Dabda Grief Stages

Ada empat tahap dalam menghadapi duka: penolakan, kemarahan, depresi, dan penerimaan. Setiap orang berjuang dengan cara yang berbeda, dan tak semua bisa melewati tahap terakhir dengan sempurna. Juliette, setelah lima tahun berpisah dari tunangannya, Farley, merasa seolah hidupnya mulai kembali menemukan ritme saat mereka memutuskan untuk bertemu lagi. Pertemuan itu seolah sinar matahari yang menembus celah dedaunan menjelang petang. Tapi kebahagiaan itu hanya bertahan sesaat. Keesokan harinya, sesuatu yang aneh mulai terjadi. Setiap orang yang ia temui, mulai dari teman hingga keluarganya, memberikan respon seolah pertemuan itu bukanlah suatu hal yang patut dijadikan kebahagiaan. "Kenapa mereka semua bersikap begitu?" pikir Juliette, tak mengerti apa yang terjadi di sekitarnya. Apa yang sebenarnya tersembunyi di balik pertemuan mereka? Apakah Farley memang benar-benar kembali untuknya, atau ada rahasia yang lebih gelap yang menyelimuti masa lalu mereka? Perjalanan Juliette dalam menghadapi kenangan yang hilang dan kebenaran yang terpendam membawanya pada sebuah pencarian, di mana duka bukan hanya tentang kehilangan, tetapi juga tentang menemukan kembali bagian dari dirinya yang terlupakan.

After being suspected of killing someone, an innocent lady found herself running away from the furious man in order to hide from his wrath. People describe Fortunate Agony Fariscal as an epitome of gentleness and serenity who belongs to a well-known family. She has everything she needs in life but her vulnerable heart can't stop dreaming for more. While she's pursuing her dreams, her heart is fighting for her cousin's bodyguard even his world was different from her life. She did her best to know him better. Naging magkalapit sila ng lalaki at nagkamabutihan sa kabila ng agwat ng kanilang pamumuhay at magkaibang pananaw. Everything went smoothly not until the incident happened. All of her efforts and sacrifices crashed into pieces... including his promises. Will their hearts aim for bliss through ignorance or should their world collide again for justice?

Eight years into marriage, and Fabian's mom finally gave me and my son her stamp of approval. Invited us to spend Christmas in his hometown. My son—Luca--and I were hyped. We picked out a gift for her and hit the road with Fabian. Right as we pulled into the village, Fabian's old friend called—crying, claiming she'd crashed her car. Fabian panicked. Left me and Luca in some random snowy mountain town and sped off. It was pitch black. Snow dumping down. Then Luca screamed. He'd stepped on a trap and dropped into a pit. Blood everywhere. I called Fabian, totally panicked. He goes, "Stella, Roxana's in a wreck. I need to be with her. Stop making everything a competition." Then he hung up. Blocked me. No time to fall apart. I wiped my face, called an ambulance. Too far out. By the time they got there, Luca was already gone. Cold. Broken. Gone. I held him and screamed until my lungs gave out. Meanwhile, Roxana's posting in the social media. All smiles in Fabian's arms. His face soft. Loving. [Highway jam turned into truth or dare. One word—"accident"—and he came flying. So happy.] I exhaled. Tagged Fabian. [Let's get a divorce.] This joke of a marriage should've ended forever ago.

Elijah Black was born to lead. He is the alpha heir, a billionaire empire builder, and a man whose wolf once roared with purpose. But when his fated mate died, the bond shattered, and so did he. His wolf went silent. Elijah stopped shifting, stopped living, and forced himself into a grief support group in the basement of St. Catherine’s Church because disappearing into the sorrow of strangers felt easier than facing his own. Then Jaxon Reed walks in, late, loud, and chaotic, completely out of place in a room full of mourning hearts. He does not claim to grieve a person, but instead the version of himself he destroyed. He lies with charm, performs with reckless humor, and unsettles everyone, especially Elijah. Elijah wants to hate him, but his wolf wants to chase him. Jaxon wants to vanish, but his smile refuses to leave. Their connection is electric. It is grief meeting chaos, discipline clashing with wild instinct. Elijah is pulled back to life against his will, and Jaxon is seen for the first time in years. But Elijah’s world is not human, and Jaxon’s past is far from harmless. As the tension between them grows, both men must confront a truth neither is ready to name. What happens when the alpha who refuses to shift meets the man whose very existence wakes the wolf inside him? The answer will change everything, if they survive long enough to face it.

