Caption Sunset Bahasa Inggris

I was a plus-size girl, weighing about 220 pounds. On graduation day, I finally gathered the courage to confess my feelings to Calvin Preston, the heartthrob I had been crushing on for three years. Surprisingly, he said yes! To celebrate, we went out that night. But things took a dark turn. I was tricked into drinking too much and was drugged. Calvin and his buddies violated me and, to make matters worse, they filmed it all. The next thing I knew, the video had gone viral online with a cruel caption, “Who’s brave enough to try a 220-pound girl?” As the humiliating video spread like wildfire, the shock and shame were too much for my grandfather to bear. It broke his heart, quite literally.

Summer Molina doesn't know how many times her mother told them the story about the island who abandoned them, many years ago. Even she doesn't know the entire story behind that, that story opened her mind that the world was made very cruel. At her young age, she chose to leave their city to find a job somewhere, where she can earn higher salary, until it brings her to the island of El Salvador. An island far from civilization that hides a very beautiful town. All she thought that she will find there a job-but she is wrong. The white sand shore, clear blue water, the sunset, everything in the island make her realize one thing—she was on the island that she thought that only exists in her mother's story. Works as a secretary of Lucius Salvador the ceo of the El Salvador's chain of hotels and restaurants. A great business man and leader in the age of twenty-two. But behind of his greatness, he is undeniably cold to anyone. No girlfriend, no flings, his life is for nothing but for business. He seems like a snowman in the middle of fiery summer. After several months of work with Lucius, summer discovered some secrets lying behind them, and one of those is the reason of their bitter fate. Driven by anger, summer wants to revenge against the Salvador. She believes that every man's weakness is a woman's beauty. So, she decided to use hers. She will play him like a puppet under her strings of beauty, while taking them down little by little. But she is wrong. Igniting her cold target is not a great idea. Once he burns, his flames will claim and destroy her… inch by inch.  

My mother-in-law’s final wish was simple—she wanted one last trip to Hawaii, to bask in the warmth of the sun before her time ran out. But her son, Vincent, didn’t see it that way. He thought I was manipulating her, using her as an excuse to drag him on a vacation he didn’t want. So, out of spite, he refused to grant her dying wish. I begged him. Pleaded. Swallowed my pride and all the hurt his accusations brought. After relentless persuasion, he finally relented. I thought, at last, I could give Lucy the happiness she deserved. But on the day we were set to leave, Vincent was nowhere to be found. And that same day, Lucy suffered a heart attack. She passed away with only me by her side—never getting to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin one last time. And then I saw it. A picture. Vincent, tagged at a luxury resort with his ex. The caption from her read: Thank you for abandoning your job to take me on this trip. You’re the best. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even confront him. I just packed my bags and left. And this time? Vincent found out about the truth and begged me to stay.

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."

This Thanksgiving, Elmer Fuller finally agrees to go on a trip with me. But when I wake up in the hotel, I don't see him anywhere. I spend the entire day desperately searching for him, only to stumble across a social media post from his first love. It's a selfie of her and Elmer having a cozy family dinner with her parents. The caption reads, "Someone's finally meeting the parents on Thanksgiving night. Mom and Dad can stop pressuring me to get married now!" Around her neck is the scarf my mother knitted for me before she passed. I left a comment. "Stop using my things to flirt with my husband. Take the scarf off—you can have him." Not long after, she posts an update. The scarf is shredded into pieces and tossed into a dog bed, with the caption, "What trash—too filthy even for a dog!" Elmer likes the post.

Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster. The caption? Oh, just this gem: [Legally welcoming our little one into the world.] Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote: [Once the baby is born, I'll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.] I couldn't help myself. I replied with a single question mark. And then Henry's DMs came in hot: [She's just borrowing me for a year to get married. Once the baby's born, I'll come back to you.]

