Novel & Cerita It's Like Rain On A Wedding Day Lyrics

On her wedding day, Sarah’s fairytale turned into a nightmare. Her half-sister Ashley, consumed by jealousy, murdered her and spread a lie—that Sarah had eloped with her fiancé’s brother. Shattered by betrayal, Ronald married Ashley instead, leaving Sarah’s heart in ruins. But Sarah didn’t die—and she didn’t forgive. Returning from the shadows, she vowed to destroy the people who destroyed her. With Stefan, Ronald’s guilt-ridden cousin, she entered the Walter family once again—this time as a bride with vengeance in her heart. Yet love has its own plans. Between deception and danger, Sarah and Stefan found solace in each other, until the past struck again—Valerie, Stefan’s long-lost lover, returned from the dead. Now, torn between revenge, redemption, and the ghosts of their pasts, they must decide: Will love heal what betrayal broke—or will revenge burn them all?

When I learned that Holly Jones had gone to deliver cold medicine to her young assistant, even though she knew I was trapped in the elevator and suffered from claustrophobia, I asked for a divorce. Holly signed without hesitation. Smiling at her best friend, she said, "Jim is just throwing a little tantrum. His parents are gone, so there's no way he'd really divorce me. Besides, there's a thirty-day cooling-off period before it's finalized. If he regrets it, I'll graciously forgive him and take him back." The very next day, she posted a couples' photoshoot with her assistant, captioned: [Capturing your every sexy moment.] I counted the days. Calmly, I packed my belongings and made a phone call. "Uncle, buy me a ticket to Hudson City."

My husband, Peter Sullivan, was obsessed with his first love who got kidnapped. When she was found, Nicole Cooper was pregnant with another man's child. While I was due to give birth soon, Peter forced me to sign the divorce agreement. "The doctor said Nicole's womb is fragile," he said. "If she loses this baby, she might never have another. I'll keep supporting you and our kid, but I can only be the father to her child." He once promised me forever. Now it proved to be just a lie. I looked at him and agreed without a fight. In fact, this was my third time living this life. This time, I just wanted to protect my baby and survive.

"Kiss me." My eyes widened as my throat ran dry. His lips were inviting but I knew I was walking straight into trouble. "Stop this, Khalil." He came closer, backing me up against the wall, "I said, kiss me. Or no answers." -•- Life goes into sudden crumbs for Kezie when Khalil Ahmed, his rival and arch enemy takes his lips under the warm showers of the boy's locker room. For some stupid answers about what he had said the last night when he was drunken to stupor. But he knows deep down, that Khalil is using his body to invite him in slowly irrespective of what their society believes in. He knows it's a dangerous game. But why does he keep getting succumbed into his kisses? Why is he always begging for more?

Zoa McClure is a 16-year-old girl. She comes from a family of 7. An average teenager, with a normal life. She lives in New York with her parents who are attorneys. Her life of normalcy is threatened when she gets kidnapped.... To the rest of the world, she's in a coma with very slim chances of survival. In Zoa's POV, she's in a nation called Charlaedon. Nobody can fathom how she ended up in the middle of the nation's cross-fire. Zoa only remembers bits and pieces of the day's events. The incident resulting in her coma seems to have been forgotten. The war in Charlaedron leaves everyone in a state of disarray. It's up to Zoa and her new friends to fix things.

During my dad's funeral procession, the hearse grinds to a halt when a wedding convoy blocks its way. I get out of my car and try to negotiate with the groom, only for him to grab a brick and smash it right into my head. "Who the hell do you think you are for blocking my way? Do you have any idea who I'm marrying?" In fact, the groom has the nerve to stomp down on the gas pedal and crash into the hearse, sending it—and my dad's body—flipping over the road. "What do you mean 'respect the dead'? As if! My wife is the chairwoman of Nexora Group! You should be honored that you get to make way for her!" But the thing is, Nexora Group is my family's company. I turn to look at the bride depicted on the wedding banner. That woman is Josephine Thornton, my wife who's supposed to be on an overseas business trip right now! So, I place a phone call and have Josephine dismissed from her job. This time, I'd like to see what Josephine and her new "husband" can do to make it up to my dad, a national hero who devoted his life to the country!

On our wedding day, my wife's first love, Hank Scott, threatened to slit his wrists. She ignored him and went through with the ceremony anyway, until news arrived that he was dead, his blood staining the ground. From that moment on, Shirley Lowell withdrew into a convent, becoming the cold, distant woman everyone knew. In the name of atonement, she forced me to copy the Bible a thousand times and kneel in endless prayer, grinding me down until I was crippled. Bound to a wheelchair, I asked her for a divorce. She refused, saying we owed Hank a debt and had to atone for it together. She used my family to threaten me, keeping me by her side and tormenting me for the rest of my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on our wedding day. This time, I chose to push her toward Hank. I would become the first love in her heart, the one who led her onto the path of devout faith.

Sometimes we wish that our dreams would become reality or our reality will become nothing but a dream. But for Ian Green he wishes for nothing but a normal life, however a normal life is just not for him.

By day, he's Chicago's most powerful billionaire. By night, he's the city's most dangerous protector. Elena Moretti has spent years fighting for the forgotten—rescuing at-risk youth from the violence that claimed her brother's life. She doesn't trust wealth, power, or the men who wield them. So when enigmatic billionaire Dante Salvatore walks into her struggling community center with a check that could change everything, she knows there's a catch. Men like him don't save neighborhoods out of the goodness of their hearts. But Elena doesn't know Dante's secret: by night, he becomes The Sentinel, a masked vigilante dismantling the criminal empire that murdered his sister. As their worlds collide and attraction ignites between them, Elena begins investigating the vigilante whose methods both terrify and fascinate her—never suspecting the man she's falling for and the man she's hunting are one and the same. When a ruthless crime syndicate discovers The Sentinel's identity, Elena becomes the bait in a deadly trap. Dante must risk everything to save her, but when Elena uncovers the truth about the man behind the mask, she's forced to decide: Can she love someone who lives in shadows? And can a man who's spent years seeking vengeance ever truly step into the light? In a pulse-pounding tale of passion, danger, and redemption, two wounded souls discover that the most dangerous risk isn't fighting for justice—it's fighting for love.

I was always sick as a kid. My parents were desperate. They’d try anything. So they got me a bunch of "guardian angels." Next thing I know, I'm set up and tossed into a horror game. Turns out, Medusa is my godmother. The ghost girl? My childhood playmate. And the final boss, a vampire? He's my fiancé. The first time we met, I was in a blind panic. I tripped and fell right onto his chiseled chest. "Oh—I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking—" I gasped, looking up at him. The words tumbled out in a rush. "And you're really handsome—but I didn't mean to fall on you! I have a heart condition!" The boss let out a laugh. He wiped the blood from his hands and swept me up into his arms. "Don't you worry," he purred, his voice dangerously smooth. "As your fiancé, I promise... I'll fix you right up."