How To Say Condolences Properly

Aku sudah mencintai suamiku selama lima tahun, tapi tidak pernah mendapatkan balasan apa pun darinya. Hari pertama aku meninggal, suamiku langsung pergi mencari cinta pertamanya. Diwaktu aku hilang, dia hanya berkata dengan senyum cemooh, "Onar apalagi?" Saat dia mengangkat telepon untuk pergi memastikan aku sudah meninggal atau belum, dia kira bisa mengungkapkan kebohonganku. Tapi dia tidak tahu kalau aku sudah meninggal beberapa hari.

Sophie thought she had it all planned out. She'd broken free from her dead-end job and stagnant relationship and was off to see the world. She craved adventure and independence. Romance was the last thing on her mind—Until she met Callum, the handsome Scot who threatened to turn all her plans upside down. But, Sophie did say she wanted an adventure. And Callum looked like an adventure.

I was a semi-retired actress, joining a divorce reality show with my billionaire husband. "I want a divorce." Facing the camera, I spoke calmly. Off-camera, Hector Sinclair frowned as he reviewed the scene with me. "You need to show more emotion when you say it. That’s what will get people talking, stir up discussion, and drive the views. "Otherwise, who’s going to believe you really want to divorce me? They’ll just think you’re acting again. “Use your head. I can’t guide you every step of the way." Yeah. To outsiders, I was nothing more than a pretty face—vain, shallow, and talentless. Meanwhile, he was a shrewd and cultured businessman, commanding a fortune worth billion. No one believed I would willingly give up the title of Mrs. Sinclair, not even Hector himself. However, he had no idea that this time, I meant it.

Seumur hidupnya, Alex Darian selalu bertindak sesuka hatinya, juga tidak tertarik pada wanita. Hingga dia bertemu dengan Yovita Surya. Dia menggoda dan merayu Yovita, melihat wajahnya perlahan memerah bagaikan awan senja. Dada Alex dipenuhi kegembiraan, makin ingin mengganggu gadis itu. Ketika teman-teman Alex mengira bahwa Alex tidak bisa hidup tanpa Yovita, pria itu menghisap rokoknya, lalu tersenyum. "Aku hanya merasa dia menarik, hanya bermain-main saja." Suasana mendadak sunyi. Alex merasakan ada yang tidak beres, lalu menoleh ke belakang. Yovita berdiri di belakangnya, menatapnya dengan tenang. Seketika, Alex pun panik. Semua orang mengatakan bahwa Alex penuh ambisi, menginginkan kekuasaan besar. Dia ingin mengguncang dunia, ingin kemasyhuran dan kekayaan. Kemudian, pria itu menambahkan satu lagi. Dia ingin Yovita tersenyum untuknya.

Love does not always look like salvation, sometimes, it looks like ruination. For six years, Sara has lived in the shadows of her own marriage. Hidden, humiliated and disgraced, over and over again. Her husband's hatred of her has striped away every layer of her identity. She is empty, she has given and given. Now, there's nothing left to give. Sara has had enough. She is filing for a divorce and needs separation from her husband. She is determined to make something good out of her life, and leave Derek Marshall behind. Just when she is almost free, she stumbles on a devastating secret, a secret that unravels her life. Now, Sara has to chose between the man who has broken her heart, lied to her, broke her trust over and over again, and, the promise of a better, simpler, easier life. Sara and Derek find themselves, stuck between a bullet and a heartbreak. Quite literally.

On the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, Michael Robertson ghosted. I sat outside the County Clerk's Office for hours. Instead of him, I got a pic from his secretary, Kallie Clunt. She was in his lap, arms wrapped around him, making out like it was the hottest scene in a drama. [Sorry, Elsa. Michael said he had to comfort my broken heart. You don't mind, do you?] When I asked him about it, he just looked annoyed. "She gave me blood once. What's the big deal if I hang out with her? Can't you be a little more understanding?" My stomach dropped. I turned away and called his older brother. "Leon, do you still want to marry me?"

