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Acepté cambiarme de escuela junto a mi amiga de la infancia, a quien acosaban constantemente, pero ella se retractó el último día. —No puedo creer que fingieras que te acosaban todo este tiempo solo para deshacerte de Harry —se burló su amiga—. Es tu amigo de la infancia. ¿En serio vas a dejar que se vaya solo a otra escuela? —Es solo otra preparatoria en esta ciudad. ¿Qué tan lejos podría estar? —dijo Lena sin ganas—. Ya me harté de que siempre esté cerca de mí. Solo quería distanciarme de él. Me quedé parado frente a la puerta un largo rato ese día, antes de decidir darme la vuelta e irme. Sin embargo, en la solicitud de transferencia, en lugar de escribir Preparatoria Haleswood, anoté el nombre de la escuela a la que mis padres querían que asistiera, la cual estaba en el extranjero. Parecía que todos habían olvidado que, desde el primer momento, Lena y yo pertenecíamos a mundos totalmente distintos.

The impostor took his own life the day I married Cathy Jones. By the second year of our marriage, we had turned against each other completely because of him. She despised me because my return had driven Zac Lowe to his death. And I despised her for longing after the man who had stolen my name for twenty years. For a decade, we hurled the cruelest words and wished death upon each other until the earthquake came. She shielded me under her body and used her back to bear the weight of the collapsing beam to keep me alive. The ceiling fell. Blood and debris blurred together. As her life slipped away, she whispered in my ear, “If I had known he would die, I would have never brought you home. “If there’s another life, your only family should be me.” In the end, I still died in the aftershock. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day she first took me to meet my biological parents. But she suddenly changed her mind. “Harry, I was wrong! You’re not the son the Lowe family lost twenty years ago.”

In the VIP lounge of an underground casino, Maeve, the Falcone family's princess, had been plied with too much hard liquor. Fueled by alcohol, someone goaded her into revealing the most shameless thing she'd ever done to win over the Don. She swirled her glass, pointed at me dealing cards behind the table, and threw her head back with a laugh. "Seven years ago, when Declan was in a coma after a shootout, I took his private phone. And I deleted the distress message that bitch sent him. Every last trace of it. Then I replied in his name: You're a burden. Go die." "You'll never guess what happened next. That idiot stood outside the safe house all night in a downpour, like a stray dog. I almost died laughing…" The room erupted in crude laughter. Only the man enthroned at the head of the table remained silent. The crystal whiskey glass in his hand shattered with a sharp crack. Blood mixed with the amber liquor, trickling over the veins on the back of his hand before dripping onto the carpet. His murderous, bloodshot eyes were locked on me. I calmly dealt the last hole card in front of him and offered a clean, white silk handkerchief. "Don Declan, you should wipe your hand. Blood on the felt is bad luck." After all, some stains never wash out.

My father suffered a heart attack and collapsed. Emergency treatment required the installation of a cardiac stent. I asked my husband to approve an expense of 10 thousand dollars for the surgery. Cameron Lister, the CEO, refused coldly, "The company and family accounts have been frozen recently because of a major project. Your father has medical insurance, so just use a cost-effective domestic stent for now." He was the sole administrator of all the bank cards in my family. His reply made me sorrowfully realize something. Even though I was a genius architectural designer with an annual income of 600 thousand dollars, I was still not worthy of choosing a better life-saving device for my own father. It was a Twitter post forwarded by a colleague, freshly and gleefully posted by the company intern Wendy. [Cameron is so nice. I just said I liked painting, and he gave me a million dollars to organize an art exhibition. I love him so much!] I looked at my father lying on an extra bed in the hospital corridor, groaning in pain, and then looked at the photo of them sweetly embracing each other. I finally understood that Cameron had perhaps never truly loved me. He had only treated me as a stepping stone for his soaring career, and as a tool for him to exploit without limits. 'If this is what you want, Cameron, then don't blame me for being ruthless,' I said inwardly.

"Nah, not gonna happen. I don't want to skip work just because of that girl. She's not that important. I will not make her life easier by impregnating her that soon," I said. "Well, bro, it's your choice. Just don't let yourself be head over the heels for Stacey. That'll create a big issue!" Harry said. "That's cliché, man! Do you think I'll let that happen? I'm so busy torturing her physically and mentally. I won't have any more time to think about loving her. I also barely go home," I confidently said. -----. Stacey's life has always been difficult. She is constantly required to present herself in front of the lads in order to encourage them to offer her money or whatever in return for sex. In addition, there will be a fee for each touch to private parts. It's almost as if you had to pay to touch. Fortunately, she was able to flee this realm thanks to Cygnus, her love one. But because of Yul Matthew Servano, everything became blue, and her life became much more confusing than it was before. It was planned for her to marry him. Will they build affections for each other despite the fact that Yul is a womanizer and Stacey is a transitory relationship for guests?

