Contoh Photo Booth Wedding

Setengah kilo nasi aking untuk anakku adalah novel tentang kehidupan sebuah keluarga yang hidup digaris kemiskinan. setelah sang suami harus diberhentikan dari pekerjaannya, mereka benar-benar terpuruk. Dan mereka bekerja serabutan. Hardi, lelaki yang telah membersamainya selama hampir kurang kebih tujuh tahun bekerja sebagai kuli cangkul disawah. sedangkan Hanum tak pernah tinggal diam. Ia membantu mencari uang sebagai buruh cuci setrika dari rumah kerumah. Meskipun kehidupan mereka pas-pasan, namun keluarga mereka adalah contoh keluarga bahagia. selalu bersyukur dan tak pernah mengeluh sedikitpun. Mereka menjalani hari-hari dengan penuh kebahagiaan. Namun ... kebahagiaan Hanum tak berlangsung lama. Disinilah awal dari semua penderitaan yang dialami oleh Hanum dan kedua Anaknya ...! Penderitaan yang bagaimana yang dialami oleh Hanum ...? Yuk ikuti kisah selanjutnya ... !

Jessica Jones is a rich and independent woman, who is having problems dealing with her past and the weight of fame in adulthood. During a photo shoot, she is in love with a shy and very handsome man, starting a romance full of adventures, hot scenes and love at first sight.

Lucas De Leon, a famous photographer went hiatus and decided to go on vacation on a secluded place where he met Katie Fernandez, an orphan girl that he met on beach. As he captured her photo, she also captured his heart.

Three years into our marriage, Rylan Shaw brings another woman home. "Maeve, you should learn from the younger ladies. Stop acting like a block of wood all the time." With a calm resolve, I shatter our wedding photo and hand him the divorce papers I've long prepared. "Let's get divorced, Rylan. I'll step aside for her," I declare. His friends insist that without him, I'll starve on the streets. Rylan believes the same. "Once she's suffered enough out there, she'll realize how lucky she was to be Mrs. Shaw." But a week passes, then a month—and I never return. That's when Rylan begins to grow uneasy. Panic and restless nights consume him. One evening, drunk and desperate, he pounds on the door of my new apartment. "Maeve, if it's money you want, I'll give it all to you…" The door swings open to reveal an unfamiliar man—bare-chested, pajama pants hanging low, fresh scratches streaking his abdomen. Jonah Archer arches a brow, dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes as he asks, "Mr. Shaw, what madness brings you to my wife's door in the middle of the night?"

On their third wedding anniversary, Clark Summer gifted his wife a diamond necklace named "Love Nyla," broadcasting his devotion to the world. But while the public swooned, Nyla sat alone in their empty home, staring at a photo sent by a stranger: her husband’s new secretary, Jordyn, wearing that same necklace, tangled in Clark’s arms. For three years, Nyla had been the perfect, submissive wife. In return, she received betrayal, humiliation from her mother-in-law, and Clark’s sickening justification that his affair was merely a "physical necessity" while he still loved her. He believed Nyla was trapped, tethered to him by her father’s astronomical medical bills. He thought she would swallow the insults and raise his mistress's child. He was wrong. Selling their mansion, gathering evidence, and delivering irrefutable proof of her infidelity… Nera turned and left, donning a white lab coat instead of an apron, transforming overnight into a top-tier pharmaceutical researcher who had astonished the industry. When Clark, with belated repentance and red-eyed pleading for her return, saw his icy ex-wife being gently embraced by his uncle Damon, he saw the aloof man before him. The superior man coldly glanced at his nephew, his voice low and dangerous: "What are you calling 'wife'? Call her 'auntie'."

There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one burned on our anniversary—he bailed to wait outside Louise's flower shop, just to walk her home. Letter thirty-four? He left me stranded in a dangerous hunting ground to keep her company. Said she was scared of the dark. Fifty-two? Torched the second he replaced our wedding photo with some sketch she made on. ... And when the ninety-ninth turned to ash, so did whatever was left of us. I walked away. For good.

Even though this is my eighth time proposing to Beverly Galvan, she still coldly turns me down again. She says that she isn't ready yet and that she needs more time. Since that's the case, I tell myself I will wait as long as it takes. That's when I see it—her and my brother's marriage certificate, posted for everyone to see on her social media. When I question her about it, she merely says in a calm voice, "Timothy's unwell. He can't get too upset, so you'd better not start anything!" They are wearing wedding rings in that photo, and there is a barely visible bump on her belly. In that moment, the storm within me dissipates. Hitting the like button on the post, I type out a comment. "I wish you both a lifetime of joy. May the two of you grow old together!" A year later, a desperate-looking Beverly shows up in front of me, begging that we get back together. Unfortunately for her, her best friend, who was clearly pregnant, steps in with a smile and pushes her aside. "Give it a rest, will you? My husband already has a wife. We can have kids of our own. There's no need for him to be someone's fallback guy."

