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PROSES REVISI. JANGAN DIBACA DULU. Pernah merasa terluka tapi tetap memilih bertahan? Itulah Alsha, gadis yang sekuat cahaya, namun juga sering tenggelam dalam bayang-bayang. Alshameyzea Afsheena yang memiliki arti "cahaya yang memancarkan keanggunan" seolah menjadi takdirnya. Cahaya yang selalu hadir, meskipun kadang terselubung oleh awan-awan kelabu. Seperti matahari yang tetap bersinar meski kadang tak terlihat, begitu pula Alsha. Dia pernah berharap, pernah mencintai, pernah menggenggam mimpi yang kemudian berubah menjadi abu kenangan. Namun, seperti arti namanya, dia tetap bersinar. Keanggunannya bukan dari sempurna, tapi dari caranya bangkit meski jatuh berkali-kali. Dia pernah menyukai seseorang yang membuatnya merasakan hangatnya mentari, tapi juga pernah merasakan dinginnya bayangan. Semua luka dan kenangan itu, hanya menambah sinarnya, semakin kuat dan anggun. Karena Alsha tahu, tak ada yang lebih indah dari cahaya yang tetap bersinar meski di tengah badai. Masa lalu, baginya, mungkin menyakitkan, namun di sanalah ia belajar tentang keanggunan. Keanggunan dalam menerima, dalam merelakan, dan dalam terus bersinar, tanpa pernah kehilangan jati dirinya. Jangan lupa follow dulu sebelum baca. Semoga betah sampai di akhir kisah Alsha! Jazakumullah khayran Katsir yang sudah mau baca ceritaku. Salam hangat dari author.

Just because of her manly name, Mil was forced to live in a boarding house together with five men—Greypi, Kim, Soju, Orij and Vince. At first, it was hard to survive under the roof with five handsome men who have different characters. One is a clean freak, the other is a pushover, the third guy is a playboy, the fourth man is a joker and the last is a mysterious loner. But as she spend her time with them, they soon created strong bond and became friends; even though the boys still fight with each other sometimes. Everything was good. Not until… “I think, I love you.” “I like you!” “Will I court you just because of that damn promise?! F*ck, Mil! Use your brain!” “Because of you, I can’t look at the other girls anymore. So take a responsibility.” “There’s something between us. Because I like you.” Just when she thought everything is great, they suddenly start fighting to win her heart.

An unsual story of a doctor and a mafia boss who meet each other by accident one night. Was it an accident or was it their fate that brought them together? What are the odds of them falling in love? But love happens when you least expect it. A story of love,loss and hope. Hope that maybe one day two people with completely different worlds would fall in love and fill the void in each others life.

There's trouble in the knight's household when a golden necklace worth billions of dollars is stolen by one of the house maids. In the quest of finding it, Lucas Knight finds something extremely terrifying. A shrine made specifically for him. It contains items like his pictures, clothes, his used tooth brush and even strands of his hair. It seems like Lucas Knight has a crazy admirer. Stalking Lucas Knight became Vivian Addams job the moment she set her eyes on his gorgeous face. When she is given a job as a maid in the Knight's mansion, she believes that heaven is helping her. Besides, it's not like he can ever find out right? WRONG. NOTE: The people, activities, and places in this narrative may be implausible because it was written for comic relief. If any of the characters behave in a way that is comparable to SpongeBob SquarePants, feel free to chuck your phone into the ocean.

When I was ten, my mother married into the Corleone family, and I followed her into that house. Before Vincent Corleone learned to hate me, he had once treated me like a real little sister. Later, he became the one who hurt me most. He believed my mother had driven his own mother to her death, and from that day on, he made sure I paid for it. Humiliation, contempt, cruelty—he never spared me any of it. Then Leo Moretti, Vincent’s closest friend, confessed that he loved me. I thought he was my way out. I was wrong. The morning after I gave him my first time, I overheard him speaking to Vincent behind a half-closed door. “I got the photos from her first night,” Leo said quietly. “Are you really going to make them public?” Vincent’s voice was cold enough to freeze my blood. “She owes my mother a life. If I can’t take that, then I’ll make sure she pays another way. I want her ruined.” That was the moment I understood. The tenderness had been fake. The love had been a trap. And the man I had trusted most had been waiting all along to destroy me. What they didn’t know was that two weeks earlier, I had already received an invitation from Professor Evans at the world’s top international medical research institute. So this time, I left first. And I was never coming back.

