How Far I'll Go Chord

Terkadang takdir yang kita jalani tidak selalu seperti apa yang kita harapkan. Takdir yang kita jalani pun— terkadang mempermainkan kita Takdir itu pula yang membawaku di titik saat ini Entah harus senang atau sedih, Aku bingung Aku mencintainya! Tidak— Aku sangat sangat mencintainya Ya! Apa Kau dengar itu Tuhan? Aku mencintainya! Namun, Sang Kuasa bertindak dengan seenaknya Apa ini yang Dia inginkan? Membuat semua berjalan tidak sesuai dengan alurnya Memporak-porandakan semua impian yang sudah dirancang bersama Apa ini jalan yang telah dipilih untuk hidupku? Apa Aku sanggup? Tanpanya— Aku Freya Amelia, terpikat oleh lelaki yang hebat, Kei Sagara. Aku tidak pernah menyangka takdir akan mempertemukanku dengannya. Seseorang yang aku idam-idamkan. Namun, baru kusadari. Benar kata orang, setiap manusia tidak ada yang sempurna. Kalian pikir seorang Kei Sagara sempurna? Ya kupikir begitu awalnya. Bersamanya selama 4 tahun ini membuatku seperti terjebak dalam lingkaran hidupnya. Dia memberiku kebahagiaan, namun kebahagiaan itu harus kubayar dengan kebebasanku. Seolah-olah dia menggenggam erat sayap-sayapku untuk terbang, mengikatku dalam istana yang ia ciptakan untukku. Rasa ingin keluar selalu terbesit namun aku tak mampu berlari menjauh dari tempatnya. Bertaruh dengan resiko aku kehilangan dirinya? Aku tidak bisa. Ya, sebesar itulah efek seorang Kei Sagara dalam hidupku. Lalu apakah aku akan terus bertahan? Entahlah.

Bos galak itu tiba-tiba mendekatiku. Dan dengan tidak tahu malunya melamarku di depan banyak karyawan lainnya dan yang lebih parahnya, calon tunanganku juga menyaksikan adegan lamaran itu. “Bos, saya tahu saya bersalah karena sudah menampar Anda. Tolong pecat saya saja dan jangan membalas dendam dengan cara seperti ini!” Bukannya memecat Hanum, Bosnya malah semakin mendekatinya. Berbagai cara Abian lakukan untuk bisa dekat denga Hanum. Tapi penolakan adalah hasil yang selalu dia dapat. Hingga Hanum merasa lelah dengan kelakuan Abian. “Menyingkirlah, Bos!" BOOK COVER by @my_dalart (saya sendiri)

Si Stella Solace ay isang receptionist sa kilalang hotel locally at internationally. Sa pagkakaroon ng party sa hotel, hindi niya inaasahan na makaka-one night stand niya ang senior manager nila na napakasungit na si Kendrix Harrison at bukod pa doon, hindi na tinigilan ni Kendrix si Stella. Papayag kaya si Stella sa kagustuhan ni Kendrix o okay na ang minsan?

I spiked the drink of Daniel Falkner, Belcaster's big shot, three years ago. After that night of madness, he doesn't punish me. Instead, he takes my waist in his hands and drives into me until my legs go weak, calling me "princess", again and again. But just as I'm about to confess, Serena Jarman, the woman he never gets over, returns. For her sake, he lets me get hit by a car, makes me watch Mom's keepsake get left to a stray, and even throws me into jail with his own hands. By the time I'm shattered and boarding a flight to Velport to marry someone else, Daniel is tearing Belcaster apart just to find me.

Katherine Harrison swore one night with Dorian would be nothing more than a reckless mistake. A secret to bury. But when her father drags her into a summer of forced family bonding with her new stepmother, Katherine finds herself under the same roof as the one man she can’t stand and can’t stop craving. Dorian lives to provoke her. Every smirk, every filthy word, every brush of his body against hers feels like a dare she’s seconds away from losing. He knows exactly how to get under her skin, and the line between hate and desire blurs more with every stolen glance. She tells herself to ignore him. To remember he’s off-limits. To keep her distance. But Dorian has other plans…plans that could expose their darkest secret and burn their world to the ground. This summer, Katherine will have to decide, fight the fire or let it consume her whole.

All the relatives knew I had a "backward cousin." For my birthday, she gave me a grocery-store pound cake. When I ran a marathon, she presented me with a pair of worn-out canvas sneakers. At my graduate school acceptance party, she even sent a funeral wreath of white lilies with a sash that read "In Sympathy," wishing me an early departure to the afterlife. In my previous life, I slapped her so hard she tumbled down the porch steps. My brother took her side and plotted revenge, falsely reporting to the university that I had cheated on my SATs. My admission was revoked. "You're so modern. You know how things work," he sneered. "Plenty of people take a gap year. Just apply again." My father also defended her, cutting off all my financial support. "You've had so much schooling. You're so educated," he said coldly. "Support yourself." Alone in a city eighteen hundred miles from home, I fought to survive. I called my brother and my father again and again—only to be blocked. I delivered food while renting a room and studying to reapply. At my lowest, my hands were raw and cracked from frostbite, scrambling for delivery shifts at four in the morning just to earn a small bonus. Worn down by the cold and exhaustion, I suffered cardiac arrest at twenty-three and collapsed in a snowdrift in that unfamiliar city. No one ever came to claim me. This time, I chose to let it go and accepted the wreath with a gracious smile. To fully integrate myself into this family. After all, what is a moment of pride compared to a lifetime's inheritance?

