Death Note Naomi

Alex and Naomi are a couple who have built a romantic relationship in the past. Their love did not run smoothly because Alex started their love affair at stake with his friends. After he was done making Naomi love him, he ends up slept with her. In addition, he even shared their indecent photos with his friends. Inadvertently, Naomi finds out everything and chose to dump Alex before she gets dumped by him. When Naomi left him, Alex began to regret and realized the seeds of love were starting to take root in him. Time passed and in the end, the two met in an unexpected situation. And after an encounter with Naomi, Alex intent to use this opportunity to prove himself to Naomi that he has changed and wanted to return to the times when they were together. Will Alex be able to soften Naomi's ice wall? And will Naomi be able to trust her ex-lover who has hurt her in the past?

The Luther Pack believed that the mate bond between twin sisters and twin Alphas was the greatest blessing from the Moon Goddess. Up until I was seven months pregnant, I never doubted that belief. Everything changed when I was kidnapped by the Cassa Pack, the Luther Pack’s sworn enemy. Meanwhile, my mate was busy performing a blessing ritual for the pup of his puphood sweetheart. He ignored my eighth attempt at mindlinking him and severed the connection entirely by the ninth. Kaden’s actions enraged the Cassa Pack’s Alpha, who fired rounds of silver-coated bullets into my belly. My wolf howled in agony while my unborn pup was killed instantly. The silver poison destroyed my ability to heal, and the loss of my pup drained me of all will to live. At the brink of death, my sister, Lucia, found me. In a desperate bid to save me, she crashed into my abductors and perished with them in the resulting explosion. I had no time to grieve, nor did I reach out to our mates. Silently, I erased all traces of our existence within the pack and built a grave for Lucia and me in the Dark Forest. I was dying. Once I completed this final task, I could join my sister. Even after my death, our mates assumed we were merely acting out of jealousy. They had no idea that their mates and pup were already six feet underground.

My husband forces me to donate my remaining kidney to his true love. He wants to save her from death by uremia. I try to tell him that I have kidney failure—I'll die if I donate my kidney. However, he roars, "Stop playing your jealous games when Shawna is so gravely ill! Don't you have a heart?" Under his forcefulness, I'm taken to the hospital to get my kidney removed. Ultimately, I die in a corner of the hospital.

Naomi Milano mencintai Clay Harison selama sepuluh tahun, tetapi Clay malah membakarnya hidup-hidup demi wanita selingkuhannya.Selama ini Clay memperlakukan Naomi seperti pelayan. Keluarga Harison adalah konglomerat, tetapi pernikahan tidak akan bisa mengubah status Naomi. Hingga suatu hari, Naomi melayangkan gugatan cerai ...."Kamu minta cerai?" Clay bertanya dengan angguh. Dia yakin Naomi tidak akan bisa bertahan hidup tanpa dirinya."Bukannya kamu mengharapkan kematianku agar kamu bisa menikahi selingkuhanmu? Aku akan mengabulkannya!" Naomi menyeringai sinis. "Clay, aku tidak mau hidup sebagai orang buta lagi."Takdir memberikan Naomi kesempatan untuk terlahir kembali. Dia menceraikan suaminya dan memberikan pelajaran kepada wanita yang telah menghancurkan rumah tangganya.Wartawan bertanya kepada Naomi di hari pembukaan perusahaan, "Dengar-dengar Anda yang menggugat cerai? Apa alasan Anda meminta cerai?"Naomi menjawab dengan tenang, "Merelakan."Kebakaran itu telah membunuh semua cinta Naomi kepada Clay.Jika dilihat ke belakang, sepuluh tahun ini hanyalah sebuah kebohongan yang digunakan untuk membelenggu Naomi.

