Last First Kiss

"Loving you is unhealthy, I know it is" Loving a man with all my heart even if I already know his intention to me wasn't true. All his actions and gestures were just a part of their bet, in short... I'm just a bet. But I still loved him despite all of those red, just this once I want to follow my heart even if I know that it will also ruin me in the end. Just for once I want to know how to love and what it feels to be loved, even if it's just an act. I, Arela Charlie Maurier am willing to take a risk just to know what love feels like, I know I'm awful, but I'm desperate because this is my first and last chance. Love will always be the most painful risk that I'll be willing to take.

"Jᴜsᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ ᴅᴀʏs. Iғ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ'ʟʟ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. Aɴᴅ ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴀs ғᴀʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ." »»» To love and be loved is what every woman dreams of. But a one-sided love is out of the question. Since she learnt the word love, Akhelish had been unrequitedly in love with her brother's best friend. For so many years, she tried everything she could to make him fall helplessly in love with her but all of it was a fail. And then a thought came over her. She challenge herself and made a deal with Kien to make him fall in love with her in just twelve days. After so many years of attempting, will a week and five days be enough to achieve her goal? Or like the other, it will also be failed?

Niahara Coltrane was engaged to a guy that she didn't know what he looks like. She raised by her grandparents who are extremely wealthy and most influential person. She fears of having a bad dreams, even if she wants to sleep peacefully she can't, she is also afraid of crowded places so it triggers her anxiety even more. She got this anxiety from what had happened to her in recent years. After ditching her own wedding, she disguised herself as a nerdy woman where she bumps with an artist who is also running from his manager and body guard. What role will this artist play in Niahara's life? Will this artist help her? or makes her life more chaotic? What would happen to the two if destiny brought them together one day?

After my husband's first love, Sydney Edwards, used me as a walking blood bank, I died in the run-down rental apartment my billionaire husband, Casper Hawthorne, had tossed me into like it was a blessing for me. Today was the third day since I had died. My six-year-old son, Adam, finally realized something was wrong. He had cut his finger while playing with his toys, yet I did not comfort him. He tore open a packet of crackers and raised one to my mouth to feed me, but I did not stop him. He lay in my arms, clutching my clothes and whispering for me. Still, I did not answer. Lost and panicking, he found my phone and called his father, Casper. "Dad, why is Mom still sleeping?" The man sent back a photo of himself having New Year's Eve dinner with Sydney and said in a cold voice, "She's just sleeping, she's not dead. Today is New Year's Eve. I'm busy. Tell that clueless mom of yours that when she's ready to admit she was wrong, she can come and look for me." After the call ended, Adam stood there frozen for a long time. He picked up the last biscuit in the rental apartment from the trash can, broke it in half, and held one piece to my mouth. "Mom, let's eat too."

Raymond Cooper—a former police detective at Morozov city, decided to resign from his job and move to Cirillo city to reinvestigate the murder case of his late friend, Arnold Walter, after the police decided it as a failed robbery attempt that led to the murder. With a piece of paper that he found in his friend's hand, he searched for clues leading him to a girl named Amanda Chloe. All the investigations he carried out in Cirillo city led him to the trauma and old wounds he had received from his past. Will he be able to deal with his trauma and find the answer to his friend's murder?

After a fire broke out at the company, I shoved the only rescue rope into the hands of my husband, Peyton Shepherd. However, he yanked the smoke mask off my face and turned to secure it on his secretary, Hannah Russell, instead. Peyton escaped using the rescue rope, and Hannah remained unharmed thanks to the mask. I collapsed from inhaling toxic smoke, and then a falling pillar crashed into my stomach. Blood pooled beneath me. Just as the firefighters lifted me onto a stretcher, Peyton grabbed me and pulled me back down. "Serena, it's just a minor injury. Why are you lying on the stretcher? Let Hannah go to the hospital first. Her condition is serious, and she needs a comprehensive medical exam!" The firefighters and paramedics stared in shock. They looked at my blood-soaked dress, then Hannah crying pitifully over her blistered hand. My colleagues tried to intervene. "But Mr. Shepherd, Serena's injuries are clearly more severe!" Peyton snarled through gritted teeth. "Enough! I'm Serena's husband. Don't you think I know her condition? If Hannah's treatment gets delayed because of this, none of you will escape the consequences!" I pressed my hand against my slightly swollen lower abdomen and nodded, agreeing to let Hannah take the ambulance first. I decided that from this moment forward, neither I nor my unborn child owed Peyton anything.

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Being the least favorite and priority is a real struggle for Oleya Beautrin. She grew up still craving for her parents attention and love that they deprived her from. She grew up having the need to please everyone just so she will be enough and won't be compared to her twin anymore. But when she realized that pleasing them isn't enough for them to love her the same way as how her parents love her twin, she decided to stop and just go on with her life. She was happy. She found genuine friends that truly cares and love her. She also found the man that completed her. The man that makes her feel safe in his arms. But a tragedy happened that causes their relationship's devastation. She lost a life that broke her and her love of life. They broke up. And that's when everything started to crush her down. She begged and kneeed. She lowered her dignity a lot of times to ask for forgiveness from him. But he moved on while she was still in the dark, mourning. And the worst thing is, he is marrying her twin sister. A one night happened that will forever change their lives. She left to move on and gain herself back. And when she came back, she was ready to face the people who inflicted so much pain to her. And you know what's more? Oh. Her ex just came running back to her like nothing happened. Like he didn't called her names a lot of times. The question is, is she going to cave in and just forgive and forget? But how can she forget when someone who's extremely dear for her became a reminder about what happened that night. The reminder who is always with her.

"I love you..." His pitch increases as rage joins in, but still, he manages to retain gentility in his voice. "...but that doesn't mean I can't slit your throat, peanut!... DON'T ANGER ME." Blood drips down my wrist as his blue eyes tore me down, I could feel my fragile, lean wrist trapped within his muscular grip. As he screamed, my heart skipped into my mouth, memories filled my head, memories on how I willingly walked into a trap set up by the devil himself. **** Cupid strikes yet again, boring a deadly arrow in her chest... Krystal Gomez begins a pursuit. Little does she know that soon, she'll become his prey.

On the night before our wedding, my fiancee, Elara Wynn, gave her first time to her first love, Drew Mercer. I left my engagement ring behind and walked away. Before I went, I posted a message on their social feed: "Hope you two get back together soon. I’m clearing the way for you." The very next second, my fiancee called. "Cassian Rowe, I just didn’t want to leave regrets in my life. Can you stop being so old-fashioned?" I answered, annoyed, that she was no longer my fiancee and had nothing to do with me. That was when she panicked.