Drama Healing

"If life has a physical form, I would've planned a revenge, but life has none. So I'll just move on to the life's most beloved... the world." - Kirsten Mosqueda --- School's Mister friendly, Tyson Guevarra, finds a strange notebook sitting on the chair of the bus stop. Out of curiosity, he picked it up only to find a strange letter entitled 'When the f***ing world ends.' Intrigued as to how and why did the owner wrote the letter. He plans to get closer to her, oblivious to the fact that every step he take exposes him into a great danger. ------- DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Story started: 060921 Store ended: --/--/--

"Tidak ada yang berselingkuh. Mereka menjalin hubungan atas persetujuan Mama. Dan wanita itu nantinya yang akan melahirkan cucu-cucu Mama kelak," ucap Ibu Mertua memporak-porandakan hatiku. Setelah hari itu, aku bersumpah! Tak kan ada lagi air mata yang jatuh di pipi ini. Justru sebaliknya. Kupastikan tak kan ada lagi tawa bahagia membersamai hidup mereka. Melainkan hanya air mata!

Eu, Helena Ramos e minha irmã estávamos envolvidas em um acidente de carro. Meu coração estava gravemente ferido e exigia uma cirurgia urgente. Entretanto, minha mãe, a diretora do hospital, acumulou todos os doutores ao redor do leito da minha irmã, realizando um exaustivo exame nela, mesmo que ela só houvesse sofrido alguns arranhões. Implorei à minha mãe que me salvasse, mas ela, com o rosto cheio de impaciência, gritou para mim: — Você não pode escolher um momento melhor para tentar chamar atenção? Você faz ideia de que sua irmã quase machucou o osso? No fim, pereci em um canto esquecido, sem que ninguém notasse.

Gendis tidak pernah memperkirakan kalau suami yang ia cintai sepenuh hati memiliki skandal menjijikkan. Apalagi dengan seseorang yang sama sekali tidak pernah ia prediksi. Sebagai istri, Gendis kecewa. Hatinya remuk redam. Namun, wanita itu tidak akan tinggal diam dengan pengkhianatan sang suami. Kisah drama rumah tangga yang menguras emosi, penuh intrik serta dipadukan dengan sisi romantis karena seseorang yang selalu ada di setiap wanita itu terpuruk. Gendis rindu cinta suci sang suami. Ia rindu pernyataan cinta dari Damar serta janji yang sempat terucap untuknya. Walau Gendis tahu, sesuatu yang mustahil terjadi laksana pungguk merindukan bulan.

Cuando me apuñalaron, luché con todas mis fuerzas para llamar a mi hermano. Solo cuando mi conciencia comenzaba a desvanecerse, él respondió, con un tono de evidente fastidio. —¿Qué quieres esta vez? —Hermano, ayuda... No pude terminar la frase. Me interrumpió bruscamente. —¿Por qué siempre tienes problemas? A finales de mes es la ceremonia de graduación de Luna. Si no vienes, ¡te juro que te mataré! Dicho esto, colgó el teléfono sin dudar. No pude soportar el dolor. Cerré los ojos para siempre, con lágrimas aun corriendo por mi rostro. “Hermano, no tendrás que matarme. Ya estoy muerta.”

Fui levada ao tribunal pelos meus pais biológicos. O juiz utilizou a mais recente tecnologia para extrair nossas memórias, e o julgamento foi conduzido por um júri de cem pessoas.

"You won't expect love from me and will please me whenever, wherever I want." *** What will happen when Christian Elvis, a person with a golden heart tainted black marries Sophie Skye, a normal girl just to fulfill his lust and a promise he made to someone dear to him and turn their marriage which can become salvation for them into nothing but a mere show of lust? They were different, he knew she was his since the moment she was born but she didn't. Even knowing that he began to hate love and turn their bond, which can be the eternal source of gratification into a dusty tomb. Because someone, who isn't meant for him, cheated on him. What will happen now? Can Christian love his wife? Will Sophie allow this marriage to be more than mere contract?

When her husband's devastating betrayal shatters their relationship, Freya must decide whether to fight for their marriage or exact a surprising and satisfying revenge that will leave him reeling.

My best friend's brother and I have been dating for half a year, and she has no clue. My best friend drags me out on Christmas for a singles' night out. Unexpectedly, we see her brother, Chris Lambert, holding hands and kissing a girl under the fireworks. "Damn, Chris finally got the school belle!" She looks thrilled and pulls me forward to say hi. Chris awkwardly rubs his nose and introduces me to his girlfriend, "This is my sister, and the one beside her is… sort of like my sister too." I smile silently. We have held hands and kissed, yet now, I am just sort of like his sister.

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”