Gambar Hari Koo Shinbi House

My girlfriend found out that my water bottle cost $30,000. She then demanded I buy her father an $8 million luxury apartment in the city center. I politely refused. She said furiously, “Don’t be so stingy! He’ll be your father-in-law someday. What’s wrong with getting a head start on being a good son-in-law?” She even compiled all of our expenses during our relationship into a PowerPoint presentation and demanded we split everything. “If splitting everything equally is too much trouble for you, then just cover it all. You can afford it! “My family and I have already discussed it. I’ll give you a one-dollar gift. It means you're my only one. How perfect is that?” When she noticed I was silent, she played her final card. “If you can’t agree, then let’s forget about getting married. “You’ll never see me, your darling baby, ever again!” I looked at the detailed list of expenses on the screen. It even included $2 she had spent on a bus ride to see me. I smiled and said, “Sure. I’ll give you a $143-million gift, with more romantic meaning. And I’ll buy that apartment for your father right now.”

Our bridal room was set on fire, and my husband, a firefighter, was grievously wounded while trying to save me. I sent him to be saved at the hospital where Winnie Sloan, his childhood friend worked, but the surgery ended up being a failure, and my husband passed away. After the announcement that my husband was deceased, Winnie told me that his dying wish was that he wanted a child. Hearing that, I powered through my grief and used the sperm he had previously frozen to conceive a child through IVF, raising my son to be enrolled in the most prestigious university in the area. On the day of the celebration party, my son kicked me out and invited my husband and Winnie onto the stage as his 'biological parents', and that's when I found out that my husband had faked his death. All those years ago, he and Winnie had swapped out the embryo I'd conceived in secret. The son I had painstakingly given birth to and raised turned out to have no blood relation to me whatsoever. Meanwhile, my husband had been enjoying a luxurious life overseas with Winnie while waiting for a chance to reconnect with his son. In my rage, I confronted them and demanded an explanation, but ended up dying because they pushed me down the stairs. When I came to, I was back to the day of the fire.

On the train back home, I found a scathing post online. [My sister-in-law is pushing thirty but isn’t married yet. She comes home all the time. Would you be bothered by it?] The comments were numerous and ran the gamut of opinions. The post got wildly popular, and there was an argument between the poster and commenters. [It’s bad enough that she won’t get married. She wants to stay with us when she’s home. Shouldn’t she feel ashamed? I’m at the end of my rope. She even drank all my lemonade last time she was here. I really hate her. [She has no boundaries. I’ve been wanting to teach her a lesson for ages. I turned her bedroom into my walk-in closet. Let’s see if she can still stay here.] When I got to this point, I closed the post. It was lucky that I bought the house where my parents and brother live. Because of that, I would not be at risk of losing my own room. But when I got out of the train station, I received a text from my mother. [Sweetie, I booked you a hotel room. You don’t have to come home and stay this time.]

Ibuku adalah seorang seniman forensik yang paling andal di kantor polisi. Dia tegas, berintegritas, dan sangat membenci kejahatan.  Namun, ketika menerima telepon darurat dariku, dia malah menegurku dengan tegas, “Kamu jelas-jelas tahu ini hari ulang tahun adikmu yang baru mencapai usia dewasa, tapi kamu malah mau pakai trik kotor ini untuk merusak suasana! Kalau kamu benar-benar diculik, biar saja penculik itu membunuhmu!” Dia yakin bahwa ini hanyalah lelucon dan menolak datang ke kantor polisi untuk membuat sketsa. Akhirnya, dia melewatkan kesempatan terbaik untuk menyelamatkanku dan aku disiksa hingga mati. Setelah laporan tes DNA keluar, dia bergegas pergi ke tempat kejadian dengan langkah yang goyah. Berdasarkan tulang-tulangku, dia mulai menggambar sketsaku dengan tangan yang gemetar. “Ini nggak mungkin adalah Janice! Aku pasti salah gambar!” Namun, tidak peduli berapa kali dia menggambar, sketsa yang dihasilkannya menampilkan dengan jelas wajahku saat aku meninggal. Ibuku yang selalu membenciku akhirnya meneteskan air mata.

