didn"t know whether to be relieved or annoyed. As he bent to kiss her on the lips, she gave a slight turn of her head so he kissed the side of her mouth instead. "Well honey, aren"t you full of surprises today," he teased. Having managed to catch her off guard, he wrapped her in his arms and gave her a long kiss on the mouth. She was too stunned to react in time to stop him. Several men chuckled and the single women sighed as if imagining he was kissing them. When Jake let go of her, he shot her a triumphant look. She looked flustered and then furious. They turned to the people as the preacher announced, "I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Jake Mitchell." She was reluctant to walk down the aisle with him so he gently led her by the arm. "We don"t want to disappoint the people. Remember, it"s only for six months." She sighed and started walking with him.

My son just had surgery. I'm sitting by his bedside in the hospital when I come across a post online. "What's the worst thing you've ever done?" One anonymous comment stands out. "I used the upperclassman who funded me as a stepping stone. My sponsor was rich but clueless. After she paid for my entire college, I slept with her husband and got pregnant. "The craziest part? My son and her son were born on the same day, but my husband swapped the babies. Now, she treats my son like he's her whole world, working day and night to give him a better life. "But her own son lives with me, wearing hand-me-downs and eating leftovers. Today, my son had surgery. I was worried sick, so I slapped her son hard a few times. "Oh, and her family just got a three-million-dollar payout for relocation. My husband is going to the hospital later. He's going to use the excuse of buying a house near the schools to get the money. "Once we have the money, I'm buying a villa. Then I'll get my son back and kick her out!" The post includes a blurry photo of a boy begging on his knees. My breath catches because the charm on his wrist is the same lucky charm I gave my son the day he was born. Just then, my husband pushes open the door to the ward and walks in. "Honey, Sean's starting elementary school soon. Let's use that relocation money your mom received to buy a house near the schools."

My crippled sister, Monica Porter, jumped from the roof of the classroom building. The day before she died, she had just been fitted with the custom prosthetic legs I had paid for with ten years of savings. She was glowing, excited to finally stand up on her own. But my wife's best friend, a guy she said was just like a brother to her, locked Monica inside an empty art room. He smashed her new legs, forced her to crawl on the floor and lick paint clean to retrieve the broken parts, and recorded everything on video. And my wife, a judge, ultimately ruled that the case could not stand. "The video cannot confirm the time it was recorded and may represent consensual performance art between both parties," she said. Sandra Pauley's final judgment was simple. "The deceased had a history of depression. The school and the defendant bear no responsibility." I smiled and cooked her a full table of food. The next day, I hung the bully, Eric Hoyles, from the school's flagpole and livestreamed it to the entire internet. "Honey, remember how you said Monica had such pretty legs?" I raised a claw hammer and brought it down on his ankle. "If you don't hand over the video evidence right now, I'll hook out his Achilles tendon one strand at a time and let him learn what it feels like to crawl!" The wind passed through. His screaming broke apart in the air, mixing with the strained creaking of the flagpole until it sounded almost like music. The live chat went insane. Meanwhile, I laughed until my eyes filled with tears.

Lily Peterson's childhood sweetheart, Sean Clements, ran over my 70-year-old mother in his car while he was drunk-driving. Because of that, Mom died on the spot. But Lily insisted on signing the letter of forgiveness for Sean. "My mother-in-law had planned on scamming Sean for more money, so she lay beneath the wheels on purpose. She should be the one taking on the entire responsibility." Not only did Sean get released as an innocent man, but he also received the ten-million-dollar payment given by the insurance company as compensation for his emotional distress. "Honey, I grew up with Sean since we were kids. I can't just sit by and watch his life get ruined by imprisonment! Can't you be more gracious and stop bringing this issue up?" After leaving the police station, Sean uploads a post on his social media feed in a high-profile manner. "Lily looks so gorgeous when she defends me in front of others! Childhood sweethearts will always be the closest people in life!" Lily leaves a like on Sean's post right in front of me. I remain eerily calm. "Let's get a divorce, Lily." She huffs coldly in return. "You just want me to console you, right? Tristin Foley, you're already 30 years old. Can you stop being childish?" I've already brought up divorce multiple times in the past. That's why Lily refuses to believe that I will leave her for real. But what she doesn't know is that I've snuck in a divorce agreement into the documents meant for the case closure registration, and she has personally left her signature there.