Good Shounen Ai

J'ai attendu un donneur compatible pendant deux ans, mais mon mari a fait greffer le cœur à la fausse héritière, Zoé Rivière. Les médecins ont dit qu'il ne me restait plus qu'une semaine à vivre, alors j'ai décidé de faire congeler mon corps. J'ai fait don de mon corps au studio de Zoé. Le jour où j'ai signé l'acte de donation, mon fils s'est jeté dans mes bras et a dit que je m'étais enfin réconciliée avec sa tante Zoé. Mes parents ont dit avec satisfaction que j'avais enfin compris l'importance de l'affection entre sœurs et de l'entraide. Mon mari a dit, soulagé, que j'avais enfin laissé tomber mes rancœurs et que j'étais devenue raisonnable. J'ai esquissé un léger sourire, oui, cette fois, j'ai vraiment appris à être docile. J'ai décidé de rendre à Zoé le statut de l'héritière du Groupe Rivière et de satisfaire chacun d'entre eux.

The night before the annual gala, my wife promised me a big surprise. But the very next day, she publicly quintupled the marketing manager's bonus. To me, she just gave a curt nod and a half-hearted "keep up the good work". When I questioned her decision, she brushed it off casually. "You've racked up some impressive wins in court. I'll give you that, but let's be real. Without Kevin hyping you up, you'd never have hit top-tier status. Plus, what's mine is yours. Why nitpick over a bonus?" The room buzzed with anticipation of my explosion. But I held my tongue till the gala ended. The next morning, I marched into her office and slapped my resignation letter down on her desk. "Might as well tack my salary onto Kevin's. Consider it my wedding present to you." She erupted, branding me as narrow-minded and dooming me to the unemployment line. She conveniently overlooked my track record as a powerhouse attorney. For that alone, elite firms were lining up to recruit me.

My wife, Charlene Weber, has taken me to the Scumbag Court. If I'm found guilty, all my assets will be taken from me, and I'll face 10 years of imprisonment. Charlene, on the other hand, will get to marry her ideal man—Joel Quinlan—as she wishes. If I'm acquitted of all charges, Charlene will be made to divorce me without alimony. She'll also be cursed with bad luck and disfigured so badly she'll be the ugliest woman in the world. Conversely, I'll be given 10 million dollars in reparations and gain a lifetime's worth of good luck. Everyone is advising me to admit to my mistakes, but only because Charlene has always been a virtuous, devoted wife in their eyes. They think that there must surely be some complicated grievances between us at the moment. However, they are unaware that I've been reborn. This time, I'm going to tear off Charlene's mask of hypocrisy.

I had just given birth when the country sent me on a secret mission that kept me undercover for seven years. When it finally ended, I came home on leave. I was eager to see my husband and children, whom I had missed every single day. However, the moment my car stopped at the gate, I saw my two children—my most precious treasures—being shoved down the steps by a woman. They tumbled hard, and they were covered in bruises. The next second, three snarling wolfhounds were released from the house, and they pounced on the children with bared teeth. Fury surged through me, and I charged forward. I got the dogs away with a few swift kicks and punches. Amid the animals’ pitiful howls, my ten-year-old son instinctively shielded his sister. His young face was pale with fear. Meanwhile, my eight-year-old daughter snapped out of her daze and trembled as she urged me to leave. “Miss, run! You hurt her dogs, and if Dad finds out, he won’t let you get away with it!” I forced down my anger and gently said, “She set the dogs on you first. Even if your dad were here, he’d protect you just like I did.” I did not expect this to make their eyes instantly fill with tears. Alarmed, I was about to ask what was wrong when a woman’s arrogant voice rang out. “You vagrant! I have a close relationship with Martin Gray, and I’m also the lady of the Gray family! “You and these two brats who dirtied my house aren’t leaving in one piece today!” I froze for a second before I took a deep breath and called my husband. “Martin, who’s this woman proclaiming to be the lady of the Gray family? Where did she come from? You’d better have a good explanation for this. And tell me, when did the house I left for John and Katy get a new owner?”

