Ending Attack On Titan

The first time I lived, my sister and I found two dragon eggs. The black one pulsed with raw, untamed power. My sister, Isabella, claimed it without a second thought. The white one was left for me. A cracked, forgotten thing. It held only a whisper of magic. I took it out of pity. Within a year, the black dragon shattered his shell and emerged a man so beautiful it was a curse. He became Isabella's devoted weapon, his power forging her path to godhood. Meanwhile, the white egg fed on me. I poured everything I had into my white egg. My magic, my money, my soul. For ten long years, it gave me nothing. Everyone said to abandon it. But I couldn’t. I was an orphan, ignored by my sister. I just wanted a companion. But as the dark plague swept the lands, the egg I'd nurtured for a decade hatched overnight—while I was dying, he soared past me to save Isabella. He could have hatched years ago. Could have been human all along. But he chose Isabella. He mistook her for his savior. Then I was back to the day it all began. This time, Isabella lunged for the white egg first, afraid I'd take it. I slung my worn satchel of herbs over my shoulder. Turned my back on them both. "You can have them both," I said calmly. "I choose myself." This life, I swore I would have nothing to do with Adrian. But now, he's the one filled with regret, willing to give his own life just to have me look at him one more time.

Before my wedding, my vision which I lost after saving Bruce unexpectedly returned. Overjoyed, I hurried to share the wonderful news with him, but as I stepped into the living room, I froze. Bruce and my cousin, Kerry, were in a passionate embrace. "Bruce, the baby is perfectly healthy now. The doctor said we can sleep together again! Why don't we do it right here in the living room? Also, isn't it thrilling to do it here while Nancy is asleep in her room?" "Shut up! Don't joke about my wife like that!" Bruce snapped at her, but his reprimand was accompanied by a kiss. I stood there, watching in shock as their movements grew more intense and their breathing became heavier. Only then did I piece it all together. Their sudden shared enthusiasm for indoor workouts six months ago wasn't about fitness at all. Covering my mouth to stifle a sob, I turned back to my room and shut the door. I decided then and there: Bruce didn't need to know I had recovered. Reaching for my phone, I dialed my mother. "Mom, I'm not marrying Bruce anymore. I'll marry the comatose heir of the Blakes instead. I don't need Bruce in my life."

I was born blessed by the god of fortune. No matter where I work, I can close major deals while lying down asleep. The underboss of the Castellano mafia family discovers this secret. He shows up at my door personally and invites me to join as a consigliere in name only. He offers me a six-figure annual salary and chauffeur service. He even installs a special ten-foot-wide massage bed in my office just for sleeping. After I join the Castellano family, arms deals finalize one after another. Several stalled collaborations come back to life. The Castellano family's reputation climbs steadily. Until the boss' girlfriend shows up to inspect for the first time. She grabs a pair of scissors and, in front of everyone, shreds my mattress to pieces. "Useless! We don't pay you all this money to sleep! "Starting tomorrow, you're working as a bar hostess. And you'll be paid like one too." I rub my sleepy eyes and stare at her in confusion. Last night, to help the Castellano family finalize that casino operation rights contract, I didn't sleep a wink. I barely fall asleep, so how am I useless? The soldato beside her breaks into a sweat. "Signora, she's…" "Shut up!" she cuts him off arrogantly. "From now on, I'm the one in charge of the Castellano family!" Fine. Since there's no place for me here, I'll find somewhere else to sleep. I hear the rival family's boss is willing to give me an entire luxury estate.

My husband died unexpectedly, and my mother-in-law adopted a newborn boy. She said she wanted to keep this child by her side as a reminder of my husband. Therefore, I raised him as my own child. Later, when he grew up, I gave him the company with peace of mind. The first thing my son did after taking power was to have someone lock me up in the basement and torture me. He said, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn’t have been separated from my parents all these years." At the moment of my death, my husband, who had supposedly passed away for many years, appeared with his first love in his arms. "Sophia, how does it feel to be cheated for more than ten years? Fortunately, you raised a son for me so that we can live happily without you." Angered to death, I could only watch the three of them. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day when my husband died unexpectedly.

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.