I've returned to the Ashcroft family for three years. All three homecoming parties have ended in failure. At the first party, I was accused of stealing a watch in front of the guests. Because of that, I became the entire elite society's laughingstock. In the second party, I was pushed into a swimming pool. As such, I suffered from a high fever and was comatose for three days. It almost killed me. In the third party, a forged paternity test was hurled in my face. My own mother announced that she had cut all ties with me on the spot. Every party ended with the fake heir, Everest Ashcroft, bursting into tears and admitting his mistakes. But the entire family kept telling me, "Everest is deathly afraid of you obtaining our love meant for him. That's why he threw a small tantrum. "You're already acknowledged as a son of the Ashcrofts. Why must you keep latching onto this matter so pettily?" In the fourth party held on the fourth year, Everest threatens to off himself. In order to save him, I fall from the rooftop, causing my right leg to suffer from a comminuted fracture. My entire family huddles around Everest, who's obviously shaken, and keeps showering him with love and care. The butler is ordered to pass on their message to me. "Know your place. Do not disturb Everest when he's in bedrest." As I caress my broken leg, I keep laughing until tears stream down my cheeks. It's not that Everest doesn't want the Ashcrofts to give away their love to me. It's just that the Ashcrofts don't want to acknowledge me as a part of them at all. In that case, I might as well leave this family permanently.

Being the best is a requirement for me. When it comes to this, I am the best. Unlike others, I can move quickly. As for me, I'm quite robust. I have a high IQ. Many professional teams are interested in signing me because I am the starting goalkeeper for my high school's soccer squad. My teammates will follow my every order as long as I am captain. Girls urge me to add them to my list of s*x partners. To avoid my father's anger, I just need to make it to the professional league and play for the best team in the world. I am Williams Phanuel, and I have made sure that everything in existence is centered on me. I've got my eye on the new girl in class; it'll only be a matter of time until she succumbs to my charms. This one is more obstinate than others; she won't even give me her name. She has a sharp mind, too. Perhaps too witty for his own good. I simply cannot admit her. No one will get past me. Despite my lack of concern, I must admit that she is distracting me from my objective. Your father will not approve of that. Do I need to reiterate how much I adore the works of William Shakespeare? I'm aware of that. To put it simply, I am a paradox in human form. There are "some born great," "some who make great," and "those who have greatness thrust upon them," as Shakespeare put it. I managed to acquire all three! No one can ever hope to measure up to that.

"Before you go, was there something I could have said to make it all feel better?"- Lewis Calpadi Economic hierarchy strips a twenty three year old accountant, Maria Crawford, of a five year relationship with trillionaire Mama's boy, Dominic Payne. Things get a tad bit dramatic when a body is found in Dominic's trunk and love scores again as Maria does everything she can to prove that her ex is innocent. The Good news; she has a best friend who's a good lawyer and actually the best in the state named Zack Osborn, who lucky for them is in town. The Bad; our lawyer friend once had a bruised cheek courtesy of Mama's boy. With pleas from Maria, Zack agrees to be Dominic's lawyer even as he still hates his guts. What could a simple accountant know about murder cases? Would she be throwing herself out too for the murderer to find, or will she leave all these unscathed? ©️ Hillary 2022 ®️All rights reserved

My husband, Adrian Cross, was a high-profile lawyer. We'd been married for seven years. I'd always wanted a child of our own, but he had never touched me because his heart belonged to someone else. Not long ago, I got into a car accident trying to save him. He promised he would grant me any wish. Everyone assumed I would ask him to have a child with me, but I calmly asked for a divorce. Adrian laughed, a cruel, public sneer on his face. "Don't pretend," he mocked. "I've never met anyone as shameless as you. You'd risk your life for me, yet you think you could ever leave me?" My heart, long hardened, turned even colder. He had no idea that I had been given a second chance. … In my previous life, I finally became pregnant with his child. But his obsession, the one he couldn't forget, took her own life. All his rage fell on me. On the day I went into labor, he locked me in the basement and forced me to swallow a massive dose of abortion drugs. As blood gushed from me, he laughed like a madman. "Ella died because of you and that wretched child you're carrying. For the pain she endured, you will pay twice over!" I died from hemorrhaging. And he went on to hold a wedding at the grave of his lost love. But reborn, I returned to the day of the car accident, ready to see their doomed love come to its bitter end.