My family has always considered me a harbinger of misfortune. It's all because I can see a countdown to my relatives' deaths. I tell them when my grandfather, father, and mother will die. It all comes true due to various accidents. My three brothers hate me to the core because they think I cursed my parents and grandfather. My mother actually dies after giving birth to my younger sister, but my brothers dote on her to no end. They say she's their lucky star because everything goes well for the family after she's born. But didn't Mom die while giving birth to her? On my 18th birthday, I see my death countdown when I look at myself in the mirror. I buy an urn I like and prepare a meal. I want to have one last meal with my brothers, but none of them show up even when the timer hits zero…

Naomi rela menjadi penjilat Owen selama tiga tahun hingga tidak punya harga diri lagi dan mencintainya tanpa batas. Namun, dalam hati Owen, Naomi hanyalah sebuah pilihan cadangan yang tidak penting. Semua orang di Kota Lordus tahu kalau wanita yang dicintai Owen adalah Rochelle, sementara Naomi hanyalah pengganti murahan saja. Di saat malam pernikahan mereka, Naomi diculik dan disiksa selama tiga hari tiga malam, Owen tidak hanya menolak untuk membayar tebusan, bahkan berbahagia dengan mantannya di pesta pernikahan mereka. Di detik itulah Naomi baru sadar akan semuanya. Naomi terlahir kembali di pesta pertunangan tiga tahun lalu, di mana Owen meninggalkannya untuk menemui mantan terindah yang mau bunuh diri. Semua orang mentertawakan Naomi. Akan tetapi, Naomi tidak mempermasalahkannya, dia malah langsung mengumumkan untuk batal tunangan dengan alasan Owen disfungsi seksual. Seluruh dunia maya menjadi sangat heboh. Owen yang membenci Naomi pun langsung menahannya di dinding sambil berkata, "Naomi, apakah munafik itu menyenangkan?" "Pak Owen, apakah ada yang pernah mengataimu nggak tahu malu?"

My sister was the golden child, the pride of our family, but she had a rare blood disorder that required treatments costing thousands every month. To keep her alive, I became her personal blood donor, working nonstop to pay for her care and delivering food all day and night. But one day, she nearly died from hemorrhaging after trying to abort a pregnancy. That’s when I learned the child she was carrying belonged to my boyfriend. When I confronted him, he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he dragged me to the operating table himself. “You were born to be her blood bank. Dying for her? It’s the best thing you’ll ever do.” I was left there, bleeding out, my life slipping away with every drop. But as death closed in, something changed. The people who once hoped I’d disappear—the ones who used me, betrayed me—they all began to unravel, losing their insanity.

Six years after donating my heart to my wife, she destroyed the last of my family. Over those six years, she ended my mother’s treatment, letting her die slowly in agony. She deliberately caused a car accident that shattered my father’s spine, forcing him to watch my mother die while trapped in a paralyzed body. Even our daughter was not spared—locked away in a pitch-black basement, she starved to death alone. She did all of this for one reason: to force me—the heartless, faithless man she believed I was—to reveal myself. But during those six years, the love I once had for her turned into boundless hatred. I refused to let my soul dissipate. I stayed—waiting for the day she would learn the truth, and collapse under the weight of her regret.

My younger sister and I were born twins, yet from the very beginning, our parents had zero fondness for me. My sister was the family's good-luck charm, while I was hailed as the harbinger of misfortune. I was blamed for every calamity, while she got all the credit for every blessing. Even after my death, I heard them say, "If we had abandoned her at birth, or even ended her life then, none of this would have happened." I had once tried desperately to win their approval, only to be met with cold indifference. When I finally secured a coveted civil service post, they celebrated me for the first time in my life. I naively believed that I had been acknowledged at last. But then, they said, "Give your job to your sister. She needs it more." At that moment, something inside me completely died. I tried so hard to cling to the hard-won proof that I was not the family's misfortune, yet even that slipped through my grasp. In the end, I lost everything, even the life they had never once cherished.

On the fourth day after my son's death, I decided to secretly dissolve my military marriage with my husband. Before that, I had three days to settle everything for my son. On the first day, I tricked my husband into signing the cremation papers. On the second day, I went to the school and collected the textbooks my son would never get to use. On the third day, I cooked a table full of dishes and begged my husband to celebrate our son's last birthday. He agreed, but soon after claimed he had a mission. Instead, he spent the entire night setting off fireworks with his childhood sweetheart. That night, I cooked. Then, I sat alone before my son's photo and ate all my son's favorite foods. The next day, my husband returned, guilt flickering in his eyes as he handed me a brand-new backpack. He said it was a gift for our child's first day of school. But he didn't know—our child would never have a first day of school.