Good Afternoon In Korean

My boyfriend is a forensic artist. He was forced to make a harrowing decision to save his first love. At the killer's demand, he created a portrait from a photo—he never realized that the young girl in the photo was me in my childhood. Two weeks later, the police investigate a grisly bomb explosion and dismemberment case. The victim's identity was unrecognizable, and the investigation dragged on for days as the authorities desperately searched the blast site, looking for my remains. After three days and nights, they finally recovered enough of my remains to reconstruct my face. When my boyfriend unknowingly brought the shattered fragments back to life with his art, he was confronted with a horrifying truth—one that drove him to the edge of madness.

A fierce woman who had spent years of fretting, due to her self problems. Someone who's an aelurophile and pluviophile. A businesswoman who owns a picturesque relaxing place located in the middle of a city. A man who suffered from PTSD due to one traumatic incident during his childhood. Someone who has two different types of phobias. Notwithstanding, he's someone who has looks, attitude, and a heart. Two different people. Two different personalities. Howbeit, both do relish a few of the same hobbies. Both have different problems within themselves. Been set up by their families to live together. Would they agree to live together in a single house? Could they really help each other? How and in what way? Would they end up being together or will they just end up being perpendicular lines who cross paths just once and separate after so they could arrive at their endpoints?

Isang pagkakamali ang nagawa ni Aria ng gabing iyon. Hindi sapat ang kinikita niya bilang janitress sa isang fastfood chain, kasabay ng kaniyang pag-aaral sa kolehiyo. Dahil sa kahirapan ng pamumuhay ay nagawa niyang tanggapin ang alok sa kanya ng kapit bahay niyang nagtatrabaho sa club, dahil kailangang maoperahan ang kaniyang tatay sa lalong madaling panahon. Hindi lingid sa kaalaman ni Aria na isa s'yang ampon, natagpuan na lang ito ng pamilyang kumopkop sa kanya noong sanggol pa lamang ito sa tabi ng dalampasigan noon. Hindi nito alam na ang lalaking kumuha ng serbisyo nito ng gabing iyon ay maimpluwensyang tao likas na mayaman at tinitingala ng lahat. FUCKLERS DAX MONTEFALCO 25year old isang multi billionaire at businessman ng bansa na nilagyan ni Aria ng sleeping pills ang iniinum nitong alak upang hindi makuha nito ang matagal na n'yang iniiangatan pagkakababae. Sa edad ni Aria na 20 year old ay wala pa itong nagiging karelasyon kaya ganun na lamang ang pag-iingat nito sa kanyang sarili. Paano kaya matatakasan ni Aria ang lalaking pilit syang hinahanap upang maparusahan sa pagkakasalang panloloko nito sa lalaki? Sana inyo pong subaybayan ang kwento nila Mr. Fucklers Dax Montefalco at ni Aria Zelle Celedonio sa LOVE IN THE TIME OF CHAOS Bastarda Series-two akda ni J.C.E CLEOPATRA.

Despite coming from different social classes, Aspen and Lexa were best friends... Inseparable,,, until that fateful day that changed everything. When Lexa shows up out of the blue again, years later, desperate for help to save her friends and her people. Aspen has always been a good girl and never asked too many questions, but to ease her mind, she decides to go prove herself right. However, nothing is as it seems, and it sends her spiraling on a hunt to discover a truth that has been kept from her. But choosing between her family and what's right, is hardly an easy choice, and Lexa is nothing like the girl she once knew. But to save themselves, they have to risk everything. And nothing is more terrifying than that.

Saat bertemu dengan Marshella Wood--sang penulis novel yang sedang naik daun--untuk membicarakan projek film, Marvel Dawson diserang oleh sekelompok orang tak dikenal. Penyerangan itu membuatnya mau tidak mau percaya akan cerita penulis itu, bahwa mereka telah terhubung sejak berabad-abad yang lalu. Berdua, mereka kembali ke abad pertengahan untuk memutuskan rantai kutukan yang telah memakan banyak korban.