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

She chose his gifts carefully every year. His mother made sure he only received the ones he'd throw away. Faith Blackwood has spent years invisible in her own home, her belongings taken, her voice silenced, her carefully chosen gifts replaced with ones designed to make Harrison look down on her. On the night of her coming of age, fate delivers the last thing she expected: a mate bond with Harrison, the stepbrother who has made her life a misery. Harrison has spent years becoming exactly what his mother shaped him to be: ambitious, cold, and blind to the girl right in front of him. But when the truth begins to unravel, he discovers that everything he knew was built on lies, manipulation, and years of meaningful gifts he was never meant to receive. Sent to the mate cabin for three weeks, Harrison must face what he has done — and Faith must decide whether the boy she once called Harry still exists beneath the Alpha her stepmother created. A silver wolf with a name fit for a goddess. A man who must decide whether becoming worthy of his mate matters more than becoming the Alpha he was raised to be.

Novel ini adalah karya fiksi. Tidak ada kaitan sama sekali dengan tempat. Organisasi, Peristiwa Atau Tempat mana pun. David Wijaya adalah seorang anak berusia tujuh tahun yang hidup dengan kasih sayang penuh dari sang Ayah. Berbeda dengan Ibunya yang justru tega menjual-nya hanya demi mengejar ambisinya menjadi orang kaya. Sedangkan Ayahnya selalu berjuang bekerja memenuhi kebutuhan sehari-hari. Apalagi David yang sudah mulai bersekolah. Hingga akhirnya dimana David dibawa pergi oleh Rita si pembeli saat Harry sedang pergi membeli makanan. Na'as nya perjalanan pesawat yang ditumpangi David mengalami kecelakaan akibat kerusakan sistem, membuat pesawat mengalami ledakan yang tak terhindari. Akibatnya seluruh penumpang serta seluruh awak di pesawat dinyatakan tewas akibat ledakan itu. Ternyata, selama 10 tahun David dengan ajaibnya bisa selamat dari insiden mengerikan tersebut. Akan tetapi David yang telah kehilangan ingatannya malah terjebak dalam pertikaian di suatu negeri membuat dirinya harus bertahan hidup. Identitas David dirahasiakan dan ia telah kembali pulang ke Negara asalnya dengan bantuan Pemerintah. Akankah David bisa hidup normal sebagai warga sipil biasa?

What if you are invited in a falling game? Where your heart is in contingency. You need to act like a real couple in one whole month with activities you need to do together. What's the percentage of you not falling in love? Can you distinguish if he/she shows genuine gesture or is it a trap to make you fall? The prices are immersive, hard to nod off. Will you chose money or love? Or are you dictate your heart for the sake of money? Are you going to fall for uncertain love and vague love? Putting your heart at stake? Or you will play smartly, making your partner fall and ensure your winning place. This is the falling game and everything is fake. Once you fall, you lose. Good day Oxians! You are one of a lucky student to participate in the FALLING GAME. Golden rule: ONCE YOU FALL, YOU LOSE. 1. Exclusive for students of Oxford International School only. Any transferee or exchange students need to sign contracts to avoid problems. 2. Don't kill other participants. You are allowed to harm everyone in the game but killing is a crime. 3. No to inactive. Two absents mean a punishment plus removing to the game. 4. Can do activities and attendances. Failure to comply means a punishment. 5. Act like a real couple. Play your cards well and don't let your heart dictates your mind. We have eyes everywhere. If you are interested, please see us in FG house anytime. For further information and knowledge regarding this game, you may send an email to FGhouse@gmail.com

The following book contains mature contents. I laid beside her and turned her body to make it face mine. I slid my one hand under her waist and pulled her even closer to me until there was no space left between us. I hugged her feeling a lot of things; love, care, pain, hate. “Gabriel?” she whispered. “Yes love.” “I Love You!” There. She said those words to me. If she'd said to me before yesterday then I would've been the happiest and most probably the craziest person on earth. I would declare a holiday in the entire city, I would take her in my arms and kiss her until we both run out of breathe, but today, it was different. I felt only pain. “Zayla?” She did not speak. She was already in her wonderland. “I don't want to love you anymore Love.” ------------------------------------------------------------ Her past was a Werewolf, her present is a Lycan. Her past broke her heart, her present deceived her feelings. Stuck in between Worse and Worst, Then and Now, yet she goes for the odd option; end her life and finish everything at once. "Everything will be fine as long as I'm gone." Experience the life of Zayla; a girl for whom luck never favored and no good cards were ever dealt to her, as she is torn in between a Werewolf whom she loved immensely and was her pride and a Lycan whom she trusted blindly and went against all the prejudice. ... Be ready for Pain, Hate, Betrayal and a Love like no other.