La veuve du meilleur ami de mon mari a publié une photo de son test de grossesse. « Merci pour ton sperme, grâce à toi, j'aurai enfin mon propre bébé. » En voyant le nom de mon mari, Yann Guérin, inscrit dans la case « père », j'ai simplement commenté avec un point d'interrogation. Il m'a aussitôt appelée, furieux. « Elle est veuve, elle vit seule et triste, elle veut juste un enfant pour lui tenir compagnie. Tu pourrais au moins avoir un peu de compassion, non ? » « Et puis, Eliott Sorel était mon meilleur pote. Il est mort, c'est normal que je prenne soin de sa femme. Ça s'appelle avoir de la loyauté, tu connais ce mot au moins ? » Peu de temps après, cette même veuve a encore publié une photo – cette fois-ci, d'un grand appartement de luxe dans la résidence Montclair. « Heureusement que tu es à mes côtés. Grâce à toi, j'ai retrouvé la chaleur d'un vrai foyer. » En regardant la silhouette de Yann occupé dans la cuisine sur la photo, je me suis dit : Il est temps de mettre fin à ce mariage.

Soon after I came back to the country, someone slapped me right across the face in broad daylight, yelling that I was a mistress. A crowd of reporters closed in, pelting me with questions about whether Chandler Armstrong, CEO of Armstrong Industries, was keeping me as his mistress. I was stunned speechless for a moment, but then I pulled out my wedding photo with Chandler from seven years ago and held it up. "What are you talking about? I'm his wife!" The crowd went silent, and the woman who'd slapped me turned white as a sheet. Only then did I finally get it: while I'd been overseas, Chandler had been openly involved with an actress, and everyone in his social circle had already decided she was the future Mrs. Armstrong. Today, they all came expecting to confront a mistress—only to find out that I was actually his wife. Later, Chandler tried to justify it. "Alina, you've been out of the country for years. I'm a man, and I have needs. She's just a B-list actress; it's not like she threatens your position. Why should you be upset? Just let it go," he said. "Don't make a scene." I handed him the divorce papers. "You make me sick."

Anya, seorang peramal tarot berusia 22 tahun, menjalani hari-harinya dengan penuh kejutan dari klien-kliennya, baik yang datang langsung maupun konsultasi online. Kehidupannya berubah ketika ia mengikuti event Imlek dan membuka booth tarot. Di sana, ia bertemu dengan El, seorang pria asal Singapura berusia 34 tahun. Setelah sesi konsultasi, El mencium tangannya dengan lembut dan berjanji akan kembali setelah urusannya selesai di Singapura. Momen itu begitu menggetarkan hati Anya, bahkan mendapatkan vision aneh. Setelah event berakhir, nomor asing mengiriminya WhatsApp—ternyata El, yang menemukan nomor Anya dari kartu nama di booth. Sementara itu, pekerjaannya sebagai peramal tarot semakin menarik ketika ia harus membaca kartu untuk kliennya. Namun, sebuah fakta mengejutkan muncul. Saat iseng mencari nama lengkap El di Google, Anya menemukan bahwa El pernah terlibat kasus hukum—dituduh menyiksa ART yang diduga meracuni minumannya. Hal ini membuatnya ragu, apakah perasaannya pada El hanya sebatas fantasi atau benar-benar sesuatu yang bisa ia harapkan. Di sisi lain, Reza, karyawan kafe yang sering menggodanya, semakin agresif mendekati Anya. Dia bahkan membayar untuk diramal secara profesional, menunjukkan keseriusannya. Godaan dari Reza semakin menjadi. Anya mulai bimbang. Apakah harus menunggu El, pria misterius dengan masa lalu yang meragukan? Ataukah ia harus memberi kesempatan pada Reza, pria yang nyata di hadapannya? Ketika seorang pria datang untuk konsultasi bisnis restoran keluarga dan fotografi, Anya malah ditawari membuka booth tarot di restoran ibunya. Selain tawaran ini, yang juga mengejutkan, Reza bukan sekadar barista biasa, melainkan anak pemilik restoran dan pewaris banyak perusahaan besar. Meskipun Anya mulai membuka diri, ia tetap dibuat terkejut ketika mengetahui bahwa Reza ternyata tinggal di apartemen yang sama dengannya—hanya beda dua lantai! Kini, dengan semakin banyaknya keterikatan antara dirinya dan Reza, serta misteri yang masih menggantung soal El, apakah Anya siap menghadapi babak baru dalam kehidupannya? Setiap hari ada kisah seru dan terkadang menggairahkan dengan banyak klien yang berkonsultasi.