Cerita Curhat Com

Life is about competition. competition is part of characteristics of living things. Crystal Stallone is a brave, courageous,a beauty to write about as it's name entails "crystal"her cute and shinny face,her black long hair,small waist and her soft and pinks lips,her thick body are features one wouldn't resist to write about.she is the only daughter of a well known fashion magazine "My face,my beauty"she was born into fashion all she loves to do is taking care of her beauty,she puts on the lastest designers,shoes,bag, jewelries. As Fate could have it "Nothing in this world is perfect"same to Crystal as beautiful she is,she is the dullest and dumbest student in her class, No one compete with her in worst grades but Crystal prefers her beauty to her grades. Some of the teacher already accepted her fate,her nonchalant behaviors. Crystal was in love with a person who rejected her confession and underestimate her "Damien" His awards can't be written. "A notable and prestige child of the mayor of New York city. He is rude and grumpy too. Damien,in general was never interested in women,he resent ladies because they thinks nothing other than gushing over pretty boys and celebrities. The school depends on his intelligence and ability. "No other winner than him." Apart from being the school brilliant boy,he is apopular athlete. Damien being a proud jerk had underestimated crystal,the very known dumbest girl in the school,even though she still wanted to love him but really had to give up because of how humiliated she felt. Crystal made her vow to always be his rival by competing with him in everything he has. She made a vow that whenever there's a boy named Damien in every competition,there will be a girl named Crystal as his rival. Moreover,the difference between a boy and a girl is just Biology.

"Please reject me as your mate and let me go, Alpha Max! I know you have a lover, Lady Jessica, and live a happy life with her. Please just let me go.” I closed my eyes and begged hoping he'd at least listen but instead, I heard a little thud a few inches away from my face and I opened my eyes to see a file. "Wh- What is this, Alpha?" I stammered my voice barely above a whisper. "Open it!” he cold voice scared me and I took the file lying inches away from me. As I brought it closer and read it, the letters written on the first page sent shivers down my spine. "Contract Marriage? Wh...What is this?"

"Stop calling me that, little mate,” he says. I look at him, pushing him slightly, which makes him stagger slightly. I get him out of my doorway. I leaned closer, my eyes staring into his. "What should I call you then, Alexander?” I say with my hand still firmly on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat spike a bit. I look at his lips and then back into his eyes. Alexander licks his lips as he moves his top half toward me, “Call me mate,” he says. I look at his lips and back to his eyes and say, “I guess it will have to be Alexander”. ______ Roxie has been gone from her pack for six years until this year she is coming home to meet her brother's mate. Alpha Alexander is best friends with Roxie’s brother Jason, also the one who sent Roxie away, even hurting her feelings in the process. Although he had a good reason to send his mate Roxie away, she was too young to understand him. Now Alpha Alexander can't wait to see his mate back and be with her…… but what happens when Roxie finds out that the person who sent her away and broke her heart is her mate? Will she simply forgive him?

When retired 80s rockstar and Casino owner, Jake, sold his soul to the devil at the crossroads in Mississipi, he didn't believe it was real. One by one he's watched hounds pick off his friends one by one. Now they've come for him. Shortly after her husband's death, Nadia discovered her husband was in the mafia and his death was not an accident. But why did they have him killed? The answer lies in a forgotten briefcase and his best friend, Jake, who happens to be her rockstar crush from back in her younger days. Now Nadia and Jake must fight the demons for their lives and the casino as they slowly fall for each other.

He left her at the altar. She returned with his child and the power to ruin him. Arabella Monroe steps into the boardroom with ice in her veins and a little girl by her side who has Roman Callahan’s exact eyes. Seven years ago, she stood in a wedding dress, humiliated and pregnant, as Roman vanished without a word. Now, the tables have turned. Roman’s tech empire is crumbling. Hers is rising faster, louder, and unstoppable. And the one patent that could save his company? Arabella owns it. She came for business. She came for blood. But when old sparks reignite and buried betrayals claw their way back, Arabella must decide: Can she destroy the man who broke her without breaking what’s left of her heart?

"No one will ever be able to murder me; they would never dare." Galante, Carmine. I'm quite aware that I'm not a good man. People were terrified and respected when they heard my name, "Lord" Rolly Exruto Guevara. All in the sake of power, I committed dreadful, brutal, heartless, remorseless, violent things. I was the Capo of The Family, an American Italian crime gang. It's the mafia. Many females want to be at the bottom of my ruthless Mafia, but a man must look for his wife, not a woman who looks for her husband. I want to marry a lady or perhaps have children with a woman. It's what the males in my environment did to get more power and become more powerful. The fruits of my power shall inherit the power. That was my first encounter with Lara Sylvio, Clover's lovely and voluptuous secretary. She is going to be mine. I have her. l id never had such strong feelings for anybody or anything as I had for Lara. Her skin and lips made me feel as though there was something missing in this world, and she filled it in. I wanted Lara to the bone, and I'd make her mine for the rest of my life, not just for one night. A mafia is always a Mafia.

When you are growing up adults usually tell you that you can be whatever you want to be, right?! I was told I would be a starving artist if I became what I wanted to be. I let their words become me. All their words. I let them dictate the person I became. I kept the real me to myself after so many years of their hatred for that person. I let little bits of my soul break away and die to keep their torment to a minimum. I learned to not rock the boat, just keep my head down and do as I was told. I was the party crasher on their life that never left. Until I shocked them when I did. Out on my own, I wasn’t as strong as I thought I was. I settled for the first “nice guy” to come along. That quickly fizzled out after a shotgun wedding. After a year alone I met Prince Charming #2 at a backyard BBQ. I didn’t know my jerk radar was still broken. Then out of nowhere, the one I had always thought was a jerk turned out to surprisingly be my Prince Charming. Being the man, I need in my life. He became everything I needed, and everything I didn’t know I wanted. Allowing me to grow and blossom as a person which inspires him to do the same. And we live happily ever after.

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Yang diinginkan Anya adalah menikmati hidupnya dengan tenang setelah banyak kejadian yang membuatnya takut pada pria, terkecuali pada Ayah dan saudaranya. Tapi semua berubah setelah Sean datang kembali ke hidupnya dan memporak-porandakan kehidupan tenangnya dan memicu kembali trauma yang telah ia tutupi hingga membuatnya menjadi seperti saat ini. "You miss me? Sudah lama kita tidak bertemu, how are you?" tanya Sean sambil menghimpit tubuh kurus Anya ke dinding lift, hanya ada mereka berdua saja di sana. "In your dream!" maki Anya sembari mendorong tubuh Sean menjauh meski hal itu sia-sia. "Really? Tapi sepertinya hatimu tidak sama dengan bibirmu yang manis itu," ujar Sean dengan seringai mengerikan di bibirnya.

My husband’s friend’s widow uploaded a picture of her pregnancy report. [Thank you for letting me have my own baby.] I responded with a question mark when I saw Jake Green, my husband’s name, in the husband column. Jake immediately called me to yell at me. “She’s a widow and is living alone. All she wants is to have a baby to keep her company and give her life a little more cheer. How could you not show her even this bit of pity? “You know that Henry is my friend. It’s only right for me to take care of his wife after he died! This is called friendship, don’t you understand?!” Soon, Henry’s widow uploaded a photo of a loft apartment. [Thank goodness you’re by my side to let me experience the warmth of a family again.] When I saw Jake busying himself in the kitchen in the photo, I thought it was time to end the marriage.