Good Omens Art

I made a mistake, a terrible mistake that I regret so badly. “Alex, can you get off my back, you bother me so much over unimportant things. You need to act like a real man” the horrible things I say to my husband. But I regret them and want him back but he doesn't want me anymore. I don't think I can live with this pain. What happens to Tracy when she realizes how much her husband means to her but she already lost him? Will she be lucky enough to have a second chance or forever live in regret?

After being reborn, I decide to return my fiancé to his true love. When he holds a singles party for her and doesn't want me to disturb him, I go to Faldora alone. He says I'm an annoyance, so I quit my job without hesitation. He doesn't feel good being in the same country as me, so I immediately migrate abroad. In the end, he tells me he wants to make his true love feel secure. I nod and accept someone else's proposal. Why am I so obedient and compliant? It's because of my past life. In my past life, his true love ended her life after I married him. He blamed me for separating them and subjected me to inhumane torture. This time, I just want to live my life. Later, when I'm taking a stroll with my family, he kneels before me and sobs in earnest. "I promise I'll be with you as long as you leave them, Audrey."

Somehow I got stuck in this situation. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere with people I've only known for a week. Then the business with 2 men who don't know where to start, suddenly is this close to me. Ivan is a good man, but I never knew that he would use any means to approach me, even though he clearly knew that I had a boyfriend. Then, Arthur, I'm sure I will never be able to understand him, even though we are as close as a pulse but it feels like there is a thick wall that protects Arthur from my attempts to hold him deeper. Ivan and Arthur got involved in a misunderstanding and a cold war just because of one Issa, which is me. Then I also do not know how to deal with my boyfriend after I was involved in an affair with these two men. I have to tolerate Ivan and also have to give up Arthur. Then it was with a heavy heart that I had to accept that Arthur and Ivan's friendship had to end, just like the duration of the program we were running which was one month, their friendship only lasted one month.

Artur adalah seorang tentara berpangkat rendah dia di kirim untuk melawan pemberontakan karena suatu kejadian dia masuk kedunia lain. Disini Artur menemui berbagai masalah di dunia yang penuh dengan konflik dan perang.

This book is loosely based on a true story. ‘You will fall in love many times in your life. But the best one will be falling in love with your best friend.’ When Blaze's world falls apart, it's only natural that she turns to Fabien ‘Fab’ Lévy, an old roommate, for support. They had become close friends eight years ago while dancing for the same company. Seeing him turns her world upside down. He’s now sexier than before, and so perfect… But even so, she will never have sex with him! Well, never is such a definitive word… Maybe just once… One steamy night… and that’s it! Fabien has always loved Blaze Autumn Bergdahl, and always wanted her. But she always so him as her best friend. Life pushed them in different directions, and now, after eight years, she's on his Paris doorstep, needing a place to stay… She's just as hot, and as gorgeous as ever and Fabien wants her just as much. Is this their chance to be finally together? Is it possible for a man and a woman to be just… good friends even if one of them is totally in love? Can she throw away the best sex and the best friend she's ever had for a handful of illusions?

Amelia Jones, Amy's good life turned upside down when she lost both her parents in a car accident. Now she got to move in with her father's best friend, Peter Brown, and his family. The only problem, their elder son Jason Brown is her arch-nemesis. That and her maternal uncle whom she never saw coming to take her custody. What is Amelia going to choose? Staying in Los Angeles and continue her life with Jason to irritate her 24*7 Or leave Los Angeles and move to India and leaving her whole life behind. And fast forward she comes to know that her wedding is fixed with Jason a long time back.

Five years and a divorce paper in my hand before I realized that I invested my time, effort and devotion to the wrong man. Trapped in a corner with nothing left to my name, I was willing to bargain with my ex-husband for my daughter’s sake. But then, a savior, my husband’s new boss came to rescue me from the financial quagmire I was in. He helped me recover what I lost: my dignity, pride and most importantly, he gave me hope. I thought he was the perfect man. But the illusion shattered when his motives came to bite me in the face. He was in this for revenge, and his target was me.

Having an Awakenist as my wife meant enduring her monkish attitude toward sex. We could only be intimate on the sixteenth of every month. Every detail—my position, rhythm, even my expression—had to follow her rigid rules. If I showed too much pleasure, she would immediately rise and leave. We had been married for five years. Was I ever tired of this? Yes. Still, I always gave in. I accepted these limitations because I loved her. "The Saintess loves me too," I told myself. That faith shattered the day I was sent to extinguish a hotel fire. Amid the flames, I found my wife pressed close to a man in disheveled clothes. Between their arms was a young boy.

After my mother shot down my pleas to cover my medical bills the 100th time, I clutched my bone cancer diagnosis papers and trudged to the crematorium. "Hi, I'd like to reserve a cremation slot ahead of time," I muttered to the clerk. Half an hour ticked by before my parents and adopted brother arrived in their car. My dad, a forensic pathologist, cracked me across the face. "You're pulling a fake-death stunt now, just to steal the spotlight from your brother?" My mom, a hospital director, snatched the papers from my hands and shredded them into confetti. "Faking records using my credentials and tying up hospital resources? You've crossed the line!" My brother cried, tugging at their sleeves. "It's all my fault. I'll skip the amusement park forever. I don't need a thing. Just quit riling up Mom and Dad." I spun around, my hand pressed against my throbbing chest, and begged the crematorium staff. "Please, when it's time, cremate me and scatter the ashes in the river. I've got no family left in this world."

By the third year of my marriage to Daniel Hawthorne, the war had already taken more than it ever returned, and this time it took his younger brother, Thomas Hawthorne. My sister-in-law, Eleanor, collapsed, and in the weeks that followed she tried to follow her husband into death— once with sleeping pills, once by the river beyond the officers’ quarters— only to be dragged back both times, each time clinging to me afterward as though I were the last thing keeping her grounded. I stayed with her, wiped her tears, and whispered that Thomas would want her to live, until the day she received the test results confirming she was three months pregnant, and the grief of losing her husband was slowly softened by the arrival of new life. I smiled too, believing grief had finally loosened its grip. That night, holding my own pregnancy test in my hand and thinking it was finally time to tell Daniel, I passed the study and heard his friend say quietly, “She’s carrying your child. You convinced the doctors to adjust the timeline so everyone would believe the baby belonged to your brother. Aren’t you afraid Margaret will find out?” Daniel didn’t hesitate. “She won’t,” he said calmly. “She loves me. She wouldn’t leave. I won’t let her know.” I didn’t step inside. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I opened the letter I had received weeks earlier— an official deployment order from the international medical corps, assigning me to a frontline war zone— and tapped Accept.