If I Stay 2

Hayan Shin had a crush on his classmate, Hajin Kim for a long time and he's contented at just admiring him from afar but fortunate things happened, and they got closer together. Will Hayan finally be able to confess his feelings? And oh, he's been receiving love letters from a secret admirer too.

ʟᴇɴɴᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ, 28 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ, ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏʙᴏʏ ᴅᴀʜɪʟ ᴍᴀʀᴀᴍɪɴɢ ʙᴀʙᴀᴇ ᴀɴɢ ɴᴀɢʜᴀʜᴀʙᴏʟ ꜱᴀ ᴋᴀɴʏᴀ ᴋᴀʜɪᴛ ꜱᴀɴ ᴍᴀɴ ꜱɪʏᴀ ᴍᴀɢ ᴘᴜɴᴛᴀ. ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏʙᴏʏ, ᴍᴀʀᴀᴍɪ ɴᴀ ꜱɪʏᴀɴɢ ɴᴀɢɪɴɢ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ. ᴘᴇʀᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴀ ꜱɪʏᴀɴɢ ɴᴀᴋɪᴘᴀɢ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏʀ ɴᴀᴋɪᴘᴀɢᴛᴀʟɪᴋ ꜱᴀ ᴍɢᴀ ɴᴀɢɪɢɪɴɢ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɴɪʏᴀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴛɪꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏʙᴏʏ ʟᴇɴɴᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ, ᴀʏ ɴᴀɢ ʜᴀʙᴏʟ ꜱᴀ ɪꜱᴀɴɢ ʙᴀʙᴀᴇɴɢ ɴᴀᴋᴀ ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ɴɪʏᴀ ɴᴀ ʜɪɴᴅɪ ᴍᴀɴ ʟᴀɴɢ ɴɪʏᴀ ɴᴀʟᴀᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴɢ ᴘᴀɴɢᴀʟᴀɴ ᴅᴀʜɪʟ ᴘᴀɢ ɢɪꜱɪɴɢ ɴɪʏᴀ ᴋɪɴᴀʙᴜᴋᴀꜱᴀɴ ᴀʏ ᴡᴀʟᴀ ɴᴀ ᴀɴɢ ʙᴀʙᴀᴇ ꜱᴀ ᴛᴀʙɪ ɴɪʏᴀ. ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏʙᴏʏ ʟᴇɴɴᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ 😂 #ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

This isn't a love story, but almost a love story. Irina and Eric share a world through dreams and time travel. They have a strong mutual understanding about the feelings they have for each other, at the same time understanding that they cannot be together. Eric: I open my eyes and find myself standing alone in an empty room. The ceilings and the walls are neatly painted white. And the floor is composed of polished light brown wood. And there is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light comes from. A bright yellow and pale red orange light tells me the sun is setting and soon it will be dark. Eric is a ghost who always appears in Irina's dream. Irina: I open the door to the bedroom. There is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light is coming from. The yellow orange light passes through the open window. I see Eric standing right there on the spot captured by the yellow light. ‘You came back.’ I said. He stood there looking me in the eye. I almost died. Irina is a time traveler who may or may not change his fate. They alternatively tell a bitter sweet story. Love doesn't always mean together, sometimes it is deeper apart. Eric: I stand alone in the rain looking at the dark sky where all I can see is water, for it is both the rain and my tears flowing to my face. Irina: And suddenly it is no longer my reflection I see inside the mirror. What I see now is a figure of a man. I draw closer to see him clearly. But the closer I walk towards him, the farther I become from him. I couldn't get close.

Angels and devils ruled the city of Los Angeles. It was in the deep underbelly of the sparkling done-up town that I found him. Where I found the devil himself. A god in human form. A devil in every way. I fell for him, tumbled towards him like a bowling ball to some easily knocked down pins. Yet, I lost him. You never mess with a gang, I messed with the leaders of all leaders, I messed with Angeles.

