Jojo Bizarre Adventure Part 5

Mula nang mabutnis ako, hindi na ako ginalaw ng asawa ko. Gayunpaman, nakakahiya man, lalo lang naging sensitibo ang katawan ko. Tuwing gabi, naghahanap ako ng pisikal na koneksyon, hindi ko mapigilan ang isip ko na magpantasya ng kung anu-ano, iyon ay hanggang sa may lalaking naka maskara na pumasok sa bahay ko.

When the star pirate, Black Mamba demanded one of us give birth to his child, my older sister didn't hesitate to sacrifice me. I never imagined that after my cruel death and eventual rebirth, she would throw herself into his clutches instead. When I saw that terrible serpentine swelling once more, horrifying memories sent shivers through my body. All I wanted to do was run. But my sister grabbed me by the jaw. "You've been reborn too! I'm going to make you suffer!" I could tell she meant it.

Ryan Badawi selalu dikenal sebagai orang yang penuh kasih sayang. Tetapi pada hari ketika cinta pertamanya terdiagnosa kanker, dia malah kasih aku obat yang bisa membuat seseorang amnesia. “Mona, Clara sudah mau meninggal. Kasih aku tiga hari, aku akan memenuhi pernikahan impiannya." "Aku tidak akan membuatmu sedih. Obat ini hanya membuatmu amnesia sementara. Ketika pernikahan kami selesai dalam 3 hari, kamu minum obat penawarnya dan akan kembali mencintaiku. Saat itu, kita menikah kembali." Melihat tatapannya yang sangat mendesak, aku mengambil obat itu dan langsung menelannya tanpa ragu-ragu. Tapi Ryan tidak tahu bahwa obat amnesia itu adalah hasil penelitianku sendiri, dan sebenarnya tidak ada obat penawarnya. Setelah tiga hari, aku akan benar-benar melupakan dia.

Bianca Fred's world unravels when she catches her husband, Diego in a compromising position with her step sister. Betrayed and devastated,she embarks on a reckless night out that leads her into the arms of the charming billionaire, Raymond Greg. But just as she begins to heal, tragedy strikes, leaving her fighting for her life and dreams. Can Bianca reclaim her heart and build a future with the man she loves or will the shadows of betrayal keep them apart?

It was only on our first wedding anniversary that I realized the rubbers I bought before our wedding had long expired. No one would believe that my mafia husband, Andre Garcia, and I had never consummated our marriage. That night, I gathered my courage and bought a suggestive nightgown. After downing three glasses of whisky, I hugged Andre tightly and whispered in his ear, "Darling, let's do it today. I want you..." However, Andre shook my hand off indifferently as if he were handling a gun. "Danielle Lawson, do you have no shame? You've done such shameless things time and time again. If you're really that lonely, I'll order you some toys so you can play with them to your heart's content." My face turned deathly pale as I stood there, stunned. I could not understand why a wife begging for her husband's affection was considered 'shameless' behavior. I curled up on the couch, unable to help but ask on social media. Danielle: [My husband has no dysfunction. Why won't he touch me after marriage?] Someone replied: [Perhaps your husband has someone else.] Like a dagger, that comment pierced me awake. I suddenly realized—maybe the problem was not that I was unattractive but rather that he was never mine. The moment I deleted my account, I also made the decision to leave. Who could have imagined that Andre, who would usually not even glance at me, would frantically search for me after I disappeared? "Danielle, I can't get a hard-on after you left!"

I transmigrated into a dating-sim otome game where I was supposed to romance a soft, fragile male lead. I had finally pushed him onto the bed and was just about to make my move when the long-missing system finally popped back online. [Host, I sent you to the wrong game. This is a horror game.] [The man you’re bullying right now is the horror game final boss.] I lifted my head and met a pair of blood-red eyes staring straight at me. My smile froze. “Um… you look a little tired. Maybe we should… continue this another day?” He smiled back, calm and terrifying. “I’m not tired. Go on.”

I was the ultimate pick-me girl at the office, and somehow, I ended up inside a horror game before New Year's Eve. Seeing the bloody lady crawling in the dark elevator, I screamed out loud. "Oh my gosh! Where did you get that lipstick? It's perfect! It makes your skin look three shades lighter!" The bloody lady blinked at me in confusion as I helped her up. She even recommended the exact lipstick shade. Then I turned around and came face-to-face with the chainsaw-psycho general manager with multiple personalities, swinging his weapon around. I tied a little bow on his chainsaw. "Everyone else only cares if your chainsaw is sharp. I'm the only one who cares if you're tired from swinging it all day." The monsters in the room looked at each other, all thinking the same thing… Why did this feel weirdly wholesome?

I sell burritos in a horror game. All the ghosts would come to my place and buy a tasty burrito after they got off work. That was until one day, my ex-husband, who was obsessed with abusing me, joined the game as a player. He brought a group of people to my store and trashed the place. They ruined all the ingredients I had. When the Bosses finished their overtime and saw their pre-ordered burritos on the ground in pieces, their eyes became dark, and they were immediately infuriated. The Patchwork Monster was so angry that the stitches on its body were beginning to break. It started ripping the players apart. The Eight-Armed Maiden’s hair fanned out and pierced many players. The Wedding Dress Maiden suddenly became a giant and started eating the players one by one. The Bosses were willing to work overtime and maintain the operations of the dungeons overnight just so that they could have a burrito. That night, all the players were sleeping when they were forced to join a horror game.

I'm a love therapist. My job is to help clients experience what it's like to be in love. One day, a client comes to me, wanting me to serve him in a different manner.

There are no grown men in our village. When girls turn 18, they participate in a coming-of-age ceremony in the ancestral hall. Dressed in ceremonial clothes, they line up to enter, and when they come out, their faces show a mix of pain and joy. When my eldest sister turned 18, Grandma forbade her from attending. However, one night, she snuck into the hall. When she came out, she was limping, and blood was dripping between her legs.