Gambar Vp Shunt

Alea, gadis yang sedang membutuhkan uang demi pengobatan ibunya, mendapatkan penawaran untuk dinikahi turis asing dengan imbalan yang wah, ditawari oleh gurunya sendiri. Namun, Ia merasa seperti tengah dijual karena dinikahi hanya untuk memuaskan nafsu turis yang menikahinya. Ia merasa ada yang salah, namun karena Ia ditawari oleh oknum guru agamanya yang Ia percaya, akhirnya Ia pun bersedia. Namun, ada hal ganjil yang mengganggu pikirannya sehingga Ia nekad menjatuhkan diri dari mobil yang sedang berjalan. Ia pun meminta tolong kepada pengendara motor yang tidak Ia kenal sama sekali, bahkan Ia pun tak melihat wajahnya seperti apa. Tanpa dikira, Ia malah terjebak untuk menikah dengan pengendara motor tersebut, dengan imbalan pengobatan Ibunya. Bagaimana kisah Alea selanjutnya? Ikuti keseruan kisahnya! Gambar (sumber : Bing)

It was our seventh anniversary. Christopher Quinton proposed to me with nothing but a ring pull. He got his true love a house. When I said no, he rebuked me like I was some sort of gold digger. "I thought my love for you was worth more than anything money could buy. I only got Rachel that house to pay her back for all she did for me. I can't believe you thought I still loved her. You disappoint me." I broke up with him and tossed the ring pull into the bin. Then, I walked off. The next day, Christopher took away my position as VP and told everyone he was getting engaged to Rachel. … Five years later, we ran into each other at a charity horserace. He was a successful businessman, and the woman beside him was Rachel, all dressed in custom-made clothes. I was dressed in janitor attire and stuffing plastic bottles into my woven bag. He mocked, "Look at you, Queenie Dean. Scavenging for a living. Bet you didn't see this coming when you ditched me, did you?" I ignored him. My son had run off, and I had to look for him. The boy noticed the plastic bottles that were strewn across the ground, and he insisted that we stay back to finish his social practice activity here.

My husband died six months ago. At least… that’s what everyone said. While I’m drowning in his debts, working double shifts just to survive, the only person who refuses to leave me alone is the man I should fear the most — Drakon Vasilios, my husband’s best friend and the ruthless VP of the Wolves MC. He watched me from the moment I became Nikos’s wife. Now he’s the one breaking down my door, dragging me into his world, and claiming he’s the only thing standing between me and a brutal rival gang who wants me dead. To the club, I’m “property.” To Drakon, I’m something far more dangerous. His obsession is raw. Possessive. Consuming. Wrong. Because when the truth explodes — that my husband is still alive, a traitor, and the reason everyone wants me dead — everything shatters. And then I discover I’m pregnant. The problem? I don’t know if the baby belongs to the man who betrayed me… or the man willing to burn the world to keep me. Now the club is at war. Loyalties are breaking. Blood is being spilled. And the only place I’m safe… is in the arms of the one man I should never love. He’s my husband’s best friend. My protector. My greatest sin. But once Drakon claims something… no one takes it from the Wolf.

They destroyed her father. Now she's racing straight into the heart of enemy territory. Mia Chen has one rule, never let them see your face. As the underground racing legend "Ghost Rider," she's untouchable until a rigged race tears off her mask and exposes her identity to the worst possible person. Dax Steele, VP of the Iron Wolves MC, the club that bankrupted her father and drove him to an early grave. Now she owes $50,000 to men who don't accept apologies, and Dax offers her a deal she can't refuse, race for the Iron Wolves in the inter-club championship, and he'll clear her debt. But working for her enemy means living in his world, sleeping under his roof, and discovering that everything she believed about her father's death might be a lie. Dax has secrets of his own, evidence that his father was framed, and the real culprit is still out there. He needs Mia's skills on the track and her mechanical genius in the garage. What he doesn't need is the fire she ignites in his blood every time she defies him. As they dig deeper into the past, attraction sparks into something dangerous. Because in the biker world, loyalty is everything and loving your enemy could get you both killed. She came for revenge. She stayed for the truth. She'll risk everything for him.

