Ghost Rider Blue Flame

Tiga bulan setelah menikah, Azalea Ariva tak pernah lagi disentuh oleh suaminya–Haiden Mahendra. Padahal saat malam pertama, Haiden begitu bersemangat dan penuh hasrat. Haiden bahkan tak berhenti di saat Lea memohon karena sudah kelelahan. Hal itu membuat Lea bertanya-tanya dan overthinking. Adakah rahasia yang suaminya sembunyikan darinya? Karena sering kali, saat bangun pagi, perut Lea terasa nyeri. "Jangan nakal, Nyonya HaiLe, atau kau akan mendapat hukuman berat dariku." Haiden Mahendra. "Uuu … hukuman apa tuh? Mau dong dihukum Ayang." Azalea Ariva. "Lepaskan pakaianmu di hadapanku sekarang juga!"

Selama bertahun-tahun, Rosalyn Anderson menjadi istri yang penurut. Namun, kematian sang ibu seperti pembebasan untuknya. Ia membuang semua topeng kepatuhan, menuntut cerai dari suaminya yang berselingkuh, dan memulai misi balas dendamnya. Apakah setelah bercerai, Rosalyn mampu untuk membalaskan dendamnya? atau malah terjerat dengan pria lain yang lebih sampah ketimbang suaminya dulu?

Anatasya dijebak oleh calon ibu mertuanya dengan paman tunanganya, yang sedang sakit dan berada di kursi roda. Dia pikir dia akan menjalani kehidupan menyedihkan setelan menikah, tetapi dia tidak tahu bahwa Paman tunangannya memberinya Rumah dan tanah, dan bahkan memanjakannya sampai ke surga. Satu-satunya hal buruk dari suamianya dia terus-menerus batuk dan sepertinya dia akan mati. Hingga suatu hari, Anatasya menemukan rahasia suaminya. Anatasya mencibir, "Bukanya kamu akan segera mati?" Ainsley: "Istriku menjagaku dengan baik." Anatasya mengertakan giginya, "Bukanya kakimu lumpuh?" Ainsley, "Agar anak kita tidak ditertawakan, aku meminta Dokter terkenal untuk menyembuhkan kakiku." Anatasya meledak dengan marah, "Ainsley, apa lagi yang kamu sembunyikan dariku?" Ainsley langsung berlutut dilantai dan memegang tangan Anatasya, "Sayang, jangan marah, pukul saja aku, ini semua salahku yang sudah berbohong padamu. Jangan sakiti janinnya, oke?"

Precious has always felt different from her peers, she has always had a hard time fitting in, so she wears a hoodie to be invisible but this only makes her visible and an easy target. Everything changes when a ghost Tommy suddenly appears and makes her life more complicated. Precious learns things about herself that her parents had kept from her, and realises she really isn't like others around her. Will she be able to fulfil her purpose?.

Alianne Casper Villarreal, a naughty little perverted ghost who loves to tease everyone around her. For her, dying gives her nothing but a complete freedom, but her belief changed when she meets Regan. He make her wants to live again for him. Regan Heaven Co, a business man who fear ghosts a lot. He always think that dying is the most awful thing to happen to every people in this world, but meeting Alianne was a life-changing experience for him. He wishes to die for her. Every single line of life tells a different stories, and there is no such assurance wether or not it'll turns out good as the beginning or bad as a chaotic ending. Would they rather die, or stay alive?

As the daughter of a billionaire, I grew up in a world full of luxury. But when I turned 18, I gave everything I had to my brother's best friend, Nathan Gildon. He was the one my brother trusted most, the one he personally brought up. Nathan was smart and ambitious, and when he smiled, it felt as if he was handing you the whole world. I had had a crush on him for years. Last night, I thought he finally loved me back. I thought I wasn't just the girl who snuck glances at him across crowded parties anymore. I thought I was the woman he'd bring into his future. But the next morning, I heard him on the balcony, laughing with an investor friend. "Mavis is just practice. I need some experience before I pursue Claire. Besides, her family can open a lot of doors for me." I didn't cry, question him, or explain myself. I just packed my bags and changed my college applications. One week later, I was on a plane to Eltoria. And the man who betrayed me that night? He went crazy trying to win me back.

