Jumped Synonyms

On the day of the SAT exam, my girlfriend’s childhood friend, Benedict Casper, forgot his admission ticket at home. She insisted on retrieving it for him, but I begged her not to go. In the end, Benedict missed his final chance for taking the exam and, overwhelmed by despair, he jumped to his death. Years later, my girlfriend, Ella Simpson, and I graduated from Whitmore Institute of Technology, landed high-paying jobs, and built a picture-perfect marriage. But on the anniversary of Benedict’s death, she stabbed me repeatedly, her voice trembling with rage, “You killed him. If I’d gotten his admission ticket, he would’ve never jumped.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the exams. Ella’s frantic voice rang in my ears, “I have to go back, Dominic. I need to get Benedict’s ticket!” This time, I smiled and said, “Go ahead. Be careful on the way.”

"I wish I had jumped down a cliff." I uttered, tears rolling down my cheeks. He was indifferent, a chuckle emanating from his lips. "And what will be your gain?" His hand lingered on my neck, his dark eyes staring right at me "Why don't you become mine instead?" ...... One night. One contract. One chance at love. Sarah Williams had a nightstand with Vincenzo, a mafia boss on her boyfriend's birthday. Which ended up as a disaster the next day. However, to make things right and fix his reputation, he was left with no choice but to make Sarah his wife, so he propose a marriage contract to her. However, what happens when a one night stand turns into an entangled deal? Would she let love do its thing? Or would she allow herself remain helpless forever in the web of a contract marriage? What is it going to be?

"One wish,” whispered Rica. “A love that will last forever.” Rica jumped out of her bed when she saw a man lying in the bed next to her. She stared at him, fascinated by his handsome face. He had an attractive aquiline nose which complemented his projecting cheekbones and alluring lips. His black glistening hair was coiffed to perfection. She closed her eyes. “This is just a dream,” she told herself pinching her own skin to wake herself up. “This is not a dream and I am your husband.” Her eyes widened as she stared at the manly figure standing in front of her. His perfect amber-colored eyes met hers. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no words came out. She was so confused. Yesterday, her boyfriend broke up with her, and now a stranger has appeared claiming they were married to each other. Is he the one she has been waiting for? A love that will last forever?

IT WAS late afternoon when Andy began to pick up the clothes she had hung up this morning, but she stopped what she was doing when she heard shouts and footsteps outside their backyard as if those people are in a hurry. So she peeked through the hole in their wall that is already brittle. But to her surprised, someone suddenly jumped out from the outside and entered their yard-- a man wearing a black hoody jacket. "W-who are you?!" Andy managed to ask, so the man turned slightly to her which caused her to see the man’s face. "Shit," that's all the man said and ran away... carrying her... "Hey, shit! My panties, give them back to me!" Andy shouted but he didn’t look at her again. Her panty which was hung outside was taken by a stranger. And now, the question running to Andy’s mind is… ‘Who’s that guy who stole my panty?’

After being reborn, I decide to stay far, far away from Jasper Swanson. I resign from his company. I sell our future wedding house. I go overseas to expand our family's business. In my previous life, I used a pregnancy to force him to marry me. But on our wedding day, his beloved first love jumped off a rooftop. Jasper acted like nothing had happened. He smiled and went through with the ceremony. On our wedding anniversary, he took me and our daughter to go bungee jumping. Then, he cut the cords himself, making us fall to our deaths. Afterward, he stood over my body and laughed manically. "If it weren't for you, Coco wouldn't have killed herself! Now, go to hell and atone for it!" When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the night I used the baby to force his hand.

Sawyer Zane Samiz, a man who called perfect by many ... famous and professional. You don't have to look for anything else because he already has what women are looking for. They said he's perfect? But no, Sawyer Zane is not perfect that everyone think. He has a strict and controlling parent. They always want to know what he was doing to do. They holds his neck, so Saywer Zane decided to stay in his friend island for a week. Sawyer wants to be away from his parents even for a moment. But when he went to the island of his friend he did not expect what will happen. The chopper crashed because of heavy rain. He have no choice but to jump in the sea. When he jumped, he thought it was finally okay, he even thanked God for saving him but that was just the beginning of his calvary. Can Saywer Zane survive in that incident? Or would he rather choose to close his eyes forever?

My younger sister, Sophie Sawyer, got pregnant before marriage, gave birth to a baby boy in a small clinic, and then disappeared. The doctor used the address she left behind to find my family and handed the child to me. My parents knelt and begged me to raise him, and that was how I, an unmarried young woman, struggled through life with a child on my hip. When I finally managed to raise him, Sophie came back, standing beside a big-shot boss dripping in gold. She held her son and cried, accusing me of being jealous of her, stealing her child, and tearing them apart. My nephew cut ties with me without hesitation, choosing her over me. My parents kicked me out of the house. The neighbors all condemned me. In despair, I jumped to my death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Sophie gave birth.

We should have been born to hate each other, but love has a will of its own, and I can't turn my back on you even though the whole world hates me. * I turned toward the woods and squinted. Then I smelled something in the air. A scent so strong that it makes me freeze. And shortly after, I heard a howl of pain, just a moment, but enough to make me sure something was wrong. I clutched my bag, ready to open it to grab my phone when something jumped over the fence between the school and the woods. It landed right in front of me, and I thought I was seeing a werewolf. But no. it’s not a werewolf like I’ve always known. He stood on his two feet. And blood was smeared on his snout and his silver-feathered, clawed hands. I can’t scream. I could only stand transfixed while my eyes locked on his eyes which were as dark as the night sky.

A Beta is weak. Ordinary. He didn't have an Alpha's might or strength. Nor did he have the beauty and splendor of an Omega. But a Beta can love too. Jillian is a beta. It was impossible for her to avoid meeting Alvin. The Omega Alvin desired left him for unknown reasons, but Jillian looks strikingly similar to the Omega Alvin adores. So he took a chance and jumped into his arms, expecting to be treated as a toy, a substitute. Jillian fully knew what she was jumping into. Yet it was love. 'I'm hoping for at least a little love.' He was willing to give up his freedom for the love of his life. ... Years have passed. Alvin had never loved her. The millionaire CEO of the city's largest company, the dream alpha of many omegas. He was just a regular beta, so it's no surprise. Nonetheless, he clung to that torturous love, selling out his body for him to use, like a prostitute for love. Will He ever understand? The Alpha he craves does not deserve him in the least.

“I am not your dead wife!” I scream at him, for the hundredth time but like always, he stares blankly. “Of course you are, Farfalla.” he grins widely. “And until you stop pretending I'm not letting you go.” He's crazy. Adrian Moretti is insane, the red flags were so bright since the beginning but would I not know if I was his wife? I jumped into this mess a little too fast, now how do I convince him I'm not his late wife so he finally let me go? . . . . Three years ago, Adrian’s wife Tatiana died in a plane crash so imagine his surprise when he walks into a strip club and he is allocated a woman identical to Tatiana. Convinced she's his wife, Adrian decides to hold Starlia hostage until she accepts her identity. But is Starlia truly Tatiana? Or he is starting to fall for a stranger that looks exactly like his darling wife?