Left 4 Dead 1 & 2

'Duda' Sebutan itu tersemat untuk seorang Devano Zayn Ganendra sekarang. Bohong jika Devan baik-baik saja setelah ditinggalkan oleh Disya. Lelaki itu sampai tumbang, berbaring di rumah sakit untuk beberapa pekan karena sakit fisik... juga hati sebenarnya. Ditinggalkan Disya benar-benar berdampak buruk untuk Devan. Apa yang sudah dilakukan oleh Devan untuk membuat istri kecilnya kembali? Tidak ada! Devan tidak melakukan apapun selama tiga tahun ini, bukannya tidak ingin berusaha... Devan merasa Disya memang tidak mau memaafkannya, apalagi kembali menjadi istrinya. Belum lagi sekarang Disya mempunyai Kakak laki-laki yang begitu amat protektif dan posesif. Devan tidak takut, hanya saja posisi lelaki itu lebih darinya, dalam artian lebih tinggi posisi terpenting dalam hidup Disya setelah Ayahnya, sekarang. Sulit! Sangat sulit. "Sudah tiga tahun 'kan? Tidak ingin kembali dengan Disya? Setidaknya kembali perkenalkan dirimu seolah-olah kau adalah orang baru—seorang Devano dengan versi yang lebih baik. Masuk ke dalam kehidupannya lagi dengan perlahan-lahan dan hati-hati, yakinkan hati Disya kembali untuk bisa bersamamu. Dulu, jalanmu terlalu gampang untuk bersama Disya, mungkin kali ini Tuhan ingin kamu lebih berusaha untuk mendapatkan Disya kembali, supaya kamu berpikir beberapa kali jika ingin membuatnya menangis." Seseorang mengatakan itu kepada Devan. Perkataannya berhasil membuat Devan kembali mendapatkan kepercayaan dan keyakinan diri yang lebih besar untuk mendapatkan kembali cintanya. Mungkin benar apa katanya, kali ini jalan untuk mendapatkan hati Disya lebih susah dan sulit, akan ada banyak rintangan dan badai yang datang. Tapi... Devan memang harus melewatinya jika ingin kembali mendapatkan hati Disya, 'kan? Akankah Devan berhasil? ***

Jude Queens never believed in fairytales—until Malachi Flynn crashed into his world with a grin like summer and a spike that could stop time. Bound by their shared love for volleyball, their chemistry burned bright and fast, leaving everything else in the shadows. But just as Jude opened his heart, Malachi vanished without a word. Two years later, Malachi returns—older, familiar, and still devastatingly magnetic. The moment they lock eyes, the ache returns. So does the desire. But buried beneath Malachi’s smile are secrets that could shatter them both. Torn between anger and longing, Jude must decide: can he forgive the boy who left him in pieces, or is some pain too deep to heal? “Why Did You Leave Me When I Needed You Most?” is a sizzling, tender story of second chances, the scars we carry, and the hope that love—real, soul-deep love—can echo back stronger than before.

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.

幼い頃より互いに結婚すると決めていた４人が同じ高校に！とはいえ、カップルは決定しており、それぞれが同棲している（両親公認）。学校には秘密の関係でなかなかに大変な高校生と教師なのです。

I'm the Whitefang Pack Alpha's daughter. Thanks to Samzor—Alpha of Nightfang and my so-called betrothed—I got shoved into a mate bond with a limp rogue. He sold out three generations of Nightfang war honors just to make it happen. Dad lost it. He went straight to Nightfang territory, demanding answers. Samzor? He laughed. "Alpha Connor, come on. Nyara's your heir. You'd never let her actually mate a cripple. "I've loved her for seven years. I'd never mistreat her. I just need her to compromise—let Catherine stay with me. "Don't stress. Catherine's obedient. Polite. She'll make a good servant for Nyara." Catherine. A fox-wolf halfblood he dragged in from a border patrol. Scared I'd kick her out the second our bond was sealed, he cooked up this garbage plan to trap me. Only problem? The Alpha King's decree doesn't do take-backs. Mom handled the dowry. I'd go through with the ceremony. Bond to that rogue. After that? Samzor was dead to me.