Hasna, ialah seorang istri yang hidup serba kekurangan bersama sang suami. Memiliki suami yang tempramental membuat Hasna yang saat itu sedang hamil menjadi sering merasa frustasi hingga ia mengalami pecah ketuban sebelum waktu kelahiran dan menyebabnya bayi perempuan yang dikandungnya meninggal ketika dilahirkan. Sejak saat itu dunia Hasna seketika berubah menjadi begitu suram, hingga setelah beberapa tahun berlalu, akhirnya Hasna bisa kembali tersenyum saat ia kembali melahirkan seorang bayi perempuan yang begitu cantik yang ia beri nama Melati. Hasna begitu bahagia memiliki Melati, pernah kehilangan anak perempuan pertamanya, membuat Hasna menjadi begitu over protektif pada Melati, ia juga begitu memanjakan Melati dan meskipun mereka hidup dalam keadaan serba kekurangan, sebisa mungkin Hasna berusaha untuk selalu memenuhi kebutuhan Melati. Hal itu pun membuat Rio, adik lelaki Melati menjadi iri hati karena perlakuan berbeda yang diberikan ibunya. Karena itu pula Melati pun tumbuh menjadi gadis remaja yang manja dan pemberontak. Bagaimana kelanjutannya????

"Are you sure you want to change your name, Ms. Anderson? You'll have to change your degree certificate, documentation, and passport once you do." Noelle Anderson nods. "I'm sure." The employee tries to talk her out of it. "It's quite troublesome for adults to change their names, and your current name sounds nice. Are you sure you don't want to think about it?" "No, I'm done thinking." She signs the form. "Sorry for the trouble and thanks." "Alright, then. The name you're changing to is… Aria Byrd, right?" "Yeah." Aria Byrd—it means a flight to freedom.

The night before my mating ceremony with Alpha Garrett Northwood of the Silverpine Pack, he held a grand Luna ceremony for my silver-poisoned stepsister behind my back. He held Serena close under the starlit sky, his smile tender in a way I'd never seen: "You're the only one I truly love, Serena." "Even though Maya and I are already registered as mates with the Alpha Council, she'll never have my heart. You're the only one I recognize as my Luna." The pack members cheered and blessed them as they completed the ceremony with joy. I watched it all without crying or screaming. Instead, I quietly scheduled an abortion appointment. I've loved Garrett Northwood for twelve years, ever since I first shifted as an adult. But his heart still only had room for my stepsister Serena. If that's how it was, I'd let go. Later, I joined the secluded Herbal Research Center of the Alpha Council. I left Garrett nothing but a mate bond dissolution agreement. But for some reason, Garrett—who had always treated me with disdain—suddenly went crazy begging me not to leave.

I take a step back, ready to change course and leave, but the Lycan King closes the distance between us. He’s dangerously close to me now, his body in full display and sending my whole body aflame. The familiar heat between my legs starts to appear. “Where are you going?” he whispers, his breath hot against the top of my head. “Are you really trying to leave?” I don’t say anything. I can’t. All I can think about is how his length would feel like inside me, and that’s not something I want to linger on right now. I need to focus. He laughs softly. “I know you feel it too. There’s no denying it. You’re mine.” * * * Outcast. Freak. Cursed. These are things that Beta heiress Valeria Ross is used to hearing. After all, with her otherwordly appearance, and her cursed white wolf, she’s bound to be set apart from everyone else. So much so that even her mate who promised her eternal love casts her aside, choosing her much better stepsister as a partner. Deciding that things should end on her terms, she decides to flee her pack. Only to run into the arms of the Lycan King, Ares Ryder, who’s spent centuries looking for his mate and finally found it in her. Now Valeria is faced with a hard choice. Will she stay in the shadows of her family, forever tormented with the sight of her mate with her sister? Will she exchange that hell for a softer one, a life with a cruel King who’s known for collecting women like trophies?