Juli El Filibusterismo Picture

Juni dan Juli adalah sepasang anak kembar yang berbeda jenis kelamin. Mereka bersepakat membuka usaha sebuah kedai makanan. Nenek mereka, Zalma adalah seorang pengusaha makanan terkenal di zamannya, diketahui memiliki sebuah resep bakmi yang sangat terkenal namun dirahasiakan. Juni dan Juli berusaha memiliki dan mempelajari resep tersebut. Ternyata resep tersebut saat ini dimiliki oleh Dimas Kusuma, seorang pengusaha makanan terkenal di Indonesia yang mendapatkan resep tersebut dari ayahnya, Cahyo Kusuma yang pernah menikahi Zalma sebelum akhirnya bercerai karena perselingkuhan Cahyo dengan wanita lain. Setelah melihat niat dan tekad dari Juni dan Juli, Zalma akhirnya mengajarkan resep itu kepada mereka. Akhirnya, Juni dan Juli membuka kedai makanan dengan resep sang nenek yang menjadi andalannya. Bakmi buatan Juni dan Juli mulai menemukan pelanggan sampai ada seorang food blogger yang merekam kedai tersebut dan menayangkan di akun Youtube channelnya sehingga menjadi viral sampai akhirnya diketahui oleh keluarga Kusuma. Bagaimana reaksi keluarga Kusuma setelah mengetahui hal itu? Bagaimana pula nasib Kedai Juni & Juli beserta resep Zalma? Apakah resep itu juga ada hubungan dengan pembunuhan-pembunuhan yang terjadi?

To catch her sister's murderer, Talulla Calapati, a nameless eccentric mystery writer has to retrieve the darkest fear she deemed to forget - her memories. While on the midst of searching, she accidentally witnessed a murder of a fifteen-year-old girl in the old abandoned mansion on the hill. The murderer was the beauty of their town - Geneviève Sanarez. She quickly ran to the Police Station and reported the incident. However, because of her profession, no one believed her. Police declared that it was only a product of her imagination when no corpse has discovered. But, Talulla is determined to stop this killer, even if it costs her everything-including her own life.

Abigail has been living alone in her small apartment since her mother died two years ago. She's a scholar in a prestigious school and always top of her class. She has multiple jobs just to support her daily expenses. She works as a waitress in a restaurant near their school after their class and at the bar every Saturday night as a waitress. She doesn't have a boyfriend since birth. Her reason always is no guy appealed to her or the guy that was fated for her didn't come yet. But she was sick of her friends Cora and Mia forcing her go to on blind dates which always ended in a disaster. When she saw a hot handsome guy at the mall who captivated her eyes, she didn't hesitate to snap a picture of him, show it to her friend, and say. "THIS IS MY BOYFRIEND." Without knowing that simple picture will turn her life upside down.

When an earthquake strikes, I'm trapped under one end of a collapsed slab. On the other end is the student I've been sponsoring. My husband, Sebastian Chesson, tells the rescue team to save the student first. The rescuers hesitate. "The other victim might not make it if we do." Sebastian replies coldly, "The other one is my wife. I'll sign a waiver—she's not that easy to kill." I survive, but the three-month-old baby in my womb doesn't. Later, a rescuer hands me a card. "Mr. Chesson said this is five million dollars in exchange for your life." Meanwhile, Sebastian and the student's fairytale romance dominates the trending charts, praised by the internet as the epitome of true love. On our tenth wedding anniversary, I return home to find the student lounging on my bed, wearing my pajamas, playfully teasing Sebastian. Just then, a call comes in from Sebastian's student, who's been eyeing me for a long time. His voice is low, flirtatious, and sinful. "Ms. Sinclair, you always remind me to get to bed early… If you really care, why don't you move in and make sure I do?"

I pleaded with my husband Cedric Fleetham over and over, and finally, he agreed to take our daughter camping in the mountains for her birthday. When I found her late the next night, she was already gone. She lay at the foot of the mountain, her tiny hand still clutching a drawing of our family. As I knelt beside her, my heart shattered. Meanwhile, Cedric was busy updating his social media. His post read, [You and our daughter are my treasures,] and it was accompanied by a photo, where he stood beside his childhood sweetheart and held hands with another little girl, watching the sunset. And there, in the corner of the picture, was a tiny hand—my daughter’s hand. The cruelest truth of all was that my daughter took that photo.