Volume I: Kisah dari Bahari Arc I: The Last One "Dama melakukan perjalanan mencari kakeknya, dengan balas dendam di pikirannya. Namun tidak semua seperti yang nampak di permukaan." ___ Cover dari Depositphotos. Sepengetahuan saya free and royalty-free.

Blurb: Ditolak karena dirinya manja, membuat Yuna bertekad menghapus perasaannya pada Bian. Pria yang dicintainya sejak satu dekade itu hanya menggapnya seorang adik, tidak lebih. “Kak Bian, nikahi aku sehari saja. Setidaknya aku sudah jadi pengantin Kak Bian dikehidupan ini. Setelah talak, aku yang akan membatalkan perjodohan kita. Kak Bian akan bebas dan aku kuliah ke Korea,” pinta Yuna. “Kalau aku menolak?” tanya Bian. “Aku akan bunuh diri!” ancam Yuna yang membuat Bian tercengang. Berhasilkah Yuna menjadi pengantin sehari Bian? Apa yang akan terjadi saat kehamilan Yuna terbongkar? Ikuti kisah mereka yang pernuh perjuangan!

Nasha Aqila punya Satria Bimantara, teman satu atapnya yang multifungsi. Bagi Nasha Satria adalah tempatnya untuk bersandar dan bergantung sebab dia selalu merasa asing ditengah keluarga barunya, yaitu keluarga dari pernikahan kedua sang Bunda. Nasha selalu merasa Bunda menjauhkannya dari keluarga barunya. Kemudian pada suatu hari Satria mengajak Nasha untuk berkomitmen dan menikah. Mereka akan menjadi housemate untuk seumur hidup. Selain status yang berbeda tentu ada hal lain yang berubah dari hidup keduanya. Tak disangka karena sebuah insiden setelah pernikahannya dengan Satria terkuak alasan sesungguhnya Bunda yang seakan menjauhkan Nasha dari keluarga barunya "Jangan jadikan alasan pertemanan dan persahabatan sebagai alasan untuk menolak, Nasha. Kita ini friendhome bukan friendzone," kata Satria Bimantara pada Nasha Aqila.

A young, beautiful she-wolf moves into the house opposite mine. She always strikes up conversations with me, her tone filled with enthusiasm. "You and Mr. Howl have such a great relationship. Even after seven years of marriage, he still kisses you goodbye when he leaves. It’s so sweet." She blinks playfully before continuing, "I have a friend who constantly complains about his mate. He says every time he kisses her, it feels like he's kissing a fat pig. Her scent disgusts him, and he can't even get hard when she's around. "And at night… just the sight of her belly rolls and sagging skin makes him want to throw up." I don’t particularly like this she-wolf, but I still offer her a polite smile. That night, however, when my mate kisses me, he suddenly freezes—then pushes me away and runs to the bathroom to vomit.

First day of school, and my roommate Sharon hits me with a $50k guilt trip over some "limited-edition" suitcase. "You're blind or just too dumb to walk straight?" My boyfriend? Useless. Classmates? Total sheep. The dean? Clown. Then I really looked at Sharon. Wait a sec—wasn't she the same scholarship case my family covered?

Pulang dari pengembaraan ke timur, Wisnumurti menjumpai Pasir, kampung halamannya, dikacau serangkaian pembunuhan berantai. Beberapa tokoh atas rimba persilatan tewas dibunuh dua jagoan gelap yang hanya dikenal dengan nama Tanpa Aran dan Pangeran Langit. Baru saja ia hendak mengejar kedua pembunuh tersebut, Jaladri menghilang. Sahabatnya itu diculik Suwung Saketi dan Remak, pasangan pendekar sakit jiwa dari utara yang gemar makan daging manusia. Berkejaran dengan waktu, mereka terseret dalam pusaran persekongkolan maut dari tiga dasawarsa lalu yang hari ini mulai memakan tumbal. Dan nyawa menjadi tak ada arti sama sekali!