Lan Sizhui

"Aku masih membenci setiap jejak yang tertinggal dari masa laluku, dan sekarang kamu mau menjadi bagian dari kebencianku?" tanyanya kepadaku. Aku terdiam. Tidak satu patah kata bisa keluar. Atmosfer yang dia ciptakan mencekikku. "Kala pertemuan pertama kita tempo kemarin, hatiku berkata ada sesuatu yang beda. Kini, bagiku, satu suatu itu seakan porak poranda masa lalu," ucapnya lemah. Dia menggelengkan kepala. "Tapi, dikau tak berkata apapun kala itu, hanya anggukan yang memancing murka diri. Namun, dikau telah merahasiakan paduka. Sekali ini, aku perkenan semua kembali dalam bayangan," komentarnya, "terima kasih." "Terima kasih," balasku pula. Rasanya sesak. Hanya itu yang bisa terucap dari lidahku. Entah kenapa, hubungan kami yang baru dimulai, perkenalan singkat yang berbeda ini, sudah diambang kehancuran.

—Instructor, por favor, deténgase. Vine aquí a aprender a conducir, no a tener una aventura. Dentro del coche del instructor, como seguía sin poder controlar el embrague, el instructor Reeves, quien era amigo de mi esposo, hizo que me sentara en su regazo para enseñarme mejor la técnica. El problema era que ese día yo llevaba una falda corta, y debajo ni siquiera llevaba pantalones cortos de seguridad. Peor aún, en un momento determinado, él sacó algo de sus pantalones y lo presionó directamente contra mí.

Setiap orang berhak mendapatkan kebahagiaan. Tapi bagaimana caranya meraih kebahagiaan itu? Mia Malva Elard, seorang perempuan yang berjuang mencari kebahagiaannya. Terlalu banyak kehilangan yang Mia rasakan membuatnya tidak mempercayai adanya cinta. Hingga Grayson Adelard datang kedalam hidup Mia dan menawarkan sebuah pernikahan. Apa kebahagiaan bisa didapatkan dari pernikahan dua hati yang terluka? Mia harus mencari jawabannya.

When Gwen's family is chased out of the house and her sister falls terribly ill, she is forced to tie knot with Prince Williams to save her family. Little does she know she is signing up for a roller coaster of love, bitterness, rivalry, conquest and compulsory sacrifice.A book on the significant role of love

My blood-mate, Lord Lucien, found out. I gave the “Moonlight Blood” treaty, the one I bled to secure with the werewolf packs, to his new pet, Celeste. He thought it was the result of his decade of cold neglect. A sign I had finally shattered. So, he offered to take me to the centennial Crimson Feast in Venice. But when Celeste heard, she flew into a jealous rage and threatened to leave his clan. Lucien, who catered to her every whim, panicked. He spent three days and nights soothing her ego, even giving her his prized Elder Blood. Then he left me behind again, using a border skirmish with our rivals as an excuse. He gave her my invitation—the only one. Later, he explained himself, lounging on his sarcophagus with a careless air. "Love is a luxury we can't always afford, Octavia. The clan's survival is everything. I am their Lord. I have responsibilities." "You are my blood-mate, Octavia," he said. "You'll support me. Won't you?" A thrall presented a magic mirror. In it, Celeste pressed her pale cheek against Lucien’s shoulder. They embraced under the moonlight, their lips meeting as they exchanged blood. I said nothing. I just nodded. Lucien thought I had finally learned my place. A satisfied smirk curled his lips as he promised to buy my silence with a trinket from his private collection when he returned. But he didn't know. I had already cut ties with the clan. And he had already signed the dissolution papers with his own blood. There was no "us" anymore.

Zea dihadapkan pada pilihan sulit ketika dokter memvonisnya tidak bisa mengandung lagi, setelah kehilangan calon buah hatinya di usia 7 bulan kandungan. Rasanya dunia terlihat suram, tetapi Zea masih bisa menjalani hidupnya seakan duka itu tak pernah ada. Sayangnya, semesta menginginkan Zea mengorbankan lebih banyak lagi perasaannya, wujud pengorbanan seorang istri dan menantu saat pihak keluarga suaminya menginginkan pewaris. Apa yang akan Zea alami selanjutnya? Akankah dia bisa bahagia sampai di penghujung cerita?

"You can't love him, you need someone who you're more compatible with," he insisted. His arms moved suddenly, his palms slamming against the wall beside my head, his arms locked into place. "You wouldn't know," I gritted out in frustration. Landon sighed, leaning in further till his soft lips pressed against my neck lightly, briefly, making me gasp. "Trust me, I know exactly who you suit," he whispered. "Remember the night at your house after dinner?" He asked, his lips leaving soft kisses up to my ear. I shuddered, nodding. He smiled gently against my skin. "I did want to kiss you."

Things are always good in a relationship until a third person chips in. Left with the fortunes of her parent's who were killed in fold blood at the age of ten , Jean is finally old enough to take over but her greedy uncle won't let her do so. Alex and Jean have had their own up and downs but after a hectic breakup and her uncles suspicious behavior she doesn't know who to trust anymore and is left With all the things coming at her will her former lover come to her rescue? Will they finally have their happily ever after or circumstances tear them apart?

Sinopsis Azizah tidak menyangka jika dirinya akan dilelang secara kejam, oleh suaminya karena perusahaan keluarga mereka mengalami kebangkrutan. Ferdy, belakangan sedang didesak ibunya untuk segera menikah. Karena dia tidak pandai mencari seorang istri, dia mengikuti ide Gila dari Galang agar mengambil istrinya saja, yang kebetulan sedang dilelangnya untuk menutupi dana perusahaan yang kolaps. Ketika Azizah dengan Ferdy sudah saling dekat, sudah muncul perasaan saling nyaman satu dengan lainnya. Galang datang membawa penyesalan dan meminta Azizah untuk kembali. Setelah menyadari, semua kesalahan yang dia lakukan selama ini. Ternyata ada rasa cinta yang sudah terselip di dalam hati kecil, yang baru ia sadari saat akan benar-benar kehilangan Azizah. Apakah Azizah akan kembali pada suami yang telah tega melelangnya itu? Sedangkan dia sudah mendapatkan segalanya dari Ferdy.

Ever felt being just a white paper having nothing written? Or a white crayon? Like feeling useless? Cause I do. I'm Amira. A Blank Canvas.