En el quinto año después de emigrar, mi esposo, Iván Rodríguez, trajo a su amor de juventud y su hijo a casa directamente, dijo. —Mónica y su hijo acaban de llegar, se quedarán en aquí por unos días. Por eso, tuve una fuerte discusión entre él y yo. En el día de mi cumpleaños, Iván me entregó un acuerdo de divorcio y me apuró: —Fírmalo rápido, Mónica necesita la Green Card de aquí, nos divorciamos temporalmente. Frunció el ceño, queriendo entender bien la situación. Pero Iván me señaló con el dedo en la cara y me dijo que no tenía ni un poco de compasión. Después del rato, vio la publicación de Mónica Gómez en Instagram: “¡Iván se divorció por mí y por mi hijo! Por fin tenemos un lugar donde quedarnos.” Le dio un like en silencio, y después de firmar el acuerdo de divorcio, solicitó a la empresa para regresar a mi país.

She was a package and he was the devil. And the devil always deliver.  Hired to deliver a package within a week, he was up to the task but he never expected unforeseen circumstances to delay his efficiency in his work. Vowed to live up to his reputation, he was ready to go through anything to see that he delivers but what would happen when he started getting close to the package? Or the fact that he started going beyond his belief wondering what would become of her when he let's her out of his sight? This was wrong, he is El Diablo, he has no heart, no emotion. He doesn't feel, he is not compassionate. What he does is accept jobs, deliver and gets paid and if you cross him? He doesn't hesitate to put a bullet straight to the head.  His name is feared all around, he is neat, he is never crossed, even his employers fear him. Parents tell his story to scare children and the ground shake at the very mention of his name. He is El Diablo and no one challenges him, no one except her that kept defying his orders.

Dahil sa pagiging broken hearted ni Alexa ay napilitan siyang umuwi sa hacienda nila na kanya ng iniwan, pitong taon na ang nakalilipas. She left and lived her life in the City because of Aslan. Si Aslan ang trenta y tres anyos na lalaking inampon ng kanyang mga magulang pero naging other man pa ng kanyang ina. As much as possible, Alexa doesn't want to see the guy anymore, who stole her inheritance and her mother. Ninakaw ni Aslan ang lahat ng mana na dapat ay kanya. At sa kanyang pag-uwi sa hasyenda Escobar ay babawiin na niya ang dapat na kanya bilang kaisa-isang anak at solong tagapagmana mula sa lalaking tinatawag ng lahat na hasyendero, peke naman.

El día de mi boda, de repente, mis papás trajeron a mi novio a la casa y dijeron que la boda iba a tener otra novia: —Tu hermana tiene una enfermedad terminal, su único deseo es casarse con Iván. —Tú eres su hermana menor, sé buena y ayuda a tu hermana. —No te apresures —intervino también mi novio—, es nomás una ceremonia. Después de que ella se muera, nosotros todavía podemos casarnos. Yo no estuve de acuerdo, así que mis papás me amarraron. —Te soltaremos, después de que se acabe la boda. Pero, poco después de que se fueron, un ladrón que se metió a la casa me mató de forma brutal. Cuando por fin se acordaron de mí, solo encontraron mi cuerpo ya en estado de descomposición.

Mi prometido, Victor Blackwood, es el Don de la mafia que controla el bajo mundo de todo el país con mano de hierro. Para los demás, él es la personificación del poder. Pero para mí… era el amor hecho hombre. Nunca imaginé el precio de amar a un hombre como él. En el Día de San Valentín preparé sus comidas favoritas y lo esperé en casa. Sin embargo, las horas pasaron, el vino se enfrió… y su silla seguía vacía. Con un mal presentimiento, abrí la red social de Queenie Stone, su «hermana adoptiva», quien había publicado: «Solo bastó que le dijera que me sentía sola… para que viniera enseguida. Incluso, aunque derramé vino sobre él, no se enojó. Victor siempre ha sido así… La familia para él es lo primero, aunque eso signifique dejar a su novia esperando. Nunca me falla. Ojalá nada cambie». En la foto, la camisa de Victor estaba empapada a la altura de la cintura, y el pañuelo de Queenie descansaba de manera peligrosa cerca de su entrepierna… Él ni siquiera se había apartado… sino que solo la miraba con ternura. No hice ningún escándalo. Solo le di «me gusta» a su publicación y luego le envié un simple mensaje: «Terminamos.» Pero como siempre… lo ignoró. Después supe que, al ver mi mensaje, él se limitó a comentar: —Vivienne no puede vivir sin mí. Solo está haciendo un berrinche. Si la ignoro un par de días, volverá arrastrándose. Es fácil de contentar. Lo que él no sabía… era que yo solo era fácil porque lo amaba. Pero ahora que decidí irme, no hay vuelta atrás… No importa lo que haga.