January 11 Zodiac Sign

Casandra wanita berumur 19 tahun, yang tidak pernah dianggap sebagai anak oleh Ayah nya. Karena telah menikah dengan wanita lain, setelah Ibu Casandra meninggal. "Ayah, selamat ulang tahun. Terimalah hadiah kecil dariku." Kata Cansandra sambil menyodorkan sebuah paper bag kecil kehadapan Tuan Kusuma, Ayah kandung Casandra. Tepat dihadapan semua tamu undangan, Tuan Kusuma membuang hadiah itu dan menampar pipi putrinya sendiri dengan begitu kuat. "Ayah, ke-kenapa kau menamparku?!" Tanya Casandra terbata bata, diiringi isakan tangis dalam hati. "Pergi dari rumah ini, jangan pernah injakan kakimu disini! Karena kau bukan Putriku lagi mulai hari ini!!" Teriak Tuan Kusuma begitu murka, dia menendang tubuh Casandra menggunakan kakinya sendiri. "Tapi ada apa? Apa aku melakukan sebuah kesalahan?" Tanya Casandra begitu dramatis. Beberapa pandangan tamu undangan, menatap iba dan kasihan kepada Casandra saat ini. Brugg... Ayo baca kelanjutannya

I sat at the table, watching the food grow cold, much like my heart. Today was my birthday. It was also Leslie Buck's birthday—Katherine White's childhood sweetheart. I unlocked my phone and opened Leslie's social media page. As expected, a new post awaited me. "Grateful to have you by my side for every birthday. Let's keep our promise to celebrate every one of them together in the future!" The photo showed two hands forming a heart in front of a cake. One of them was Katherine's. I could tell from the bracelet she wore. It was the one I had given her. I gave the post a like, then set my phone aside. Without hesitation, I dumped the dishes Katherine liked into the trash and went out to a restaurant to order the food I liked, celebrating my birthday alone. From now on, I would make sure to enjoy every birthday of mine.

"Mas sudah punya istri?". tanyaku sedikit ragu, meski sebenarnya aku sudah tau jawabannya. pria di hadapanku terdiam cukup lama hingga akhirnya mengangguk. "iya, saya sudah punya istri". aku menghela napas panjang, sungguh aku tak ingin menyakiti hati wanita lain. "tolonglah, kamu terima lamaran ini, menantuku itu mandul padahal aku ingin sekali menimang seorang cucu". ucap wanita paruh baya yang aku yakini sebagai ibu pria di hadapanku. "baiklah, tapi dengan satu syarat, aku mau menerima lamaran ini dan jadi istri kedua jika istri kamu menyetujui dan ikhlas menerimaku sebagai madunya".

I was madly in love with James Gates for 10 years. So mad that everyone in the Imperium said that I was addicted to him. How far did it go? I wouldn't allow any woman to get close to him. I wanted to eliminate every woman around him. In the end, James sent me to rehab. While others quit smoking, drinking, or gaming, I was quitting James. But later, I truly moved on from him. Yet, he regretted it and, in the pouring rain, begged me to love him again.

My childhood sweetheart and I are about to exchange rings at our wedding ceremony. Just then, a young woman charges into his arms and says pitifully, "Don't abandon me." My childhood sweetheart brought her home when he was in high school after chancing upon her by the roadside. Everyone knows how doting he is toward her. When she charges into his arms, she "accidentally" shoves me aside. I lose my balance and fall off the stage, knocking my head on the steps. I end up in a coma. When I wake up again, I'm taken back to the day my childhood sweetheart meets the young woman.

A well-known actor, Ellie Syallis have fans of varying levels— most of them are obsessed, very obsessed. A day awaited by her fans came, where people that won and bought the limited slots came. They finally met their idol face to face, got to shake hands with the female and an autograph on one of her limited-edition DVDs, on cards and on pictures as well. But her once peaceful life will start to take turn for the worse she sees at that very moment. A man wearing a formal business suit with a stoic appearance approached her. She gladly offered her hand and so they shook hands. The male asked for her autograph and she said "yes" with a brimming smile. She couldn't take her eyes of the male. He was undeniably handsome and somehow mysteriously attractive. "Here!" She handed her autograph on the sheet of paper the male gave. “Have a nice day! And oh, please keep on supporting me!” She added and partly bowed. The stranger flashed a smirk that made her heart skip a beat, both in a pinch of threat or fear and in unknown excitement. "You're now my wife. Hello, Mrs. Folster. Can't wait to spend the rest of my days with you." Her facial expressions shifted to surprise, annoyance, fear, melancholy, and into anger as she finally took a glance on the paper she signed. It was a marriage contract!

“Bagaimana kalau kamu temani aku malam ini bermain?” Hari pernikahan seharusnya disambut dengan bahagia. Tetapi, calon suami Ayumie dengan tega menukarkan pengantin pria dengan seorang pria yang Ayumie benci. Tidak disudi disentuh oleh pria itu, Ayumi memutuskan mencari pria bayaran untuk menyerahkan kesuciannya di malam pertama pernikahannya. Tapi keputusan Ayumie justru mendatangkan masalah. Lalu, bagaimana nasib Ayumi setelah mendapatkan benih dari pria asing?

When my son was born, I noticed a small, round birthmark on his arm. But the weird thing? By the time I opened my eyes again after giving birth, it was gone. I figured maybe I'd imagined it. That is, until the baby shower. My brother-in-law's son, born the same day as mine, had the exact same birthmark. Clear as day. That's when it hit me. I didn't say a word, though. Not then. I waited. Eighteen years later, at my son's college acceptance party, my brother-in-law stood up and dropped the truth bomb: the "amazing" kid I'd raised was theirs. I just smiled and invited him and his wife to take their "rightful" seats at the table.

I was the sole front desk clerk at a haunted hotel. Welcoming players, checking in on the bosses’ quarters, and slacking off a bit were all part of the job. At least, that was what I thought. It turned out my days were far from ordinary. A blood-drenched little girl in a tattered red dress kept ringing the service bell. Her eerie voice echoed, “Miss, why didn’t you come play with me?” A creepy black cat with glowing eyes wouldn’t stop meowing and rubbing against my legs. And then there was the old woman with claws like knives, cheerfully knitting me a sweater… out of players’ skin. One day, I took a day off to care for my sick mother. That was my biggest mistake. The entire game instance erupted in chaos. Bosses interrogated players, demanding to know where their precious front desk clerk had gone. “Did she abandon us? Is she never coming back?” I ran. They chased. But no matter how fast I fled, their grip on me only tightened. In the end, escape wasn’t an option.

My grandmother only knows how to draw one thing—infants. They're ugly, but people line up to buy the paintings. I watch as she takes those women into unlit rooms. Then, their bloodcurdling screams will ring out. Oddly enough, they always thank my grandmother when they're leaving. One day, I finally find out what exactly my grandmother paints. I discover the truth when I see an infant crawl out of one of the women's bellies—it looks just like the one my grandmother has painted.