"That demon took my dignity, and he will never be able to get it back even if the payment is death." —Amelia. A mistaken prostitute. A billionaire who raped her. And a story of chase. Daughter of a famous company owner, Amelia Raine Salvador. Pagka tapos pumanaw ng kaniyang ina ay muling nag asawa ang kaniyang ama, dahilan para magalit siya ng tuluyan sa mundo dahil ang ugali ng bagong asawa ng kaniyang ama ay malayong malayo sa ugali ng kaniyang pumanaw na ina. Despite being famous for being a womanizer and cold hearted, Chase Santiago still gets everything he wants with his money and power. One day, Amelia lost her way so she came to Chase house to ask for help. He mistaken her as a prostitute and raped her because he was drugged by his enemies. Nalaman ni Amelia na siya ay nag dadalang tao kaya nag madali siyang pumunta ng ibang bansa. When she returned with her twins, Amelia did not expect that she and Chase would meet again, and in their second meeting, Chase still thought she was a prostitute. Nalaman ni Chase ang tungkol sa twins, naging malapit siya sa mga ito ngunit binalaan siya ni Amelia na lumayo siya sa kanilang buhay. But one day, Amelia's ex-fiancé arrives, asking her to come back to his life. There are still many questions in Amelia's mind, was her decision to return right? Or how can she ignore that she is starting to like Chase? Will she confess her feelings or will she just bury it in oblivion because just like the moment her mother left her, she was destined to be alone forever.

My CEO husband bribed the doctor to take the heart that was meant for our daughter and give it to his childhood sweetheart’s daughter instead. That same day, my daughter suffered a heart attack and died in my arms. Meanwhile, his sweetheart’s daughter’s surgery was a success. My husband was so overjoyed that he gave bonuses to the entire company. My rage and grief were too much—I coughed up blood on the spot. The doctor later confirmed my worst fear: I was already in the late stages of leukemia. I didn’t have much time left. Holding my daughter’s urn, I wandered home in a daze. My husband? He took his childhood sweetheart and her daughter on a trip around the world to celebrate a new life.

Jack immigrated to an equal world and locked on to a Judge System that gave compensations to rebuffing evil. Subsequently, an Adjudicator of Death who remained exempt from the rules that everyone else follows was consequently conceived. A livestream channel named Deathstream Channel subsequently showed up in different major livestream stages, with an appointed authority's pen and a Death Notice shipped off each lawbreaker.

After five years of marriage, the doctor told me I was pregnant. It was something I had waited for so long. Yet, along with that good news came a nightmare. My medical tests showed that I had cancer, and it had already spread. The doctor gave me less than a month to live. I froze, gripping the report so tightly my knuckles turned white. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about how my unborn child would never get to feel a mother's embrace. My grief was interrupted by the ping of an incoming text message. It was from Mom. [Since you're so selfish and refuse to donate a kidney to save Nattie's life, you should divorce Davon. Let him marry Nattie instead. At least that way, you can fulfill her dying wish.] My tears fell harder. It was not that I refused to donate a kidney to Natalie Rivera, my sister, who was in the final stages of kidney disease. In truth, I only had one kidney left. Five years ago, I had already given one to Dad. Now, with my life counting down to its final days, I decided that I would donate my remaining kidney to Natalie. I would also let my husband, Davon Parker, go with her. Before I went into surgery, my parents praised me for finally being thoughtful, saying I had finally learned to care about my sister. They said that once the surgery was over, the whole family would go on vacation together. Davon even said he was proud that I was no longer selfish and promised he would make it up to me in the future. None of them knew I did not have a future. After the surgery, what would be pushed out of the operating room would be a cold, lifeless body.

In the late stages of her pregnancy, my wife slipped away into the mountains with her childhood sweetheart, seeking some reckless thrill under the open sky. Fate, however, had other plans. She suffered a massive hemorrhage, and the two were rushed to the hospital. As a doctor, I took one glance at her condition and instructed the nurse to prepare for the cremation. In my previous life, I had risked everything to save her. On that very operating table, she and the child inside her perished together. Her childhood sweetheart, overcome with grief and fury, rallied others to accuse me of seeking personal revenge. Their rage was relentless, and they broke my hands. "A butcher like you, without medical ethics, deserves nothing less than eternal damnation!" they shouted, their words burning like brands on my soul. Yet I distinctly remembered—the surgery had been a success. Her vital signs had stabilized. Clinging to hope, I begged my in-laws to conduct an autopsy, to uncover the truth buried beneath the accusations. Instead, they called the police, who swiftly charged me with performing surgery under the influence of alcohol. Stripped of my rights, I was thrown into prison, where suffering became my only companion. Years later, upon release, I stumbled across a sight that tore what was left of my heart to shreds—my wife, alive and well, behind the wheel of a luxury car, accompanied by her childhood sweetheart and their child, living off the fortune I had worked tirelessly to build. Their betrayal didn't end there. Coldly and methodically, they lured me into a trap, casting me into a cement mixer to erase every trace of my existence. When I next opened my eyes, time had rewound itself. I was back on that fateful day, the one when her hemorrhage began.

When I was in the early stages of brain cancer, my parents begged me to give my sister one of my kidneys. They also told me to give them the money I had saved for my treatment. When my sister left the hospital, it was her birthday. My parents threw her a party while I lay in a hospital bed trying to get better. Later, when my mom found out I had late-stage brain cancer, she begged my sister to give me a kidney. My sister said no. So, on the day of my funeral, my mom buried both of her kidneys with me.