Kapan Happy Anniversary Nct Dream

My husband was the leader of the rescue team. As I was trapped in a cave and surrounded by a pack of wolves, I desperately called him over and over. Yet, he hung up on me every single time. When the fire nearly burnt out and the wolves got closer, he finally called me and angrily accused me, "Can you stop wasting public resources? I'm the rescue team leader first, and then your husband." In the background, I heard a soft, feminine voice saying, "Howard, my arm has a cut. Can you take me to the hospital?" I was familiar with that voice. It was my husband's first love. Ever since her husband died, she clung to him. And my husband... He didn't just tolerate it; rather, he seemed to enjoy it. A wave of despair washed over me as I ended the call. My hands were trembling, and I tried to call the police, but before I could, the leader of the wolves pounced on me. I fell hard to the ground, and the rest of the pack, sensing the signal, ran toward me at an extraordinary speed. I didn't stand a chance to fight back, and in mere moments, I was ripped into pieces. Before my consciousness slipped away, I struggled to glance down at my lower abdomen one last time, and my lips quivered. "My baby, I'm sorry I failed you…"

"I want you... Wolf," She whispers sweetly, taking my bottom between her teeth and she lightly sucks on it with a moan leaving her lips. She releases my lip, her hands move to the buckle of my slacks and she loosens it. I clamp my eyes shut, leaning my head against the doorframe with a silent plea hanging on the tip of my tongue that I don't lose contro,l and take her like a savaged beast. --- LOVING wolf was like a chaotic thunderstorm engulfing me. He was beautiful, unpredictable, and brutally ruthless. Someone like me doesn't belong in his world. Used as a pawn, I find myself falling into the wrong hands time and time again. BUT I always end back up in the hands that make my body burn with fever, my heart pound with desire, and my blood boil, with contempt. He is my Wolf, and I am his Red to our screwed-up fairytale love story.

My fiancé's true love was diagnosed with an incurable disease. Her last request? "I want your bridal gown, your wedding, your fiancé, and you to be our wedding witness." She donned the gown I had made for myself, wore the jewelry I had chosen for my special day, and took my fiancé's arm. She stole my marriage. I thought I would endure it—for the sake of a dying woman. But that wasn't enough for her. Soon, she attended an auction to buy the only thing I had left from my late mother. I watched as she and my ex drove the price of Mom's white nephrite bracelet up to a staggering 27,000,000 dollars. The people I had called family had drained me dry. I was at my wit's end. I couldn't afford to keep the bracelet any longer. I was about to lose my mother's keepsake—until a calm, cool voice echoed above the din. "40,000,000." The crowd fell silent. The mysterious scion of the Kenway family had spoken. And he added, "A gift for me to the ever-elegant Miss Taylor Jones." I thanked him. "I'll repay you for this, Mr. Kenway. Slowly, but surely!" He frowned. "Hold on. Don't you remember me, Taylor?" "Huh?!"

On the day the gynecologist confirmed that I was pregnant, my husband, Austin Jones, pushed me into the operating room to donate blood to save his first love. Feeling frail after the blood transfusion, I almost fainted in front of Austin. However, he pushed me away and went to take care of his first love. Furthermore, he hung up on all my phone calls and stayed with his first love all night on the day I miscarried. Time after time, I was met with disappointment. When I finally decided that I had enough of his mistreatment and no longer wanted to love him, he panicked and begged me to give him another chance.

"Aku nggak mau melayanimu malam ini!" Tangan itu main ditepis saja oleh Bening. "Terus saja kamu menolakku! Biar aku cari perempuan lain yang bisa melayaniku." balas Iman sengit. Baru 4 tahun berumah tangga, ranjang perkawinan milik Bening dan suaminya menjadi dingin karena tak pernah disentuh. Bening, seorang ibu rumah tangga dan pekerja. Sibuk dengan urusan rumah serta kedua putranya. Belum lagi pekerjaan yang menumpuk membuat seluruh beban bertahan di pundaknya. Sedangkan, Iman seorang pekerja keras yang ingin dilayani seperti raja. Haram baginya membantu istri karena itu akan menginjak harga dirinya. Sampai akhirnya hubungan itu merenggang.. hadirnya orang ketiga membuat pelik kehidupan rumah tangga mereka.

Elsie Sander lived without a father, and she was an omega. The worst part is that her mother has constantly mistreated her. So does everyone in the pack. Until one day, a new alpha showed up with his son. Her life, which she thought was improving, got even worse. The Alpha-to-be often did things that made Elsie hate him. But how could the man who bullied her be her mate? Would Elsie accept that? Or was this the beginning of something worse?

Tidak semua tawa tanda bahagia. "Kapan Ana bisa disayang sama kalian" "Kapan mamah buatin Ana makan?" "Kapan ayah elus kepala Ana lagi?" "Kakak kapan kalian manjain Ana lagi?" "Ana rindu kalian" Aira gadis 16 tahun yg mendapat kekerasan selama 11 tahun dan di perlakukan orang asing oleh keluarga nya sendiri.

"Aku jelek dan miskin, makanya kamu ingin memaduku? Enak saja! Ceraikan aku sekarang juga!" "Rara Marina, mulai hari ini, kamu bukan istriku lagi!" "Hehe, jangan sampai kamu menyesal atas pilihanmu hari ini, Mas!" | Dianggap tidak lagi menarik dan hanya jadi beban karena tidak bekerja, Rara berniat dimadu oleh sang suami. Padahal, dahulu pria itu yang berjanji akan menafkahi Rara dan bersumpah tidak akan pernah menduakannya. Tidak terima dimadu, Rara berakhir menerima talak dari suaminya tersebut. Tidak pernah ada yang menyangka bahwa sebenarnya Rara adalah pewaris kedua dari salah satu keluarga terpandang di negara itu!

I asked my husband for a divorce during the most difficult year of his life. Everyone condemned me, calling me heartless, but I still forced him to sign the divorce papers. Later, he overcame his struggles and rose to become a powerful CEO. I avoided him for two years, believing I’d never cross paths with him again—until he caught me at my most wretched. His eyes brimmed with hatred as he stared at me. In front of everyone, he humiliated me and relentlessly forced me to down a bottle of vodka. I vomited uncontrollably, blood gushing from my mouth in thick streams. He mocked me, telling me it was the retribution I deserved for betraying him. I didn’t argue. I let him torment me. After all, I was already dying. If that made him content, so be it.

After the plane crash, my body was never recovered. My soul drifted back to the home I hadn't stepped foot in for five years. They didn't know I was dead. They were still waiting for me to come home for Christmas. When my mom got the call from the airline, she froze for a long time, completely at a loss, before breaking down in tears. I followed them as they went to the memorial crash site. That was when I noticed something strange—I could see their levels of regret hovering above their heads. My brother's regret level read: 40%. My father's showed: 60%. Even my sister-in-law had 30% over her head. But my mother's regret level? It flashed a cold, unchanging 0%.