Di tahun ketika pacarku paling miskin, aku memutuskan hubungan dengannya. Beberapa tahun kemudian, dia menjadi bos mafia dan menggunakan segala cara untuk menikahiku. Semua orang berkata, aku adalah cinta pertama yang tak bisa dia lupakan, istri yang paling dia hargai. Namun belakangan, dia membawa pulang wanita yang berbeda setiap malam hingga aku benar-benar menjadi bahan tertawaan semua orang. Aku tidak menangis ataupun marah, hanya diam di kamarku sendiri. Aku tidak pernah mengganggu kesenangannya. Elton marah besar. Dia menciumku dengan kasar, lalu bertanya dengan suara rendah, "Kamu nggak cemburu?" Namun, Elton tidak tahu bahwa aku sedang sakit. Dia bisa membeli setengah kota dengan kekerasan, ancaman, dan uang. Dia bisa membeli kebebasanku, pernikahanku, dan terbenam dalam pelukan wanita lain setiap malam .... Namun, dia tidak tahu bahwa hidupku hanya tersisa tujuh hari lagi.

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

After eight years of marriage, I finally get pregnant with Claude Frey's child. It's my sixth round of IVF, and my last chance. The doctor says I can't put my body through it again. I'm overjoyed, ready to share the good news with him. But a week before our anniversary, I received an anonymous photo in the mail. In it, he was bending down to kiss another woman's pregnant belly. That woman is his childhood sweetheart, the one his family watched grow up. She's gentle and well-mannered, and the kind of daughter-in-law every parent dreams of. The funniest part is that his entire family knows about her pregnancy, except me. I'm just the punchline in their joke. It turns out that the marriage I've been holding together despite all my wounds is nothing but a carefully crafted lie. Fine. I don't want Claude anymore, and I'll never let my child be born into a world built on lies. I book my ticket to leave on our eighth anniversary. It's also the very day he's supposed to take me to see the sea of roses. Before we got married, he promised me a sea of flowers all my own. But instead, I find him in front of the rose garden, kissing his pregnant childhood sweetheart. After I leave, he starts searching for me everywhere. "Don't go, please?" he begs. "I was wrong. Don't leave." He finally remembers the promise he'd made to me and plants the most beautiful roses in the world in that garden. But I don't need it anymore.

Am Tag vor dem Abschlussball der Highschool lockte Ethan Luciano mich ins Bett. Er war grob und begehrte mich die ganze Nacht. Trotz der Schmerzen war mein Herz voller Süße. Denn ich hatte Ethan seit zehn Jahren heimlich geliebt – endlich hatte sich mein Traum erfüllt. Er sagte, er wolle mich nach dem Abschluss heiraten. Sobald er die Führung der Familie Luciano von seinem Vater übernehme, würde er mich zur mächtigsten Frau der Familie machen. Am nächsten Tag hielt Ethan mich umarmt in seinen Armen, als er meinem Adoptivbruder gestand, dass wir nun ein Paar seien. Schüchtern saß ich auf seinem Schoß und fühlte mich wie die glücklichste Frau der Welt. Doch plötzlich wechselten sie ins Italienische. Lucas, mein Adoptivbruder, neckte: „Ganz der Young Boss – bei seinem ersten Mal springt ihm gleich die Schönheitskönigin in die Arme.“ „Und wie schmeckt dir meine kleine Schwester?“ Ethan antwortete gleichgültig: „Außen rein und unschuldig, aber im Bett verdammt versaut.“ Ringsum brach Gelächter aus. „Soll ich sie also meine kleine Schwester oder meine zukünftige Schwägerin nennen?“ Doch Ethan runzelte die Stirn. „Welche Schwägerin? Ich will die Cheerleaderin erobern, aber hab Angst, sie findet mich schlecht im Bett. Also übe ich vorher kurz was an Cynthia.“ „Dass ich mit Cynthia geschlafen habe, erzählt das bitte nicht Sylvia. Ich will nicht, dass sie sauer wird.“ Was sie nicht wussten: Ich hatte längst heimlich Italienisch gelernt – nur um eines Tages mit Ethan mithalten zu können. Ich sagte kein Wort. Ich änderte einfach stillschweigend meine Universitätsbewerbung – von Caltech zum MIT.