Charlie Wayne’s life is perfect. Or it was. As a VP who commands boardrooms and a playboy who elegantly ends every date at his door by 3 AM, Charlie’s world is built on control. But lately, his system has a glitch. A streak of bizarre, comically bad luck—flat tires at dawn, mysterious fire alarms, untimely food poisoning—keeps derailing his plans. His flawless exit strategy is in shambles. Carly Dorrington’s life is a lie. But a necessary one. After a blowout fight with her father over their family companies’ merger, Carly needs a place to stay. Where better than with her childhood best friend, Charlie? It’s just temporary. Just two best friends sharing a space. It has nothing to do with the two decades she’s spent loving him from the sidelines, or the quiet hope that maybe, just maybe, proximity will make the world’s most oblivious man finally see her. Now, under his roof, the "coincidences" multiply. Charlie’s chaotic love life grinds to a halt just as Carly’s presence becomes a permanent, comforting fixture. His sacred rules don’t seem to apply to her. His peaceful solitude feels warmer with her in it. As the lines of their friendship blur, Charlie is left to wonder: Is Carly the calm in the center of his storm… or is she the one who’s been stirring it up all along? Note: This is a slow-burn, dual-POV story about best friends, blurred lines, and the long game. If you find yourself wondering"where is this going?" in the early chapters... keep reading. Everything becomes clear in Chapter 4. The foundation is being laid for a reason. Thank you for trusting the process.

Pada hari jadi pernikahan kami yang ketiga, aku menunggu selama lima jam di restoran berbintang Michelin favorit Dion Bahlilah. Namun, dia tidak bisa dihubungi lagi. Pada akhirnya, aku melihatnya di unggahan sosial media milik kekasih masa kecilnya, Arina Purbaya. Dion menemaninya ke Benua Anarsia, benua yang sangat dingin. [Aku bilang aku sedang bad mood, dia langsung membatalkan seluruh janjinya untuk menemaniku bersantai.] [Ternyata, teman masa kecil lebih menenangkan daripada penguin.] Gambar yang menyertainya menunjukkan pemandangan yang sangat dingin, tetapi Dion dengan lembut memeluknya. Matanya memancarkan semangat membara yang belum pernah kulihat sebelumnya. Tiba-tiba, aku merasa lelah. Aku menghentikan pertanyaan menyakitkan itu, menghentikan tangisan histerisku. Aku hanya dengan tenang menyukai unggahan tersebut dan mengirimkan pesan pada Dion. [Ayo bercerai.] Setelah beberapa lama kemudian, dia mengirim pesan suara. Nada suaranya menantang. “Oke, akan aku tanda tangani saat pulang.” “Lihat saja nanti siapa yang akan menangis dan memohon agar aku tidak pergi.” Orang yang menerima perlakuan khusus membuat mereka berani bertindak tanpa batasan, Dion pun sama sekali tidak mempercayainya. 'Tetapi Dion... Tidak ada seorang pun yang tidak bisa meninggalkan seseorang, hanya saja orang itu masih cinta. Tetapi mulai sekarang, aku tidak ingin mencintaimu lagi.'

Devin King was my first—well, everything. They say you never forget your first. Whoever said that was right because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him out of my head or my heart. I foolishly thought my heart wouldn’t miss what it couldn’t see, but I was wrong because I never forgot, not for one moment. You’re not supposed to kiss your best friend. You’re not supposed to give your virginities to one another, either—but we did. We were kids, teenagers, full of hormones and mixed emotions, but it felt right. He was the first boy to kiss me, the first boy to touch me and taste me in a way only a lover would. “Say you want to be mine….” He whispered while I shook in his arms. And I did. And then he wrecked me. After I trusted him and gave myself to him, he disappeared, left me in my , the scent of him still lingering on my skin, the taste of his kiss still fresh on my lips. He left me after the amazing night we shared after we became one another’s and disappeared without a word. Until one day ten years later he pops up like a rash as the newly appointed CEO of our firm. Was I shocked to see him standing in the office after a decade? Yes. Did I almost faint? Hell yes. My heart may have melted a little when he smiled right at me, but he wouldn’t ever know that—because I hated him. But here I am, the VP of an established publication firm standing in the CEO’s office handcuffed to the pompous face. Why are we handcuffed you ask? Well, that's a funny story...

Suatu ketika kerajaan Therazium, berhasil dikalahkan dan di invasi oleh para bangsa lain. Khaigor sang ksatria dan rekan-rekannya, berhasil menyelamatkan diri. Lalu bertemu dengan sekelompok yang bernama Gridor, Berthous, Megrito dan Nerdho, kelompok yang membasmi monster, kaum lain, prajurit rekrutan, bahkan mereka bisa dibayar. Khaigor bergabung menjadi Gridor sambil bekerja sebagai tukang besi dan serabutan, kemudian bertemu dengan tiga anak muda yang terdiri dari seorang perempuan yang lebih tua bernama Avery dari dua anak laki-laki tersebut bernama Verdis dan Neos, Khaigor berpetualang bersama mereka, kemudian dia mencari kembali ketiga sahabatnya yang masih penasaran akan keberadaannya apakah mereka masih hidup atau pun telah tiada. Tiga anak tersebut tumbuh menjadi pejuang tangguh di iringi dengan pembinaan dari Khaigor, Avery menjadi seorang prajurit dan dua temannya yaitu Verdis dan Neos menjadi Gridor. Sudut pandang antara pihak Gridor, Berthous, Megrito, serta Nerdho, kerajaan dan masyarakat memiliki perbedaan yang sebagiannya berselisih satu sama lain, yang tak dapat diterima sepenuhnya antar pihak. Meskipun begitu, mereka tetap menjaga persatuan mereka sebagaimana manusia tapi berbeda jika telah berperang dalam antar suku dan bangsa. Pada perbedaan lain manusia kerap kali berkonflik dengan orc dan goblin, yang juga dianggap menjadi ancaman mereka manusia. Gambar dari istockphoto.com