หลังแก้ปัญหาไอมารจนผืนดินกลับมาเพาะปลูกได้อีกครั้ง ก็ถึงเวลาที่เว่ยซือหงต้องไปผจญภัยจริง ๆ เสียที สมบัติวิเศษ สมุนไพรล้ำค่า ทรัพยากรอื่น ๆ อีกมากมายที่อยู่ในดินแดนลับ นางจะกวาดให้เรียบ!

Aku mencintai Askara, Jauh sebelum Ia mengenalku. Hari itu aku diundang pada sebuah pernikahan Megah, Keluarga konglomerat ternama Askara Putra Sanjaya. Namun yang mengherankan tidak ada kerumunan orang seperti sebuah pernikahan sesungguhnya, hanya tangisan seorang Ibu disudut ruangan dan beberapa kerabat yang seolah mencoba membuatnya tenang, Askara Laki-laki itu sedang terbaring aku hanya melihatnya dibalik celah pintu yang terbuka sedikit, ada apa ini. Seseorang membawa Kursi Roda berlari ke kamar yang aku lihat Askara didalamnya. Ayahku menuntunku pada Ibu yang masih bersedih di sudut ruangan itu. "Ini Putriku, Ria. dia yang akan menjadi pengantin Wanita untuk Putramu" "Putraku Cacat Herman, Calon menantuku lari karenanya" "Jaga harga dirimu, Tetap gelar pernikahannya, Ria akan menjadi menantu yang baik untukmu".

Как же далеко завело Эрику расследование убийств молодых девушек в Нью-Йорке! Сколько же ошибок она наделала… Похоже, она знает, кто стоит за жуткими преступлениями, но от этого не легче. Спустя пятнадцать лет а ее жизни вновь появился Джейдан Престон. Это не может быть случайностью, и Эрика прекрасно это понимает. Наверное, мама сказала бы ей, что Джейдан – это «Мактуб». Что их встреча была предначертана Автором судеб. Но она бы ошиблась, ведь Джейдан Престон – ужасный человек. Он и сам в этом чистосердечно признался Эрике, заявив, что он куда страшнее «ядовитого любовника», которого девушка так долго искала. Но кто может быть хуже хладнокровного убийцы? Возможно, старый знакомый что-то недоговаривает? Или своей нарочитой открытостью пытается скрыть нечто важное от глаз Эрики? Нет ответов. В одном она уверена на все сто – сейчас ей точно нельзя терять голову из-за этого опасного человека. Но как же это, черт возьми, непросто!

Bradley is faced with a difficult decision: let go of the past, give up on the present, and give the future a chance. However, no decision becomes easy when it comes to sex, love and fears. This is when Bradley questions everything. Is it possible to help others to the point of sacrificing your own happiness? He has no idea what to do: Claire or Chelsea? Which of the two will he really get to know, to the point that his heart chooses the right woman?

Layla's life has never been normal. From a young age she was raised by vampires, only to fall into the hands of a pack. Everyday after that, Layla's life gets more complicated and more scary. At first her biggest problems seems to be who she is and who she loves, but never has a person been so wrong, because her biggest chose will be to choose who lives and who dies. This book contains, sexual scenes, violence, death and other triggering matters, please read at own risk. I hope you love my new book.

Quelque part dans Menel Ara, une jeune femme lève les yeux vers la Haute-Ville. Elle a vu les images de l’exécution publique, la veille. Elle a vu le visage irrité de Youri Komniev. Elle a vu aussi la tentative d’assassinat dont lui et les autres chefs de Grandes Familles ont fait l’objet.A côté d’elle, deux hommes discutent. Ils soutiennent les Martyrs et ont le sourire. C’est rare. Un peu plus loin, un groupe vêtu de robes vert et blanc se presse vers le Grand Ascenseur. Ce sont des Putras, et ils ont l’air inquiets. C’est perturbant.Prise d’un frisson, la jeune femme relève son col et reprend son chemin. Une tempête couve…