Maya adalah wanita berusia 21 tahun, wanita yang sangat sederhana dan polos, dibesarkan di sebuah panti asuhan, dan ia sangat beruntung karena Rendra, putra konglomerat menikahinya, tapi yang membuat Maya menderita adalah sikap sang mertua, yang terang-terangan menentang pernikahan Maya dan Rendra, hingga sebuah kesepakatan dilakukan, jika Maya tidak hamil dalam waktu satu tahun, maka Maya dan Rendra harus mengakhiri pernikahan mereka. Rencana licik pun dilakukan Ambar, mertua Maya, setiap malam, Ambar memberi pil kontrasepsi untuk Maya, dengan dalih memberi vitamin, tujuannya jelas, supaya Maya tidak bisa hamil. Rencana Ambar untuk memisahkan Rendra dan Maya berhasil, dengan segala upaya, dan konspirasinya Ambar berhasil membuat Rendra berselingkuh dengan Arnia, sahabat kecil Rendra, yang juga merupakan putri dari seoarng pengusaha dibidang kosmetik. Di tengah perceraian Maya dan Rendra, ternyata Maya hamil, tapi sebuah kecelakaan membuat Maya harus menderita amnesia, dan ia justru menganggap Fardian, sang pengacara perceraian sebagai suaminya. Fardian yang memang menaruh hati pada Maya, ia memanfaatkan kesempatan itu untuk menikahi Maya. Pernikahan Maya dengan Fardian merubah nasib Maya, enam tahun berlalu, Maya menjadi seorang pelukis, dengan hasil karya lukisan yang sangat di minati pecinta seni lukis, hingga membuat Maya, menjadi wanita yang berbeda.

(Tidak ada deskripsi cerita spesifik) Ini soal Dera yang harus menggantikan kembarannya untuk dijodohkan dengan laki-laki cacat, padahal selama ini hidupnya tidak pernah dianggap dan kasat mata.

Anisa adalah seorang wanita muda yang pernah memiliki segalanya. Karir yang cemerlang, kekasih yang penuh kasih, dan masa depan yang tampak cerah. Namun, dalam hitungan minggu, semuanya runtuh. Kekasihnya, Reza, meninggalkannya tanpa alasan yang jelas, dan karirnya hancur seiring dengan hilangnya kontrak besar yang selama ini menjadi kebanggaannya. Terpuruk dalam keputusasaan dan kesendirian, Anisa merasa hidupnya telah mencapai titik terendah. Di tengah kegelapan dan kesedihannya, Anisa bertemu dengan seorang pria misterius bernama Arya. Arya muncul dalam hidupnya tanpa peringatan, membawa serta aura kelam yang tidak bisa Anisa abaikan. Meskipun terkesan menakutkan, ada sesuatu tentang Arya yang membuat Anisa merasa tertarik. Sebuah daya tarik yang sulit ia pahami, namun tidak bisa ia lawan. Seiring berjalannya waktu, hubungan mereka berkembang menjadi sesuatu yang lebih dalam dan intens, tetapi juga semakin berbahaya. Arya memiliki rahasia-rahasia gelap yang perlahan mulai terungkap, menarik Anisa ke dalam jaringan manipulasi, ketergantungan, dan perasaan terperangkap yang semakin sulit untuk ia hindari. Anisa kini terjebak di antara keinginannya untuk menemukan cinta yang ia dambakan dan kenyataan pahit yang dihadapi. Di dalam cinta yang berbalut kegelapan ini, Anisa harus memilih antara melarikan diri dan menyelamatkan diri dari bayang-bayang kelam Arya, atau tetap terjerat dalam hubungan yang berpotensi menghancurkannya.

After a rogue attack orphaned her, Kathleen woods thought she would find her happy ending with her chosen mate, Alpha Drake Cole. But on their wedding night, he shattered that dream by bringing his fated mate into their bedroom. Humiliated and enraged, Kathleen refused to apologize to the woman who stole her life. Instead, She chose 50 brutal lashes to brand the betrayal on her skin forever. Deciding to leave it all behind, She finds out her parents weren't killed by a random rouge attack. Driven by a new purpose for vengeance, she finds herself caught in a deadly triangle of power. The ruthless Lycan king, offers her the world, but his obsession is a gilded cage. The shadowy Rogue king offers her answers, but his motives are a secret. And all the while, a latent power stirs within her, awakening to a destiny far greater than any Luna's title. To get her revenge, she must navigate the desires of the king and the Storm of her own awakening.

My twin sister, wanting to be with her thug boyfriend, secretly planned to apply for a junior college. When I could not talk her out of it, I told our parents and managed to stop her. However, just a month into the new semester, her thug boyfriend cheated on her. She left a suicide note, blaming it all on the long distance between them. She wrote that if she had gone to that junior college, her boyfriend would never have cheated. Grief‑stricken, my parents turned all their rage on me. "You wretched girl, this is all your fault for meddling! What business was it of yours which school your sister went to? Even if she didn't go to college, we could still support her. We didn't need your big mouth!" "If it weren't for your spiteful tongue, your sister wouldn't be dead!" "We were cursed to have a vicious, unfilial daughter like you!" They locked me in her room, ordering me to repent. Then they took her ashes on a trip, saying they wanted her to see the beautiful mountains and rivers she never got to visit in life. A month later, they returned from their travels to find me long dead, starved to a withered husk in front of my sister's photo. Their eyes held no grief, no guilt, only a faint, scornful curl of the lips. In their eyes, my death was nothing more than justice served. My broken soul saw their icy expressions, and despairing tears burned my eyes. Then my sister's familiar voice rang out again: "What business is it of yours which school I go to? You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend, aren't you?"