Cool Down Song Kolohe Kai

Caroline Shenton had been the unwavering presence by Evan Jordan's side for the longest time. In the sprawling city of Angelbay, she was believed to be the treasured queen of the enigmatic third scion of the Jordan family, an untouchable and sacred beauty. Yet, deep down, Caroline knew she was merely a substitute, a stand-in for his one true love.On the day he finally found his true love, Evan callously discarded Carolynn like a worn-out shoe. Feeling disheartened and disillusioned, her spirit grew cold, and with her unborn child, she chose to forge a new path far away.Little did she know, Evan descended into madness, oblivious to the fact that the one he had spent a decade searching for, his true love, had been right by his side all along...

“Jatuh cinta dengan cowok tukang modus atau cowok PHP (Pemberi Harapan Palsu)? Itu tak boleh terjadi.” Sayangnya prinsip tersebut tak mampu dipertahankan Masayu dalam kisah percintaannya. Cewek dingin yang dikenal ahli membuat batasan dengan lawan jenis itu tak bisa mencegah perasaannya untuk tak tertarik dengan cowok bernama Bayu. "Sadar! Gunakan akal sehatmu! ... Kepastian? Kamu ngarepin kepastian sama cowok seperti itu? Bener-bener salah sasaran.” *** Tahun demi tahun berlalu, Masayu masih menunggu Bayu. Disisi lain Aji, ketua angkatan dan mahasiswa paling aktif di kampus tiba-tiba bersikap super perhatian dan super manis pada cewek dingin itu. Masayu mendadak populer dan jadi bahan perbincangan karenanya. Tapi ucapan dan sikap Aji yang mengambang, selalu membuat Masayu bimbang. Dua cowok itu pun membuatnya pusing dalam menentukan pilihan. *** Pada akhirnya, siapakah yang akan dipilih Masayu? Bayu, cowok terkeren di sekolah kakaknya yang telah menjadi cinta pertamanya? Atau Aji, cowok populer di kampus yang selalu berusaha mencari perhatiannya? *** Sebuah kisah yang membuat hati berdebar-debar, berbunga-bunga, terbawa perasaan, geregetan, kesal, benci, hingga rindu, yang disuguhkan dalam komedi seru.

I dropped my car off for maintenance at the service center. When it was finished, I told the staff to put it on the tab of my cousin, who ran the shop. The staff member nodded and started to process it, but then the female manager stepped in. "We don't do tabs here. You've got to pay up now," she said, slapping the bill down right in front of me. Premium Diagnostic Scan: $80,000 Exhaust System Sound Enhancement: $100,000 Engine Harmony Calibration: $100,000 Total: $280,000. I laughed at the absurdity. Since when did my cousin start running a rip-off operation? The manager crossed her arms and gave me a snooty once-over. "Always trying to mooch off Chad. I've seen plenty of broke relatives like you. If you can't swing it, don't act like you can." Unwilling to argue with her, I pulled out my phone and called my cousin. "You have ten minutes to fire the manager, or your shop is finished."

Late one night after getting off work, I was scrolling through my company group chat when a colleague shared a piece of news. The headline was horrifying. "Night-Shift Courier Murdered During Delivery, Police Suspect Robbery." I zoomed in on the crime scene photo that had been partially pixelated, and a chill ran straight down my spine. Lying in a pool of blood, the courier who had been hacked to death was unmistakably me. I had scrolled into news of my own death. Almost at the same time, my delivery app began vibrating violently. "Urgent pickup! Destination: Unit 704 Hawthorne Ridge Apartments, Building 7. Time limit: 15 minutes. Penalty for timeout: Death." As I stared at the notification that read "Pickup failed three times", the searing pain of my brutal death surged through my body. So that was it. I had already died three times. When I forced open the half-closed security door of 704 for the fourth time, a thin delivery envelope lay quietly inside. I tore it open. A photograph slipped out. It was a picture of my dismembered body. The timestamp showed tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. On the back was a single line written in fresh blood: "Next time, remember to pick it up on time." At that moment, the red indicator light on the hallway surveillance camera suddenly went dark. I looked up. From the ventilation opening in the exact same spot, a single eye was staring straight at me. The mole at the corner of that eye was identical to mine.

My mom, Allison Ramsey, runs an adult store. One day, I'm so tired that I doze off inside, only to end up accidentally trapped in one of those pleasure beds. When Mr. Palmer from next door walks in, he mistakes me for the store's latest doll and proceeds to pull down my hot pants.

A client splashes water in my face. I'm trembling as I endure his insults and mockery while Wayne Gale stands and watches calmly. His arm is around his assistant as he says, "I can't believe you're incapable of handling such a menial task, Georgina. My company doesn't need useless staff!" I wipe the water from my face and down my drink. Then, I fill it again and splash the client back. Whoever wants this job can have it. I quit!

After eighteen years of wandering alone, I looked like a tomboy covered in dirt when I was found and brought home. Just as I was about to shower, there was a loud scream in the bathroom. The fake heiress rushed out. She pushed me down before she threw herself into Mom’s arms and cried. “He… He peeped on me while I was showering. He even tried to touch me inappropriately!” Mom was furious, and Dad raised his arm to punch me. My brother was so enraged that he even wanted to throw me out! However, I was a girl! Did they forget that the child they lost was a girl?

A week after my engagement, I was delivered an unusual engagement gift. My phone chimed. I glanced down and saw a push notification from a social app. [Fell in love with a female livestreamer right before my engagement. I feel guilty toward my older girlfriend who's about to become my fiancée—how should I deal with this?] The user ID was "SimonLovesClaire." The profile picture showed a melancholy side view of a man wrapped in a gray scarf. I recognized him instantly. It was my fiancé, Simon Aldrich. That limited-edition scarf was the birthday gift I had given him last year.

My mother was a traitor. To my pack, I am no better. I'm used to being overlooked. I've been unwanted from the time I was born, and my pack, River Crest, made it abundantly clear every chance they could that I was not welcome. No one and nowhere was safe. I've spent my entire life alone, with no family, no friends, and now, no mate. At 24 years old, unmated and unwanted, I've accepted that I must be one of the mateless. Wretched, forsaken wolves who are cursed to live out their lives alone. Or worse. The legends and histories claim that being a mateless wolf is worse than death. They suggest choosing a mate and forming a bond before madness sets in or the pack rejects me. But I've been rejected. I'm used to the feeling. I thrive in it. Because the more they push me away, the less pain and humiliation I have to face. If I can make it another year unmated, I could face banishment, and I'll finally be free. That's my goal. And I'll be damned if I let anyone get in my way. Even my mate.  

I was Randy Johnson's contract wife. For five years, I tried every possible way to make him fall in love with me. But aside from showing me concern in bed, he ignored me the rest of the time. When a piece of equipment at the amusement park fell and struck me, the first thing he did was rush to his beloved first love. She was startled but unscathed. Yet, he rushed her straight to the hospital. When a towering cake display collapsed on me, leaving blood streaming down my arm, he still chose to comfort his first love, who merely had a stomachache. Since he loved her so deeply, there was no reason for me, his contract wife, to stay. So I let him go and freed myself in the process. I chose to study abroad, vowing never to see him again for the rest of my life. I never expected… this time, he would be the one to regret it.