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Aiza adalah seorang gadis cantik berkerudung yang sedang melakukan PKL di sebuah sekolah swasta yang sudah ditentukan oleh kampusnya. Selama melaksanakan tugas, ia dan teman-temannya sering merasa jengkel dengan sikap Riyan, anak pemilik Yayasan tersebut. Namun demi sebuah nilai yang baik, mereka harus tetap melaksanakan aturan. Hampir 2 tahun menyelesaikan kuliah, Aiza masih belum mendapat pekerjaan. Ditambah lagi hatinya yang hancur, karena Fadlan pria yang ia sukai ternyata melamar teman baiknya sendiri, Yunita. Akhirnya, Aiza diterima mengajar di sekolah swasta tempat ia melaksanakan PKL dulu. Sikapnya yang cuek dan terkesan menutup diri, justru menarik perhatian Riyan yang kini sudah menduda. Hingga pria yang ia benci itu, secara tiba-tiba datang melamarnya. Bagaimana kisah selanjutnya? Apakah Aiza akan jatuh cinta pada Riyan, pria yang dia benci? Silahkan dibaca...

Meet Ella a simple minded girl who just wants to go out of her small town to grow as a person. She is quirky, naive and shockingly not a nerd. Technology is not her Bestfriend so witness on how she will navigate the Big city armed with her charm and clumsiness. James Rosen- Hower a CEO who don't give a fuck. Intelligent, cold but fair. His world turned upside down when he met Ella and he loved every second of it. No drama pure weirdness and fun only.

“You fucking bitch, I told you to stay here, and I will think about what I can do for you to not assassinate you, but you're just being a bitch” He yelled and turn my back like always I did whenever I was punished by a stick. "Bitch” He yelled throwing stick after stick, I felt my body turn numb getting to continue beating. “This time I won't let it go easily” He yelled, tearing my cloth. My body jerked back, his cold hand roamed my back. “I teach you today what happens when you just disobey my single command,” He said, turning me, removing a thin cloth from my body. "No, Liam" I screamed. “Why, It was always meant to be mine. Right?” His face had an evil smirk on. “Please no, Liam. Not like that…” I whispered, hugging myself with my hand hiding my naked self from his burning eyes. “No Amber… This will only happen like this, You fucking bitch tried to deceive me” He said, taking a fistful of my hair with enough grip to make me cry. “I won't do that again, Promise,” I said showing him my pinky finger like always we seal our promise. “Amber…” He sighed, like controlling himself. “Promise…” He said, taking my pinky finger with his finger. “This time promise will be sealed with my way baby” He smirked, bending my pinky finger. His eyes were like some beast that just want to hurt someone so badly. Author Note : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Update on weekends

Athena Madison is living her life to the fullest. Even though her life wasn't as fancy as others, she still managed to be grateful and contented. She graduated and is currently doing her job as a computer programmer and web designer. All is well not until she received a letter from an international mail. Never on her mind did she thought that that letter would bring such great changes on her life. Because according to the letter, she's actually an heiress of multiple publishing companies, lots of properties, and even tons of money! But the drill is, before she could take all her inheritance, she needs to work first for her mother's unfinished book. And that's not just a book. Because that book basically tackles all about having sexual intercourse! How can she start doing her part on that kind of book, when she doesn't even know what is it to be kissed?

Mia's life went on a whole new level when she had an accident and woke up in another world after talking into aa coma. There she has to fight in a battle between the mages and the witches, being on the side of the mages, as the only way to get her life back.

"Iwasan mong lagi akong tingnan, bawal yan," sabi ni Kara habang kumakain. "Bakit bawal?" Kinakabahang tanong ko. Nag-iba ang pakiramdam ko, ewan ko ba sa babaeng ito, may lahi yata mangkukulam. "Baka ma-inlove ka."

3 years after getting married, I am still a virgin. "Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

I died on the day I won the Global Medical Doctorate Award. Fresh from celebrating the sixteenth birthday of my younger sister, my parents, brother, and my fiancé finally returned home, but it was three hours after my death. My family photos were beaming with happiness on social media, while I laid in the suffocating basement drenched in blood. Before I died, I had struggled to slide my tongue across my phone screen in a desperate attempt to call for help. My parents and brother had blocked my number. Only my fiancé answered my call. The moment his voice came through, he snapped, "Winona, Winnie's sixteenth birthday is important. Stop trying to hijack attention with your pathetic excuses. Enough with the theatrics!" It murdered my last spark of survival. In that electronic death rattle, my heart flatlined. The 100th time they chose her. The 100th time they abandoned me for her. But it was also the last time. They thought I had ran way to get their attention again, and that if they taught me a harsh lesson, I would come crawling back pathetically. But not this time. Because I didn't leave home. I had been lying in the basement of my house.

At the height of my love for Seth Scott, he gave his heart to someone else. The winter chill seeped through the walls, and I lay beneath my blankets, trembling through the long, dark hours. He was out there, holding another woman close, warming her feet against his chest. He dismissed me as dramatic, refusing even a final glance. But what he didn’t realize was that I was dying. And he would never have the chance to see me again.

My cousin, Kaylee Langford, pushes me down the ski slope when there's an avalanche. My boyfriend, Atlas Ferguson, lifts her into his arms and leaves. He seems to have forgotten that I'm buried underneath the snow mountain. He leaves me stranded at the valley for seven days. He's furious when he finds me. "You should be glad nothing went wrong with Kaylee's arms. Otherwise, the only way you could atone would be to die on this mountain! Our wedding is canceled—we'll have it once you realize what you did wrong." He thinks I'll cry or kick up a fuss, but I merely nod and say, "Okay." He doesn't know that I've made a deal with the Moon Goddess. In six days, I'll be giving up the things that mean most to me—my love for Atlas and my memories of him. Once that happens, I'll forget everything about him and start afresh somewhere new. What does a wedding matter when the Ember Sloane who loved him is now dead?