Karma Akabane Assassination Classroom

Think you love someone from your heart. You can do anything to for the person you love. But she or he is not ready to accept u and your love.. What will happen then?Meet Aadhya sengupta... A girl not beautiful at all by looks but has heart of gold, she is introvert, has no sense of make up or dressing. She is 19 years old but she is different from the girls in her age.. She has a passion for writing... She write stories or I say write her dreams.. Yes you hear it right.. But what will happen when this not so beautiful girl slapped a Millionaire who will not let her go in any cost for taking his revenge by marry her? Meet... Veer Roy who is a millionaire. He can get any girl he want but what happens when he marry the girl who slapped him for taking his revenge? Is this the only reason behind his marriage with Aadhya or here is something he is hiding? So join the journey of love, hate, misunderstanding and secrets.Let's join the journey of Aadhya and her husband veer to know more read the story.....

I was the real daughter of the Sinclair family, yet I was the one abandoned when their fake daughter and I were kidnapped and taken to the top of a building. They were given a choice between the two of us, and they chose to save the fake daughter, letting me be pushed off from the eighteenth-floor balcony. Even though I survived, I was completely disappointed in them. Then, their attitudes changed overnight. My parents, who despised me, started asking me about my likes and dislikes. My brother who wished me dead, started suddenly giving me precious jewelry. Even my fiancé, who always claimed I was nothing compared to the fake daughter, started to prepare for our wedding. To say I was confused was an understatement.

Yvette Skye has been diagnosed with depression. She thinks her parents will understand her situation, but all she gets is boundless mockery and doubt. After her affair with her sister’s boyfriend is found out, she dies in an accident. After her death, her biased parents suddenly start to regret their actions.

My husband sends me a photo of our obedient daughter holding a plate of food. He writes, "Thanks to my patient guidance, our sweetheart has finally made her first dish! We're waiting for you to come home and taste it!" The exhaustion I feel from work is swept away when I see that. No one expects that I'll reach home half an hour later and kill him.

After being reincarnated as the villain in a story where everyone doted on the heroine, the system appeared. It told me that if I could win over any one of the male leads, I would regain a healthy body and return to my original world. But I failed to win over any of them. There was my adoptive brother, the fake heir, who grew up with me. My rebellious high school deskmate, the real heir, who became a boxer. And my childhood sweetheart, the genius surgeon. Even my own son, whom I carried for ten months. Without exception, they all fell in love with that cold, stubborn damsel while growing to deeply despise me. The system sighed and told me that if I could die at the hands of any one of the male leads, I would be able to see my parents in the original world. In the end, I used every method possible and was finally killed by them, with their own hands. But why did they all go mad afterward?

My grandfather is a nationally renowned inheritor of an intangible cultural heritage. Today, I'm supposed to attend a grand ceremony as his rightful successor. However, when I arrive, I see my father's adoptive daughter already standing on the stage. She's dressed to the nines. She holds an award and is giving a thank-you speech, looking moved. In the past, I would've left without saying anything or speaking up for myself. Too bad for her that I'd been reborn. The discrepancy between our statuses is so large that we're basically from different worlds. Yet she has the nerve to claim to be my grandfather's successor and put on a show with what is supposed to be my family's.

Mon fiancé Roch Martin m'a séquestrée dans son sous-sol pendant dix jours pour venger son amie d'enfance. Il m'a tranché les bras, condamnant mon corps, déjà fragile à cause de mon trouble de la coagulation, à une lente hémorragie. Le jour de notre mariage, il a maudit mon « retard », croyant aux calomnies de cette même amie qui m'accusait d'adultère. Ses mensonges ont tué ma mère, morte d'infarctus sous l'outrage. Pourtant, quand il a découvert mon cadavre desséché, c'était lui qui a sombré dans la folie...

My husband is a rock climbing route setter. It's our wedding anniversary today, but he brings his female best friend with him on an adventure to discover uncharted territory. It comes about because his female best friend says life is so boring. We're trapped in the mountains when we encounter extreme weather, and the rescue helicopter can only take two people with them. They climb up the ladder deftly, leaving me to slowly grow colder in the rain. I shout his name with all my strength. "I have a heart condition! I'll die if I don't get to the hospital soon!" He throws a rope down at me without even sparing me a glance. "Luna has menstrual cramps—she never says she's in pain. You, on the other hand, are only good at acting. Think of a way to get down yourself." What he doesn't know is that his "good friend" has already sliced the rope he threw to me.

"Aku sudah membayarmu, jadi kamu adalah milikku. Mau aku menciummu ataupun berbuat lebih dari itu, kamu tak berhak menolaknya," tekanku pada Yumna yang wajahnya tampak merah padam. Alina hanya diam, berdiri di pojok lift dengan menatap ke arah lain. Ya, dia selalu tahu diri bagaimana harus bersikap. "Ya aku tahu! Apa perlu Anda mengul9angnya lagi dan lagi?!" Dia masih terus bicara. Merasa muak, aku mendekat dan kembali mengulang perbuatan yang sangat dibencinya, untuk menutup mulut Yumna. Sementara Alina jadi salah tingkah dan membalik badan melihat kami.

Belakangan ini, teman sebangkuku selalu menatapku dengan tatapan aneh. Setiap kali aku ke kantin atau ke lapangan, semuanya menghindariku. Aku akhirnya tidak tahan lagi dan bertanya kepada teman sebangkuku, "Sebenarnya apa salahku? Kenapa kamu menjauhiku?" Dia ketakutan hingga mundur beberapa langkah, lalu menyahut tanpa berani menatapku, "Nggak ada kok. Ini bukan salahmu." Kemudian, dia memilih untuk pindah kelas, dari kelas plus menjadi kelas reguler. Aku lantas mencarinya untuk memperjelas semuanya. Aku datang ke kelasnya. Dia awalnya sedang mengobrol dengan teman barunya. Begitu melihatku, dia sontak berseru kaget, "Aku serius. Ini bukan salahmu. Tolong jangan mencariku lagi. Kumohon!"