After his first love returns, Yvan Jenkins asks Yuna Feron for divorce. Yuna knows very well that she doesn’t have his heart, so she resolutely agrees. Unexpectedly, someone is determined to kill her and nearly succeeds in taking her life. Seven years later, Yuna returns. Yvan says, “You’re not dead!” Yuna smiles. “Mr. Jenkins, if you want to collaborate, you must beg me for forgiveness over what happened in the past.” Later on, Yvan finds out about the existence of their children. He asks Yuna about them, only for Yuna to comment, “Mr. Jenkins, shamelessness is a condition that needs to be treated.” The second she turns away, Yuna pats her chest in relief, scared out of her wits that he’d steal her children away. Yet, later, Yvan cages her in his arms and says, “Yuna, not only do I want the children, but I want you too.”

Because I made Sam Whitaker's "perfect girl" take a cold shower, he threw me inside a freezer and locked the door. "Nancy caught a cold, so now I'm going to make you suffer with her!" I desperately clawed at the freezer door, screaming for help, but all I could see was Nancy Bullocks' lips moving. "Sam cares too much about me, so there's nothing I can do to plead on your behalf. I'm afraid you'll just have to endure this one." She set the temperature to the lowest possible setting, and the last sliver of my vision faded as the dust cover slipped into place. When Sam returned from his honeymoon, he finally showed some mercy and said he would let me out. "I'll let it slide this time, but let's see if you dare target Nancy again." 'I won't dare to target her again because I have already become a massive block of ice. One touch and I will shatter into a thousand pieces,' I said to myself.

Imagine being kidnapped; being held hostage; being threatened with hunger and violence; surviving with unknown people. Imagine finding a connection, finding love in that oh so terrible prison. Imagine being loved by that love. Imagine being lost, torn away from that love; slapped back to the reality of your fate. Imagine being tortured; the pain not mostly from your own torture, but from the knowledge that the love was somewhere else, somewhere close but far; also being tortured. Imagine your whole life being questioned, threatened to be a lie. Imagine that love being questioned. Imagine being alone. Imagine Love In Bondage.

Karina Moon never expected to meet her idol, an actor named Justin Kim in a bush near her house. Karina, who was drunk, fell into the bushes by accident. Karina fell right into the arms of Justin Kim who was injured and hid behind the bushes. Both were unconscious until morning, Karina and Justin were found by local residents hugging each other. News of Justin and Karina spread all over the country, because Justin is a famous actor. To restore his name, Justin offers a contract with Karina to be his wife for six months. Karina, who is a fan of Justin and is in debt, immediately accepts the offer. Karina was completely unaware that Justin had never had a relationship with any woman for a secret reason. Justin is no ordinary human, he is half-demon! His first encounter with Karina in the bushes was an accident, as Justin was injured by his enemy. What is Justin's mission on earth? How will Karina react when she finds out the truth about Justin? Will Justin fall in love with Karina?

During an ambush, I risked everything to save Matthew, but in doing so, I lost the ability to stand—my legs were permanently damaged. Matthew was devastated. Holding me close, he swore he would love me forever and never betray me. Overwhelmed with emotion, I agreed to marry him. In secret, I sought medical treatment, and after a long, gruelling journey, the day finally came when the doctor told me I could walk again. Overjoyed, I rushed home, eager to share the incredible news with him. However, the moment I pushed open the door, my world collapsed. Matthew was fooling around with his female assistant—right there in our home. On our bed. Wrapped in each other's arms, they kissed passionately, completely lost in the moment. As things heated up, the woman gazed at him and murmured, "Matt, why don't you just leave that cripple? She can't satisfy you at all." "Don't you love the thrill of sneaking around? It wouldn't be nearly as exciting if I left her." A wave of icy rage surged through me. So that was what our marriage meant to him—nothing more than a twisted game, a joke between him and his mistress. Drained and heartbroken, I turned and walked out. That night, I booked a flight back to my hometown. I was done with this city. Let Matthew live with his regret.