I Was Just An Ordinary Lady

Penelope was surprised by her best friend Anastacia when she announced that she is engaged to her boyfriend that she met just 6 months ago. Not knowing anything about the guy and she even saw him for a few times, from her own heartbreak experienced she suggested to her friend she’ll gonna check first his background and anything. Bewildered of what she saw while spying her best friend’s boyfriend she takes a video of it and decided to upload in social media to teach the man a lesson. Unfortunately, the person on the video was not her best friend's boyfriend but his twin. Not knowing that she’ll be the one who will be punish not only because of the video but in someway her heart will going to be involved too.

"Cheat on him," panimula nito at nagulat ako sa sinabi nya. "W-What?" "Cheat on him and let him find out or see that you cheated, then divorce Elthon." "Bakit? Bakit ko naman gagawin yon sa asawa ko?!" "You know from that I don't like you for my son! Kong hindi ka lang buntis nong time na pinakasalan ka nya hinding-hindi ako papayag na kayong dalawa magpakasal ng araw na yon, tapos ano? Dahil sa katangahan mo nakunan ka! And now I want you to stay away from my son at wag na wag kang mag papakita ulit sakanya!" "No, I love Elthon, Tita. Hinding-hindi ko sya hihiwalaya--" "Kung gusto mo pang makita ang mga magulang mo, susunod ka sa sasabihin ko."

I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, so I went online to hire an undertaker in the hopes that he would collect my body. That way, I could die and be buried. I would like to finally be at peace, even if it meant that I could only achieve it after death. I packed up my bags and left home in search of a place to die, only to receive a message from my undertaker. [Sorry, something came up. I can’t come now.] …Excuse me? I’m already half-dead, and you’re blowing me off?

Issabella Aditya tidak pernah menyangka jika dia akan menikah dengan sosok yang paling menyebalkan yang pernah dia kenal. Sosok yang bernama Aaron Revaldi, pria yang suka sekali berperilaku usil padanya dan membuatnya kesal. Yang lebih mengejutkan lagi, ternyata pria itu menyimpan banyak sekali rahasia di dalam dirinya. Rahasia yang membuat Bella mau tidak mau jatuh lagi dan lagi pada pesona pria tersebut. Lalu bagaimanakah kisah cinta keduanya? Dapatkah Bella bertahan pada godaan yang diberikan Aaron kepadanya?

Setelah dua tahun berpisah, akhirnya Arini dan Brandon kembali dipertemukan di sebuah perusahaan. Arini yang sekarang menyandang status janda, menyimpan misteri perceraian yang tidak diketahui oleh Brandon. Merasa iba dengan sahabatnya, Brandon menjodohkan Arini dengan Fahmi. Kedekatan mereka berdua mulai mengusik hati Brandon. Hingga suatu hari ia mengajak Arini untuk saling mengisi kekosongan di atas tempat tidur. "Awas kalau lo jatuh cinta sama gue, Bran." "Nggak bakalan, In. Kita hanya partner di atas ranjang aja. Just for fun, gak boleh baper!" Akankah hubungan Arini dan Brandon benar-benar sebatas di atas ranjang? Ataukah salah satu di antara mereka menjadi pengkhianat atas janji yang telah disepakati? Rintangan apa saja yang akan mereka hadapi?

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.

Claire thought she was done with her husband. Claire Grace Channing left a life of violence and crime behind her when she took her son away from the Steel Claw Motorcycle Club, and away from her husband, the Vice President of the club and the love of her young life. But when Claire's father -- the president of the MC -- is grievously injured, she returns home and finds herself drawn back to the man she thought she left in her past.

"Who said I hated you?" It took me a moment before I could process what this man just said. "What do you mean you don't? Na-" He grabbed my hand suddenly and looked me in the eyes which caught me off guard. "You keep saying her name that it annoys me to the point that I just want to erase her existence." Is this man seriously telling me that he'll kill the female lead?

In order to protect my father, I was tortured for ten hours, but my father was busy celebrating his adopted daughter’s eighteenth birthday. With my dying breath, I called my father and said, “Dad, it’s my birthday today. Could you wish me a happy birthday?” “You crazy monster! You got your mother killed in order to celebrate your birthday! How could you still ask me to celebrate your birthday? You should just die!” With that said, he hung up. The next day, my corpse was placed in different flower pots and put in front of a police station. My father was in charge of inspecting my corpse, and he could immediately tell that the murderer did this for revenge. What they did to me was cruel and made a mockery of the police’s authority. But he did not manage to tell that the deceased was the daughter he hated.