Family Saga

After the college entrance exam, my parents left me at home and took their adopted daughter on a trip to the beach. A typhoon hit, and the three of them never came back. When the news reached me, I did not cry or throw a tantrum. I had their deaths registered right away and pulled out the life insurance I had bought in advance. I received one hundred million in compensation. My fiance scolded me for caring only about money. What he did not know was that I had been reborn. In my past life, after I learned about their deaths, the huge debts they had left behind fell on me. I gave up the chance to go to college and started working to pay everything back. I fought to protect our ancestral home from debt collectors. My fiance stayed with me and cheered me on when I came home late at night from delivery runs. But he never gave me a single cent to help. At thirty-five, I finally cleared every debt. On my birthday, I bought myself a ten-dollar cake to celebrate. Just as I was about to blow out the candle, the door opened. My parents and their adopted daughter, who should have died in the typhoon, walked in dressed in designer clothes. They smiled at me smugly. “Well done! We can finally believe that you aren’t greedy for money. You’ve passed the test. From today, you are qualified to be the daughter of the Jameson family.” “Jane, this brilliant idea was all thanks to you.” My adopted sister smiled. She leaned close and blew out my candle. The only light left in my twenty years of lifetime went out with it. My body gave in to exhaustion. My heart failed. I collapsed and died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, they were about to head to the beach in the middle of the typhoon. I bought a massive accident insurance policy for them on the spot. This time, all I wanted was for them to disappear from this world forever.

My parents' enemy kidnaps me and livestreams chopping off my fingers just to force them to show up. For a time, the entire Internet searches for my parents. But what they don't know is that the captain who appeared in the livestream is my biological father. At that moment, he's on a beach in Hashford, setting off magnificent fireworks for his adopted daughter. And on their barbecue table, the livestream of my fingers being severed is playing. Later on, when I survive long enough to be rescued, I reach out my mangled hand to touch my parents. They recoil in disgust and leave without looking back, taking the adopted daughter out for Wersole food. But they don't know that the thing hidden within my mangled palm will make them regret their actions beyond measure.

My husband and I have been married for a decade. When I finally conceive for the first time in ten years, I realize my worst enemies are my family, who all want me dead. I've made a promise to return to the fertility shrine on the mountain and fulfill my vow if things work out, but my mother-in-law deliberately messes up the cable car tickets. In the process of hiking up the mountain for two hours, I lose my baby. In the hospital, I cry to my husband about all the vicious things his mother has done to me, but he kicks me in the stomach. "I had a vasectomy a long time ago. There's no way that bastard inside you is mine!" When he hands me the proof, I'm completely speechless. I break down in tears and run back to my parents' place. Not only do my parents hire a nanny to help take care of me, but they even move out of the house so I can rest in tranquility. When I'm eight months pregnant, I overhear them whispering in the bathroom. "We can never let Gina have the baby. I don't care if it kills her—we're all screwed if the child is born!" "Relax. The doctor already told me that Gina's got leukemia from all the formaldehyde in our new house. Even the baby's deformed!" Shocked, I burst into the bathroom to confront them, but the slippery floor causes me to fall hard. Instantly, blood snakes across the tiles. As I lie there in pain, I look up and see the cold, twisted smiles on my parents' faces before taking my last breath. I cannot fathom why my family wants me dead. I thought they'd been looking forward to his baby for a decade. When I open my eyes again, I return to the very day my mother-in-law insists on taking me to the mountain.

Sagara adalah siswa cupu yang dianggap sampah di SMA Tribakti. Suatu hari dia menghilang selama satu pekan dan kembali menjadi sosok yang berbeda dari sebelumnya. Ia tangguh, menawan, dan pandai bertarung. Seketika dunia yang dulu membelakanginya menjadi berbalik menghadapnya. Namun bukan untuk itu Sagara ada di SMA Tribakti, ada satu misteri yang harus ia pecahkan. Ada seseorang yang harus dia tangkap untuk membuka tabir sehingga ia bisa kembali ke tempat asalnya, negeri Ambarwangi.

Sejak pertemuannya pertama kali setelah perpisahannya setahun lalu, membuat Sagara yang masih menyimpan kebencian pada gadis yang pernah mencapakkan dirinya tersenyum sinis. Tatapannya yang tajam memperlihatkan betapa ia ingin membalas apa yang sudah gadis itu perbuat pada dirinya. "Lets the game, Baby" gumam Sagara dengan senyum smirknya.

Di puncak kejayaannya, Sagara Wicaksana adalah mutiara Perguruan Banyu Langit, pewaris takhta yang tak tertandingi. Namun, dalam sekejap, surga itu runtuh. Ia dituduh membunuh gurunya sendiri dan dikhianati oleh sahabat yang paling ia percaya, Rangga Pradipta. Dibuang ke laut untuk mati, takdir justru menuntunnya pada Ki Jatmika—pendekar sakti yang telah lama menghilang dari dunia persilatan. Di bawah bimbingannya, Sagara mengasah diri, menelan pahitnya kesunyian, dan memupuk api dendam selama tujuh tahun. Kini, ia kembali dengan wajah baru. Satu per satu, mereka yang merenggut kehormatannya akan diburu tanpa ampun. Tujuh tahun lamanya kebencian membakar nadinya, dan kini saatnya dunia persilatan mengenal siapa dirinya yang sebenarnya. "Aku bukan Sagara yang dulu. Aku malapetaka, yang takkan berhenti sampai kalian binasa!"

Sanggano. Barumbado. Tarantado. Ilan sa pantukoy kay ISAGANI TRINIDAD sa lugar na kinalakhan. Wala siyang pakialam sa kahit anong marinig lalo na kung walang ambag sa buhay niya. One night, he was kidnapped. And the one who abducted him, was a beautiful woman named Willow Esposito Ivanov. The reason---Willow wants him to join Foedus, an organization that once he won't survive the initiation, it means he will die. Snatched. Fascinated. Jeopardized. Three words he felt while being initiated. And when he thought everything was fine after he became a member of Foedus and has Willow on his side... the reason why he was chosen, and the secret behind his past will blow to his face like a bomb.

A Brothers Terra tale where we follow two young brothers and their companions, explore and navigate the jungles of Ma'Nyla. Forming alliances, and fighting for survival against warring tribes and things beyond their capacity. Fighting to prove their love and worth for Ma'Nyla's greatest princess and warrior. The first book in the series Brothers Terra's Sagas of Ma'Nyla.

When my parents were having an argument, my brother and I were put on the condenser fan unit out the window. We were tens of stories high. Our love-struck mother refused to let us back inside because he wanted our father to regret his decision. But that wasn't going to happen. Our father only felt that our mother was annoying. He then went out of the house after slamming the door behind him. Our mother was infuriated as she pointed as us. "If it weren't for you two drawbacks, I would have divorced him a long time ago. Shut your mouths or you can forget about coming back in!" My tears were blew dry by the cold wind. I swore inwardly that I would never forgive them. Later on, when our father was drunk driving and accidentally rammed into our mother. The two of them became disabled due to the car accident. The insurance company paid us over 1 million dollars, but I chose not to treat them.

It's my third day of being a ghost, and I feel like I'm going to starve to death again. The underworld messenger takes pity on me because I'm a child and secretly tells me that people like me, who suffered grievances and died with resentment, have to stay by the sides of the people who loved us most in life. Then, we survive on their "guilt". I lower my head and narrow my eyes. I choke up and say, "You might as well just leave me to starve." My mother hated me to the core. Why would she ever be guilty over my death?