Forty-eight Thousand

Arin El Karch atau biasa dikenal Forty Nine adalah seorang dewi kematian yang mampu membunuh bahkan melenyapkan setidaknya 65 persen umat manusia hanya untuk membalaskan dendam kematian kakak laki-lakinya .Tak banyak yang tahu mengenai latar belakang kehidupan gadis tersebut . Setelah beberapa ratus tahun berlalu seorang remaja berusia 16 tahun menemukan sebuah buku tua yang cukup usang terkubur didalam bongkahan reruntuhan.Kisah penuh misteri ini akhirnya terkuak seperti halnya : identitas ,history dan kematian sang tokoh utama. Tahun 2006 adalah peristiwa paling penting bahkan bersejarah atas terbentuknya negeri maju ini dan bisa juga dikatakan sebagai era baru yang tengah dibentuk oleh para petinggi negara untuk memusnahkan seluruh kriminal yang ada di muka bumi.Mereka mengatakan Jika dunia tanpa kejahatan adalah sebuah kebebasan dan kedamaian terbesar bagi seluruh umat manusia dan membunuh para penjahat sekaligus pendosa adalah bukti kesetiaan mereka terhadap sang pencipta( wujud pengorbanan) . Apakah kisah legendaris forty nine adalah cerita yang memang benar adanya atau hanya sebuah konspirasi untuk mewujudkan Era baru mereka?

Today is Lia's 28th birthday and found herself bidding for a man to take her virginity! "The bidding for him will start now!" the MC announced on the side. “29 thousand!” A woman screamed. "29 thousand, going twice, going trice, is there no one going to fight?" The MC asked. Lia didn't know what was going through her mind to raise her hand, "30 thousand!" She shouted before the bidding was closed. "30 thousand, the bidding is close! You'll have one hot night with him!"

To Lara, love meant spending forty years with your partner, wading through a mountain of problems and coming out of it unscathed, together. To Tristan, love was weakness, a mere tool to exploit one's vulnerability. When Lara formed an unlikely alliance with Tristan, she could never imagine the possibilty of loving somebody like Tristan; a grumpy, arrogant jerk. But somewhere down the road, she found herself falling for a man whom she knew could never love her back.

After my husband died in a car accident, I worked tirelessly running a small restaurant to raise my son, Henry. Right before Henry's wedding, I won eight million in the lottery. Thrilled, I decided to sell the restaurant and finally enjoy retirement. So, I called to tell Henry about selling the restaurant, his usually polite fiancée turned hostile. "You're not expecting us to support you, are you? We've barely started working!" She even warned Henry, "If you spend any of our money on your mom, the wedding's off!" Henry argued with her but then reassured me, promising, "You've worked hard enough, Mom. I'll take care of you." Feeling pretty good, I planned to give him two million to start a business. The next day, I got a call saying Henry had been in a serious car accident and urgently needed fifty thousand for surgery. I sent the money immediately, but afterward, Henry vanished. Desperate, I braved a storm to find him in his city, only to walk into a wedding at some fancy hotel. There's Henry, giving a toast and calling another woman "Mom." And, oh, sitting beside her? My "dead" husband from ten years ago.

I thought losing my cheating husband was the worst day of my life. I was wrong. My name is Maya Winters, and I spent six years trying to make Damien Cross love me. Six years being the perfect wife to a billionaire who looked at me like I was invisible. Then he brought home his secret daughter and her mother, handed me divorce papers, and destroyed what was left of my stupid heart. Two weeks later, I lost our baby—the one he never knew about until it was too late. I thought my life was over. Turns out, it actually was. Now I'm trapped in something called THE SURVIVAL GAME with twelve other dead people, including my ex-husband. We have to survive forty days of deadly children's games. Red Light Green Light. Hide and Seek. Simple games with one terrible rule: lose and you die for real. But that's not even the worst part. One of us is a spy working for the Game Master. One of us is making sure people die. And I have no idea who to trust—especially not Damien, who keeps looking at me like he actually cares now that we're both fighting for our lives. The prize for winning? One wish for anything I want. Money. Power. Revenge. Or even a second chance at the love that destroyed me. Forty days. Thirteen players. Only one winner. Game on. Warning: This story contains mature themes, violence, and intense situations. Recommended for readers 18+.

Parenthood is hard. It's even harder when you're a single mother with a smart eight year old in your hand. Zoey Martinez has been doing well providing for both herself and her child. Things changed one day when she got a complaint from one of her son's teachers about him being disruptive. It has been eight years since that dreadful night. Almost a decade since they last saw each other. Eight years since Xavier Danvers rejected his own flesh and blood. What will happen when the universe brings them back together? Has their love survived after all these years?

Right before I hit forty, my husband hit me with: "I want a divorce." For the past ten years, I had been driving a truck outside every day to support my family, while he had been cheating on me at home. Even our child was no longer close to me. "Bad Mom! You hit Jenny! Bad Mom!" Willy cried. "I don't want Mom. I want Jenny. I wanna stay with Dad and Jenny!" Jenny. The neighbor. Single mom. Her kid and ours were tight. Ten years of grinding, running myself ragged—for two ingrates? All right! Wish your family of four a happy life! I didn't want my husband or son anymore.

Eight years ago, the Woodens' lives underwent an unprecedented change that altered everything good as they knew it. Rosalie, unaware that she had humiliated Victor when they were young, became a target for Victor, who privately destroyed her by reducing her to his servitude in bed with the help of his affluence! Eight years later, Rosalie, after reinventing herself, returned to face Victor... She reemerged sophisticated and in the arms of another man: "I am getting married! I do have your blessings, don’t I?" Victor held her down as forcefully as he often did eight years ago and spoke in a low voice: "You are the canary I've been nurturing for the last two years, and you will not fly away until I say otherwise." But the current Rosalie, like a wild rose with myriad flavors, would never be dominated by Victor, never again!

As I was about to leave my brother’s restaurant, the female manager stopped me. "Miss, excuse me, but you haven’t paid your bill." I looked at the unfamiliar face and thought that she was probably new and didn’t recognize me, so I explained politely, "Just put it on the owner’s tab. He knows me." The manager shot me a disdainful look. "Miss, this is a Michelin three-star restaurant. We don’t let just anyone run up a tab." She handed me a printed bill. I glanced at it. Fifty thousand dollars for one meal. Three thousand for tableware maintenance, five thousand for exclusive air purification, ten thousand for a VIP mood-calming service fee, and a bunch of other ridiculous charges. I didn’t even know my brother’s place was such a scam. I couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. "I’m the owner’s sister. If there’s a problem, tell him to talk to me at home." But she just wouldn’t drop it. "If you can’t afford it, stop acting like you can. And don’t act like you know Mr. White, either." I fired off a quick text to my secretary. 【Tell my brother to either fire this manager or I’m pulling my investment.】

On the one thousand and ninety-fourth day of being Mrs. Harris, I asked James Harris for a divorce. His face showed a hint of confusion, but it quickly shifted to his usual, composed expression. "As you wish," he said, his tone as flat as if we were discussing whether to replace the milk on the breakfast table. He did not even bother to ask why. On the one thousand and ninety-fifth day, I gently saw him and the children off, acting as if nothing had happened, and then completely left the Harris family behind.