Cinta Dan Dilema Novels & Stories

The bond that tied me to the hybrid girl, inseparably. I focused on it. The thread trembled—weak as a spider’s strand—yet it existed. I understood it to be the last remnant of Sadira’s life force, the piece she couldn’t give away, the one that clung to life alone. I immersed myself in the bond. I didn’t use my demonic power, but the oldest energy demons can share through love and blood: pure life-essence. I closed my eyes and channeled all my fury, all my pain, and what remained of the energy Sadira had given me into the bond.

Believe in my trust that Brett too, will find time to notice me. After all, he’s human. And there is no harm in loving people. But it goes on fine until you know that the other person in the relationship is willing to build and progress with you. But, in my case, only one of us is willing. And the other hates me. ~♡~ After the little talk with Sapphire, I completed my work and reached the library. That’s where Brett and I decided to meet for our history assignment.

My heart was filled with joy and satisfaction but my mind kept telling me that I shouldn't get my hopes up. Melina bowed her head in defeat. She stood there for a few seconds with me still holding her hands and observing her actions. It hurt my heart to see her like this. She is always so proud and dignified! I came closer to her. Our faces were inches apart and our eyes were locked. I couldn't resist her sweet lips anymore...

She needed to stand up for herself and hold her ground. "Release me, then, Damien; free me from this endless torture, and that way we can both rest; we can move on from each other and start all over again." Aella countered. "I know that is what you want, Aella, and for that reason I will never grant you that wish of yours; we are both going to suffer together until the very end. You want to move on, huh? Start afresh and forget me, leaving me in pain. Huh, never. If you have any thoughts about divorce in your mind, I suggest you start to do away with it because it's never going to happen." Damien declared.

I know it sounds funny but this was true, she was gang raped and here I was raped by my own husband who was seemed basically she was in the most horrible situation than me, but it didn't mean my pain is not painful. I stared into the dark, her words echoing in my mind, looping over and over until they filled every corner of my thoughts. I didn’t scream at Daliah. I wanted to—I wanted to unleash the anger boiling inside me. But I knew better. With some people, arguing is like trying to fill a stone with feeling. It gets you nowhere. Daliah’s words settled like poison, seeping into every thought I had, disturbing any rest I’d hoped for. I lay there, wide awake, watching the clock crawl past mi

As far as this story is concerned, I can never have Jamal. The gravity of what that Sarafina girl did for him was beyond what I could imagine... She was in love with, probably still in love with him because love doesn't fade in a day. Jamal himself must have felt something close to love to her even when he was cursed, she was the only one he opened up to. And even now that he lost his memories, the sizzling attraction between the two of them cannot go unnoticed. Is this fate? Should I leave? But I never back down. I want Jamal but I know I can't have him as long as Sarafina is still in the picture, without his memories she still has him wrapped around her finger but without his memories too

Since college, they have always been together. Since college, they have always been together. Their introduction during the Real Work College (KKN) continued into a lover relationship that has lasted until now. Genta is caring, gentle and loves Kaylila so much, makes Kaylila to bend her knees and return Genta's love. Genta a campus star, she studied Accounting major, while Kaylila majored in Psychology. Friends say that Kaylila and Genta are matched and compatible. And every time you meet friends, only one question is always asked, “When did you guys get married? Don't be too late, you will be carried away by the wind!” Kaylila always answered that question with a smile.

You had an affair during your marriage, lavished me with gifts, and reveled in my affection. "You said your husband lacked emotional value, and I was the one you truly loved. You seduced me, slept with me, and even talked about having a child with me! Even this wedding was something you forced your husband to arrange for us, wasn’t it? How dare you blame it all on me!" Sean screamed in a hoarse voice, “You seduced me! I have the videos! Whether you admit it or not, you have no choice but to face the truth!”

My friend elaborated, "And now, Charlotte's refusing to pay him back. She claims he footed her bills voluntarily. Jonathan took desperate measures and consulted a litigator. "The case could very well end up in court. Still, who knows if it's enough to make Charlotte cough up the money?" After hanging up, I stared out the window at the well-lit, bustling streets below. I was surrounded by skyscrapers, and beyond the glass laid the bright cityscape. I once believed that intellects were pure of heart, but it seemed some of them were vile and reaped pathetic ends.

I girl I wished to be. I paid in cash. I didn't want my transfers to be tracked. By the time I got to the room, the shock started wearing off. And that’s when the anger crawled in. Not at Alexei. Not even at Irina. At Vladimir. Because love—if that’s what this was—wasn’t supposed to feel like control. Or silence. Or protection that looked too much like possession. He lied to me, and it was worse than anything Alexie could have done.