Kata-kata Attack On Titan

Keyra Azzahra, seorang gadis berusia 17 tahun yang masih duduk di bangku kelas 3 SMA, dibawa ke kota oleh ayahnya dengan alasan akan di sekolahkan. Tenyata dirinya hanya akan dijadikan pengganti kembarannya dalam pernikahan yang sudah dijodohkan. Karena diancam menggunakan nama Ibunya, Keyra menuruti kemauan Ayahnya untuk menikah dengan pemuda bernama Abizar Bimantara yang merupakan Ketua OSIS dingin di sekolah barunya. Namun tampaknya Abizar tak suka padanya karena kecewa yang menjadi istrinya bukanlah Keyla, kembaran Keyra. Posisi Keyra seperti kata pepatah “Sudah jatuh, tertimpa tangga pula” Sudah dipaksa menikah tidak dicintai pula oleh suaminya. Lantas apakah hubungan mereka akan bertahan lama? Dan, Bagaimana cara mereka menjaga rahasia pernikahan itu agar tidak ketahuan oleh pihak sekolah?

Satu tahun pernikahan Anjani tak pernah disentuh oleh suaminya. Anjani selalu berusaha menarik perhatian Farhan, tapi pria itu selalu bersikap dingin bahkan tak segan melontarkan kata menyakitkan. Namun, sebagai istri Anjani tetap menunggu dengan sabar, berharap sang suami akan luluh dan menerima dirinya sebagai bagian hidup lelaki itu. Namun, semua rasa sakit bertambah menyesakkan ketika dia mengetahui jika selama ini Farhan mencintai wanita lain. “Mas, kamu jangan gila! Kalian gak mungkin bersama!“ “Aku memang sudah gila! Dan aku mencintainya!” Lelah, Anjani akhirnya meminta cerai. Namun, saat Anjani pergi, Farhan baru menyadari cintanya untuk sang istri. Farhan meminta Anjani untuk kembali. Bagaimana Anjani akan memilih? Apakah dia akan kembali, atau memilih tetap pergi? *,*...

Dari sekian banyak hal, ada hal yang tidak pernah sekalipun di ketahui oleh seorang pria yang bernama Alvarez William Hulgo. Rahasia di balik ukiran senyum manis yang bertengger di bibir wanita bernama Kylie Victoria Houston. "Aku tidak pernah menyangka jika menjebak pria itu sangat mudah sekali. Cinta memang dapat membuat seseorang buta akan kebenaran. Well, rencanaku menjebak pria itu berhasil." senyum sinis tersungging di bibir wanita itu. Berbeda dengan Alvarez yang saat ini tengah bersemangat untuk merancang persiapan pernikahannya bersama wanita yang tak lain tak bukan adalah Kylie. Di kejauhan wanita itu menggumamkan sebuah kata. "You have my body, but not with my heart." Sebuah kata yang sangat menjanjikan bahwa sahnya tidak akan ada cinta diantara hubungan mereka.

21+ Adult Only. Anak dibawah umur atau belum nikah disarankan JANGAN BACA!!Dosa ditanggung sendiri ya...Yang baca jangan baper Tidak ada yang percaya ketika Erhan mengatakan ia jatuh cinta. Pasalnya, setiap kali ia melihat wanita cantik, ia selalu mengatakan ia jatuh cinta. Pertama pada Caliana, istri Adskhan. Kedua kepada Gisna, Istri Lucas. Karena hal itulah dia memiliki julukan "Wifey Cousin Syndrom" karena jatuh cinta pada istri para sepupunya. Sampai akhirnya dia bertemu dengan Nadira John Hanley. Seorang model berdarah Indonesia-Thailand-Amerika yang merupakan sahabat dari kakak sepupu iparnya. Erhan mengatakan ia jatuh cinta pada pandangan pertama pada wanita itu. Dan langsung, kata itu ditepis oleh Gisna. Gisna tidak ingin sahabatnya ditaksir oleh pria plin plan macam Erhan.

He was everything they warned her to stay away from. He was the kind of man she would never have wanted to associate with. But how and why did she fall for him, even when he degraded her? He made it known to her that she was a nobody to him, yet she couldn't leave him. Astrid Peyton becomes the fiancée of a young billionaire, Darius Titan, who is rumoured to be a heartless dominant. She is determined to prove the world, especially her mother, that they are wrong about him. Nikoleta Titan, Darius's mother, is diagnosed with cancer. She is excited to find out that her son is engaged to someone, as she feels like he only uses people to get what he wants. This brings her and Astrid very close. But what happens when Astrid finds out that Darius is everything they say he is? What if he's worse? Did she really not grow on him, like she usually did other people? Will she stay with him, even after everything he has put her through?

Back when we were still in love, I heard from someone else that Charlie Grant had been getting unusually close to his secretary. He never offered an explanation. He let me dig for the truth on my own. Over the past five years, I quietly collected countless photos of them together—having lunch, leaving late-night meetings, even traveling for business—but none of them offered conclusive proof of cheating. Until the day he proposed to me. There was a giant screen set up. It was supposed to play a romantic video Charlie had prepared just for the proposal, but the screen suddenly cut to something else. A video of Charlie at a hospital, standing beside his secretary as she underwent a pregnancy check-up. In the video, the doctor clearly referred to Charlie as her husband… and the father of her child. His secretary burst into tears on the spot and apologized to me repeatedly. She sobbed as though she were the victim. Charlie, however, stood there with a cold expression and said flatly, "She's an unwed mother. She was helpless. I was just accompanying her for the checkup. The doctor must've misunderstood." Everyone braced for a dramatic scene. However, I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I only reached up and slowly removed the delicate flower hairpiece from my head. I set the hairpiece down. Then I looked Charlie in the eyes and spoke calmly. "You're right. It is sad that she’s pregnant and all alone. "This marriage proposal was meant for her. Not me." I gave a faint smile. "May you enjoy a blissful life. And… congratulations on the baby."