After a car accident, my wife loses her memory. She throws herself into her first love's arms and frantically aborts our child. When I confront her in despair, she looks at me with nothing but contempt. "Why would I keep some child when I don't even know who the father is? You're really shameless, pulling this stunt just to avoid splitting the assets." What she doesn't know is that I have made a deal with the system to bring her back to life. By the time she remembers everything, she's already searching desperately for me all over the world. But I can never return.

El día que papá asistió a una fiesta con su ex y se volvió tendencia, todos se burlaban de mi mamá. Decían que había dejado atrás una gran carrera para entrar en una familia rica, pero después de treinta años seguía sin nombre ni lugar, sin siquiera el valor de reclamarle a la amante. Después de tanto llorar, mamá me miró cansada. —Él me falló primero, así que yo tampoco lo quiero. —Amanda, ¿te vas conmigo? Justo entonces sonó mi celular. Era un mensaje de mi novio de siete años: "Amanda, solo es un acta de matrimonio. ¿No podemos seguir como novios?" Guardé silencio unos segundos antes de asentir. Así fue que, el mismo día de su boda, mamá y yo desaparecimos entre las llamas de la mansión.

El hotel me llamó para recordarme de forma sutil que anoche olvidé pagar los condones que usé, y que ya habían descontado el importe de mi tarjeta de membresía. Yo estaba algo confundida; ayer trabajé horas extras hasta muy tarde, ni siquiera estuve en un hotel. Pregunté a mi esposo, el único que sabía el número de mi tarjeta, sobre qué demonios había pasado. Él me miró con cara de total desconcierto. —Cariño, esa habitación cuesta más de diez mil la noche, ¿cómo iba yo a gastar eso? Seguro que fue un error del sistema. —Habrá sido alguien que ingresó mal el número de la membresía. Mañana iré a poner una queja. Ya no perdí el tiempo hablando con él. La inversora de ese hotel es Ángela, mi mejor amiga. Le llamé directamente. —Querida, ayúdame a revisar con quién demonios se registró Víctor Soto anoche. ¡Voy a pillarlo en la infidelidad!

Mi novia, Isabel Sánchez, es la heredera de la familia más poderosa de la capital. Su fortuna supera los cien mil millones de dólares. Para ponerme a prueba, durante siete años de relación, nunca me regaló nada, nunca gastó un solo centavo en mí. Ni siquiera cuando iba a comprar parches anticonceptivos: insistía en pagar a medias. Después, mi madre se enfermó de gravedad. Les pedí dinero a todos los familiares y amigos que pude. Solo me faltaban dos mil dólares para cubrir el costo de la cirugía. Le supliqué, le rogué. Pero Isabel no me prestó ni un dólar. Tuve que pagar yo solo los gastos del funeral de mi madre. Cuando regresé a casa para recoger mis cosas, encontré por casualidad una lista de regalos que le había comprado a Marco Aguiñaga: una villa de lujo, bolsos de marcas exclusivas, trajes de gala masculinos de alta costura… También encontré los audios en el grupo con sus amigos: —Isabel, ¿es cierto que César se arrodilló para pedirte dos mil dólares? Isabel se rió con frialdad; su voz sonó despreocupada, casi divertida. —Marco tenía razón: quien se arrodilla por tan poco dinero no es más que un interesado. Apenas llevamos siete años juntos y ya está desesperado por sacarme dinero. Resultó que siete años de "prueba" no valieron más que un comentario venenoso de su vecinito de al lado. No importa. Desde el momento en que mi madre murió, ya lo había decidido: desaparecer de su vida para siempre.

My husband, Jacob Morris, wrongly believed that I had pushed the woman he loved down the stairs. So, he locked me in the basement to make me reflect on my actions. He hired people to punish me, trying to break my spirit. I suffered inhumane torture. My tendons were cut, and my face was disfigured. Four years later, he finally remembered me and let me out. But by then, I was too broken to love him anymore.