My family was supposed to be the richest of the land, yet I had to refund even a cheap delivery. Why? In my previous life, my housekeeper's daughter got her hands on a trading system. Every cent of money I spent would be hers. She started trying to guilt-trip me into donating to all the impoverished students in her school. It was charity anyway, so I signed a check worth 300 grand. The moment I did, that money became part of her savings, and the amount on my check was zero. Everyone called me names, called me a charlatan. Even the boy toy I spent good money on broke up with me. That girl used my money to donate to charities and became the kind and beautiful heiress. She told everyone I was the housekeeper's daughter instead. Furious, I grabbed my black card and started shopping like crazy. I wanted to prove I was the real heiress, but the balance in my account was cleared immediately. That girl then spent 1.2 million right away, like it was one dollar. She scoffed at me. "Don't try to act like you're rich when you're a broke loser. Your mother doesn't make enough as a housekeeper." The Internet decided to hunt me down. I could not handle the stress, and my mind broke. For some reason, my body withered away at a blistering rate. Before my father could save me, I drew my last breath. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to that fateful day. The day the housekeeper's daughter made me donate to the school.

My wife—Nancy Valente—had been "missing" for three months after some fake skiing accident. I spotted her at a bar. She was draped over Finley Bennett's shoulder, laughing like she hadn't wrecked my life. "Good thing you came up with this plan. I almost forgot what freedom felt like." Her crew kept clinking glasses, asking when she planned to pop back up. She glanced down. "Maybe in a week. I'll show up once he's lost his mind." I stayed in the shadows, watching her bask in her little escape act. Then I grabbed my phone and called a buddy at the Vital Records Office.

When Lila finds herself in a world different from hers, she needed to get away from there because humans weren't loved there, and her only hope to find her way home was Rem, the only werewolf she could trust, but what happens when Lila falls in love with Rem along the line, and she finds out that he can't reciprocate her love because he had a destined mate? what happens when Rem finds out that Lila was his mate? Find out in this story of love, heartbreak and Revenge

Han adalah malaikat yang bertugas untuk mengatur genetik manusia yang akan lahir sesuai dengan genetik kedua orang tuanya. Suatu hari ia lalai dan melakukan sebuah kesalahan hingga membuat seorang bayi kehilangan ibunya. Untuk menebus kesalahannya, ia diturunkan ke bumi untuk merawat bayi tersebut. Di bumi dia bertemu dengan seorang gadis yang bersedia membantunya dalam kesulitan merawat bayii. Seiring berjalannya waktu, cinta tumbuh diantara mereka.

Setiap hari berjalan seperti menaiki roller coster saat menghadapi Pak Bos yang gampang tantrum. Ada aja kesalahan yang bikin beliau marah-marah nggak jelas. Tapi anehnya itu cuma sama aku. Ada apa sih sebenarnya sama Pak Bos?

J'ai épousé Lucien Lepont depuis dix ans. J'ai rencontré toutes ses maîtresses après notre mariage. Chaque fois qu'il s'était lassé et qu'il voulait une autre femme, j'étais son meilleur prétexte pour rompre avec chacune d'elles. « Si tu m'épouses, tu deviendras comme elle. À la fin, nous serons trop habitués l'un à l'autre, et il n'y aura plus aucune nouveauté. » Le jour de notre anniversaire de mariage, j'ai essuyé les larmes de la femme qu'il venait de quitter, tandis que lui est allé au cinéma avec une nouvelle maîtresse. La jeune femme a vidé un paquet de mouchoirs en pleurant, et j'ai cru revoir mon propre visage d'autrefois. Alors, j'ai demandé le divorce à Lucien. Il s'est montré inhabituellement déconcerté, « Tu ne pourrais pas attendre un peu ? Peut-être que je reviendrai à toi un jour. » J'ai souri doucement sans répondre et j'ai réservé un billet d'avion pour l'autre côté de l'océan. Je n'ai plus eu la patience d'attendre ton retour, alors je suis partie la première.