The night Enzo was made boss of the Moretti family, I gave him my virginity. He was the heir I'd been promised to since before I could speak. We kissed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, tangled in the humid, twilight heat... His rough, urgent hands hurt me, but I didn't pull away. Even the pain felt sacred, a sacrifice I was willing to make for love. Lost in the heat of the moment, he promised me a pair of the most beautiful crystal shoes, so I could dance the opening waltz with him at his coronation ceremony the next day. The first dance is always reserved for the new boss and his future bride. I cried with joy, believing my years of secret pining and patient waiting would finally culminate in a fairytale ending. But I was wrong. So terribly wrong. The next morning, I dragged my aching body out to get his favorite espresso, only to overhear the guys joking as I returned: "So you finally popped the family cherry, huh? How was Vivian on your first night as boss?" Enzo's voice was lazy, mocking. "Face of an angel, body of a devil. She's a hot little viper in bed." The room erupted in sleazy whistles. "So, you really gonna marry her, young boss?" "Are you kidding me?" Enzo scoffed. "Vivian's just a warm-up. Once I get some practice in, I'll go tame the Falcone ice princess. When I get bored, I can always circle back and put a ring on her." I stood frozen in the doorway, my vision blurring, the coffee cup trembling in my hand. Before the world faded to black, I sent a coded message to the Don: "Uncle Romano, for the promotion in three days, get me a transfer. As far away from Enzo as possible."

During a battle with a rival pack, my Alpha mate, Damien, burst into my private healing sanctuary. He was carrying Lyra, a Beta warrior who had supposedly taken a poisoned blade for him. The next day, under the watchful eye of the Moon Goddess, Damien was forced by the pack elders to apologize. He explained that bringing an outsider into my sanctuary was a desperate act in a moment of crisis. After all, Lyra had saved his life. But that night, in the bed we once shared, Lyra stabbed herself with a dagger laced with wolfsbane and framed me for the attack. He chose to believe her. The rejection ceremony ripped my wolf from my soul. I was cast out—a powerless exile, left for dead in a storm, to be torn to shreds by rogues. But what Damien never knew was that the ancient curse afflicting him could only be healed by me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning: the moment Damien carried that woman in, demanding I save her.

The seer foretells that I will mate with an Alpha and give birth to the strongest heir. Because of this, I am arranged to be mates with the Alpha heir, Chad Gibson, since I was a child. And from then on, I am groomed to become a Luna. I devote my entire youth to bleeding, fighting, and enduring it all. Every smile, every step, and every breath is for the sole purpose of becoming the perfect Luna. And yet, what do I receive in the end? On the day of the marking ceremony, Chad carries in an expecting Rogue with Omega bloodline, Yelena Lockhart. He then publicly declares that during a hunt, he accidentally consumed a lustbane and bred with Yelena. Thus, he must take responsibility and make her his future Luna. Seeing the unshakable resolve on his face, I ask in a trembling voice, "What about me? What am I supposed to do?" Without a moment's hesitation, he replies, "Tessa, because of that false prophecy, you have stolen the future Luna's place and enjoyed privileges that were never yours for long enough. Now, you must step aside. "But don't worry, I won't cast you out. As long as you keep serving Yelena as her maid in atonement, you may still stay by my side." The world falls into dead silence, and the stares of the pack weigh on me like a mountain. I neither scream nor beg. Instead, I simply remove my veil and return the ring that symbolizes the future Luna. Later, when Yelena gives birth, the pup turns out to be of Omega bloodline. Only then does Chad realize the prophecy is true, that I alone can bear the Alpha heir destined to lead. But when Chad finally regrets everything and begs me to come back, it is already too late. I have already accepted the Alpha King's proposal and no longer belong to Chad.

My wife made me get a vasectomy. Not once, but ninety-nine times. Right before the hundredth operation, the doctor looked at me with pity in his eyes as the anesthesia failed to fully kick in. "Ms. Gibson really knows how to destroy a man," he murmured. "She's put him through ninety-nine vasectomies, then had them reversed—again and again. However, his body's long since broken. There's no chance of children now." "It's probably for her ex. Word is, it's his own brother. The scandals in these wealthy families—unbelievable." Because of a hospital mix-up at birth, my and Jeff Cunningham's fates were exchanged. He grew up with the Cunningham family, while I lived a poor life. Years later, my parents found the truth, taking me in and sending Jeff away. To make things worse, I became Wynnie Gibson's new fiancé. I once asked her, barely able to speak through the pain, why she would marry someone she did not love. She looked at me calmly. "To get revenge," she said. "You came home and stole Jeff's place. He was the one I love. He drank himself to death after you returned." Even my biological parents knew she was poisoning me. However, they turned a blind eye. They did nothing to stop her. They knew Wynnie had got pregnant with Jeff's child through IVF—planning to raise the child and let him inherit the family fortune. I coughed up blood and threw myself into the sea. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was first reunited with them. This time, when I saw the sorrow in their eyes—sorrow not for me, but for the son they lost— I chose to let them go.