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Ji Liong, nama pemuda itu. Sin Kang di tubuhnya telah dicuri, diserap habis oleh tunangannya sendiri. Bahkan nadi beladirinya diputus, dan sebagian lain disumbat, membuatnya menjadi pemuda pecundang yang tidak bisa lagi menggunakan bahkan mempelajari ilmu beladiri. Sang tunangan pun memutuskan membuatnya benar-benar terpuruk. Namun siapa sangka, ternyata dibalik bencana yang ia alami membawa keuntungan besar bagi dirinya. Sin Kang (Tenaga Sakti) langka yang mengeram dalam tubuhnya bangkit, sekelebat ingatan tentang jati dirinya pun mulai bermunculan. Satu demi satu tokoh nomor satu jatuh di tangannya, hanya dengan kemampuan terbatas yang ia miliki. Ji Liong sadar ada misteri yang belum terkuak tentang dirinya. Sebuah cincin giok putih langka, yang tiba-tiba bersinar menjadi petunjuk satu-satunya tentang siapa dirinya sebenarnya. Cincin yang membuat beberapa tokoh besar berlutut kepadanya. Siapakah Ji Liong sebenarnya? Dan bagaimana ia membalas orang-orang yang dulu menghina dan menjatuhkannya, ikuti terus SIAN JIE SIN KANG (TENAGA SAKTI ALAM DEWA)

Sedang dalam tahap revisi! "Cause you're my breathless." ~BREATHLESS Tentang toxic relationship. Cinta yang malah saling melukai dan menghancurkan. Tentang cinta dan obsesi Aksa Mahatma pada Princessa Elliazer. Cessa tidak pernah menyangka, ternyata memiliki kekasih dengan kepossesifan tingkat neraka dapat menghancurkan hidup yang telah ia tata sedemikian rupa. Percintaan, persahabatan, dan persaudaraan. Berawal dari sebuah kesalahpahaman, lalu semuanya rusak. Lalu, saat fakta bahwa Cessa terjebak seks bebas selama empat tahun menjalin kasih bersama Aksa diketahui oleh sang kakak, itulah awal kehancuran Cessa yang sesungguhnya.

Our third wedding anniversary was coming up, but my wife, a programmer at a major tech company, suddenly claimed she had to work overtime to meet deadlines. She said she couldn't go on the trip we'd planned. That very afternoon, however, her intern posted a video on social media. My wife—the same woman who normally wouldn't even open a door for fear of chipping her manicure—was holding a screwdriver, repairing an old flip phone. The caption read: [Having a programmer wife is the best. Even when Grandma's phone breaks, we don't need to pay for repairs.] I chuckled, liked the post, and commented: [Right up her alley.] Within minutes, the company group chat exploded. There were over ninety-nine unread messages speculating on when I'd finally snap. Not long after, my wife called. Her voice was ice-cold. "What was that comment supposed to mean? How is Shawn supposed to face anyone at work now? "His grandma's phone broke, so I fixed it. What's the problem? Your parents have always spoiled you. You can't possibly understand real hardship. "Delete the comment. I'll make it up to you over the New Year; we can take that trip then." The New Year? I'd already waited through two other major public holidays. I'd even taken special leave for this trip, and she still bailed. Now she was dangling empty promises again? I hung up on her. My leave ended around the same time as our divorce cooling-off period.

My wife Susan had the power to save lives, but when our son was rushed to the ICU and needed her help, she refused no matter how much I begged. While I was crying myself hoarse when I received news that our son was dead, I heard her purring over the phone, "Mark? Don't worry, your puppy's way more important. Of course I'll save it." There was a limit to her power that she could only use it once a month, but she nonchalantly used it for Mark's pet dog! Shaking with rage, I seized her by the collar and bellowed, "We're talking about a human life here, and your son at that! But an animal is worth more than that?!" Susan shook me off, smirking in disdain. "Mark has always been by himself—is there a problem that I took his side? And what could happen to our son when he has his daddy? Stop giving me that attitude!" Just two hours later, Mark posted on social media a photo of him with Susan kissing his pet dog together, with the smug caption: [Who had bet that a son matters more than a dog? Know when you're beaten. Now pay up!] So he had a bet with someone that Susan would choose his dog! Worst of all, Susan lovingly replied: [If Mark wants to win, I'll always be there for him.] Even as I felt heartrending pain, I was laughing coldly as I sent my own reply. [If you all love to bet so much, why not bet when you're gonna drop dead?]

Ini adalah season 2 untuk Raise - Betrala of The Knight templar. Masih menceritakan tentang seorang perempuan beranam Andreana SHeffield yang ingin melindungi suaminya

Bukankah akhir terbaik untuk matahari adalah terbenam, atau mungkin tenggelam??? Entahlah, keduanya sama-sama hilang ditelan gelap malam. Berkisah tentang Benci, Rindu, Dendam dan Cinta

Pengalaman sebagai mantan pejantan tangguh, membuat Robby sangat paham tentang kondisi istrinya ketika malam pertama. Rupanya Hana sudah tak perawan Bagaimana kisah kasih mereka?.

Enzo Mallerio, yang harus bertanggungjawab karena telah tidak sengaja memperkosa adik tirinya yaitu, Kinara. Enzo menikahi Kinara secara tersembunyi dengan aturan pra nikah, yang tentunya banyak menguntungkan dirinya sendiri. Kinara tak berdaya, ia memikirkan tentang rumah tangga ibu nya yang bahagia bersama dengan Ayah Enzo. Pernikahan secara tersembunyi tetap terjadi, banyak sekali hal yang membuat hubungan mereka semakin dekat. Dengan banyak nya cobaan yang mereka hadapi.. ayo baca agar kalian tahu tentang perjalanan kisah Enzo dan Kinara. jangan lupa follow, Dan vote ya🙂

It's the tenth anniversary of my bonding with my warrior mate, Owen Chase, and also our son Leo's birthday. A month earlier, I spent $8000 arranging a trip to the Blood Moon Forest. I plan to take my mate and pup to the Moon Goddess' sacred grounds to receive her blessings. This is supposed to be a happy anniversary celebration for our complete werewolf family. I've prepared everything and booked tickets for the Twilight Coach. But on the night before our departure, Owen and Leo suddenly block our mind-link. "Dad and I are having dinner with Ms. Emma on the 24th floor of Moonlight Restaurant. We've cancelled the tickets—we're not going." The call ends there. They promptly block my number as well. I rush back to our pack overnight, only to find that the security system no longer recognizes me. That night, every household locks its doors and activates protective barriers against the toxic mist of the Silver Mines in the nearby Moonveil Valley, while I could only huddle on the stone steps outside our house, inhaling the silver-laden fog all night. The poisonous substances flood my systems. I am sent to the hospital, burning with fever as my wolf grows weaker with every labored breath. Meanwhile, my family is busy touring Central City with Emma Skinner, spending the money I had worked so hard to earn. Owen posts a photo on his social media. In the photo, Emma, my mate Owen, and my child Leo stand hand-in-hand in front of the wishing fountain in Central City, all smiling brightly. The caption reads: "A perfect trip, a perfect family of three." It is only then that I finally understand—this family exists in name only. It's time for me to rebuild my life.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.