“Let’s get divorce, Gale.” Nahinto sa pagsasalita si Sunset dahil sa sinabi ng asawa. Sandaling hindi niya maiproseso ang sinabi nito. Nablangko ang kanyang isipan habang nakatingin sa seryosong mukha ni Lucian. “Let’s get divorce.” Sa pangalawang pagkakataong ulitin iyon ni Lucian, tila bombang sumabog sa kanya ang anunsyo ng asawa. Pagkalito ang sumunod niyang naramdaman nang iritableng inilayo ng asawa ang pagkakadikit ng hubad nilang katawan na para bang may nakakahawa siyang sakit na dumapo lamang pagkatapos nilang magniig. Ganoon na lang ba iyon, pagkatapos siya nitong makuha, ang tingin na sa kanya ay isang basura? “Hindi magandang biro iyan, Lucian—” “You don’t want to? Magkakaroon ka ng sariling buhay. Limang taon na ang kinuha ko sa ‘yo, dagdagan ko pa ba ang pang-aabala ko?” Tumayo mula sa pagkakahiga ang asawa niya. Ang nakatalikod na matipuno nitong katawan ay tinakpan ng roba. Kaagad namang naibalot ni Sunset ang hubad na katawan sa puting kumot. “M-may problema ba tayo, Lucian?” naguguluhan niya pa ring tanong sa asawa. “Kung may mali sa akin, susubukan kong baguhin. May nagawa ba akong ikinagalit mo? H-huwag mo lang akong iwan kase hindi ko kakayanin…” “Babalik na si Eveth dito sa Pilipinas.” Hinilot nito ang sentido na para bang naiinis na sa pagdadrama niya. “Masasaktan siya kapag nalaman niyang nandyan ka pa." “Naiintindihan ko…” “Saan ka pupunta?” gulat na tanong ng asawa nang makita siya nitong nagbibihis. “Saan ka sabi pupunta?” “Hindi mo ba nakikita?” May kalituhan na tumingin sa kanya si Lucian. Hindi nito inaasahan ang magiging reaksyon niya. “Ano bang akala mo, magmamakaawa ako?” natawa nang bahagya si Sunset bago mabaling ang tingin sa tseke na nasa ibabaw ng side table. “Akala ko namamalikmata lang ako kanina. Hindi ko lubos maisip na limang milyon lang pala ang halaga ko!”

Samantha is tall black wolf with white paws next in line to be Alpha of her pack. Thomas is a vampire with brown hair who's next in line to be heir to the coven. What happens when these two misguides souls meet. Sam was sitting on the fountain, tired of her mom bossing her around like she had to set the right example for the pack as the next heir. She found a rock and threw it hard without paying attention to where she threw it. Thomas was walking away from the coven he grew up in; he didn't want anything to do with this life anymore and live on his own. Kim was the only vampire he wanted and now she's dead and he was being forced to marry the daughter of the coven leader his family was at war with to create a peace treaty. He still remembered that day when the coven came back from the recent battle and she wasn't there and he waited for days, refusing to eat. Then by sunset on the fifth day since the battle, he was told that she died bravely in battle defending the coven. Thomas started crying at the memory as fresh grief racked him when he was hit with a rock. He looked around and saw that he came farther than he intended, almost into the werewolf territory like his feet were leading him. He cried out in pain and looked in the direction the rock came from. That's when he first saw her someone so beautiful, he couldn’t believe he was falling in love again. Before he realized it, his feet were moving on their own towards this stranger. Sam looked up when she heard someone cry out in pain after she threw the rock, she saw

For eight long years, Bryan Millan and I were married, but you’d never have known it by looking at his life. He never once acknowledged our relationship in public. Not a single post, not a single mention of me on his social media. Then came our anniversary. The day that was supposed to be about us. Instead, Bryan made an announcement on his Instagram account—just not the one I expected. There he was, hand in hand with his assistant, her draped in a wedding dress. The caption read: [When you're in love, you want the whole world to know.] The comments flooded in. [Bryan finally got married!] [Congrats! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together!] In that moment, I could no longer lie to myself. Bryan wasn't reserved. He just never loved me. So, I decided to let go. But he wasn't ready for that. He clung to me, desperate now. But I pried his hands off and laughed—a real, genuine laugh, the kind that comes from somewhere deep inside when you realize you're finally free. Then, I looked him straight in the eye and said the words I'd been holding in, "Don't beg me to come back. Because now that I don't love you, I've never felt better."

When I started college, my new roommate secretly used my phone to take a selfie. She sent it to the guy I was in an online relationship with and added the caption: [Baby, do you think I'm beautiful?] My boyfriend replied with a giant question mark, followed by a voice message full of curses. "Just thinking about dating someone with that face makes me want to puke!" "Let's break up, you ugly freak. Stay far away from me!" By the time I got out of the shower and tried to explain, I realized he had already blocked me. My roommate, holding her own phone, smugly told me, "The streamer I've had my eye on just added me. He says he wants to start an online relationship." When I looked at the account, I saw it was none other than my ex-boyfriend.