Three years ago, my husband’s brother took a bullet for him. So Gwen brought his brother's widow, Eliza, into our home. I was the Donna in name only. I had to step aside for Eliza in everything. Once, Eliza faked slitting her wrists. She said I drove her to it. Gwen grabbed my throat. Murder flashed in his eyes. "Get out. The Falcone family has no place for a venomous bitch like you." He gave her the family's art foundation to "make it up to her." It was supposed to be mine. This time, I said nothing. He was signing a stack of business contracts. I just slipped the divorce papers in with them. A few days later, he noticed I wasn't home. He searched all over Chicago. He couldn't find me. That's when he saw the divorce decree. He finally understood. I was gone. For good. That day, the untouchable king of the Chicago Outfit… shattered.

After the car accident, one of the Johnson sons was dead and the other gravely injured. When my devout, devoted husband woke up in the hospital, he called out, "Dorothy." He claimed that his body then held the soul of his brother, Elias Johnson. I went mad, calling doctors, priests, anyone I could, desperate to bring my husband back. It was not until that night that I overheard his conversation with our son: "Father, you've loved aunt for years. You even kept yourself chaste in your private prayer room, waiting. Now, finally, you can be with her openly." The man in the bed reached out to stroke our son's hair. "If it weren't to stop your mother from destroying her relationship, I wouldn't have married her." I hid in the shadows, still reeling from their words, when I saw what happened after our son left. The husband I had always known, icy, composed, and ascetic to maintain his devout faith for seven years, was then holding his sister-in-law close on that tiny hospital bed, sharing a warmth meant for lovers. The next day, I applied for Jim Johnson's death certificate and burned our marriage certificate. At his grand wedding, I climbed aboard the helicopter sent to fetch me. However, my once-cold husband went mad, chasing after us down several streets, desperate and unhinged.

Everyone in the city knows Nathan Cooper only agreed to marry me because he had no choice. No matter how many times I tried to seduce him over the past seven years, he would just run his fingers over his rosary beads. Never once had he shown a trace of desire in his eyes. It isn't until that night, when I see him answer a long-distance call from his first love. Upon hearing her voice, Nathan loses control. It's as if heat was surging through his body like a live wire. The next day, Lily Hunt flies back. Nathan shoves me out of the car and drives off to pick her up. As I fall from the bridge and lose my memory, news of Nathan's proposal to his beloved sets the whole city ablaze. The next day, he shows up late to the hospital. As Nathan stands by my bedside, he says he will marry me, but only if he can hold a wedding ceremony with Lily. Then, he announces the wedding date. I lean against his bitter enemy, Luke Patton, and look at Nathan in confusion. "Sorry, who are you?"

My student, Renee Blue, comes from a poor family, and her mother suffers from uremia. Out of sympathy, I lent her some money. She promised to pay me back after graduation. However, on graduation day, she handed me an ultrasound and told me, "Your money comes from your husband anyway, right? I’m pregnant with your husband’s baby, so I won’t be paying you back. Also, you should step aside." I was in shock… because my husband had been dead for seven years. It wasn't until I saw Renee with my driver that I understood how she got pregnant.

My Alpha fiancé made me drink a witch's memory potion on our mating ceremony day so he could bond with my stepsister instead. "Serena is under a vicious curse. Only bonding with a powerful Alpha can break it." "Aria, you're the only one I love. I don't want to hurt you, so if you drink this memory potion, you'll temporarily forget the person you love most. Once I help Serena break her curse, you can take the antidote and recover your memories." "Then I'll break the bond with Serena and make you the most honored Luna of our pack." I didn't hesitate. I drank the entire vial in one gulp. But he didn't know the witch never created a corresponding antidote. In seven days, I would forget him forever.