Yusra Saidah. Nama yang cukup indah. Raut wajah yang mampu menggetarkan hati seorang lelaki bernama Tengku Faiz Iskandar. Sekilas pandang dia tahu gadis itu turut menyukainya. Rezeki bagaikan turut menyebelahinya. Ada makna rupanya disebalik kepulangannya ke Malaysia, cuti semester kali ini. Namun, itu 7tahun berlalu. Dan hari ini, Yusra Saidah. Meskipun hanya menatap sekeping gambar gadis itu, Tengku Fairuz tahu hatinya sudah terpaut. Kerana janji yg terpatri antara dua insan, telah mengikat satu ikatan suci antara mereka. Yusra Saidah milik Tengku Fairuz sepenuhnya. Tiada sesiapa yang mampu menidakkannya. "Bukan senang untuk aku hidup dengan dia. Hati dia ada orang lain." Luah Tengku Fairuz kepada temannya, Syed Ammar. "Aku janji Shah, aku akan cuba cintakan suami aku seperti mana aku cintakan Abang Faiz dulu. Lagipun aku tahu Abang Faiz dah lama buang aku dari hati dia." Sayu suara Yusra Saidah bersama linangan air mata di pipi. "Abang cari Idah. Merata abang cari tapi abang tak jumpa. Abang tak pernah lupakan Idah. Idah dah janji dengan abang, Idah akan tunggu abang balik tapi kenapa bila abang balik, Idah dah bahagia dengan dia?" - Tengku Faiz Dulu kita bahagia tapi bahagia kita tidak selamanya kerana Dia sudah tetapkan yang jodoh itu bukan milik kita. Betapa kuat kita menggengam, akhirnya kita sendiri yang akan terasa sakit.

Pada hari yang seharusnya menjadi hari pernikahanku, pengantinnya malah bukan aku. Upacara yang sudah kutunggu selama lima tahun berubah menjadi lelucon ketika Valentina, adik perempuanku, melangkah menyusuri lorong marmer dengan gaun pengantin putih. Lengannya melingkar di lengan Luca, pria yang seharusnya berdiri menungguku di altar. "Maafkan aku, Bianca," kata Valentina pelan. "Tapi hari ini kamu bukan lagi pengantinnya." Kemudian, dia menyentuh perutnya, matanya berkilat penuh kemenangan. "Aku hamil anak Luca." Kata-katanya meledak di dalam kepalaku dan seluruh duniaku seolah-olah mendadak sunyi. Seakan-akan takut aku tak akan memercayainya, dia mengangkat sesuatu yang mengilap ke arah cahaya. Gambar USG hitam putih. Tertulis jelas, usia kehamilan 12 minggu. Mataku terasa panas dan perih. Dengan mata berkaca-kaca, aku menoleh ke arah Luca, mati-matian mencari apa pun. Penyangkalan, penjelasan, ataupun penyesalan. Namun, dia hanya menghela napas, lelah dan pasrah. "Bianca, aku minta maaf," katanya tak berdaya. "Valentina nggak punya banyak waktu lagi. Pernikahan ini ... adalah permintaan terakhirnya." "Aku akan menebusnya," tambahnya. "Kita bisa mengadakan pernikahan lain nanti." Ayahku, Moretti, berdiri di belakangnya dengan ekspresi dingin yang sama seperti yang selalu dia tunjukkan sepanjang hidupku. Aku tak pernah melihatnya tersenyum kepadaku, bahkan sekali pun. "Bianca," katanya tajam. "Adikmu sekarat. Biarkan dia yang menikah hari ini." Kakak laki-lakiku mengangguk tanpa mengatakan sepatah kata pun, seolah-olah itu sudah cukup sebagai jawaban yang tegas. Sepanjang hidupku, mereka selalu memilih dia. Air matanya, keinginannya, kebutuhannya, semuanya lebih penting daripada aku. Hari ini pun tidak berbeda. Sesuatu di dalam diriku ada yang retak. Baiklah. Jika tak ada seorang pun di keluarga ini yang peduli padaku, aku akan pergi.