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On the day we chose our college majors, the influencer who was the school's heartthrob held a livestream and announced that he had decided to lead the anti-rat-race movement and would choose to attend a vocational college. The whole class followed him. Seeing the rapidly increasing number of followers, he smiled smugly. "They can do these low-class jobs if they like. I'll change my choice back to Harvard University at the last minute." I tried to dissuade him, but this would cause network congestion. My girlfriend slapped me. "You nerd! Who are you to tell our idol, Zach Simpson, what to do?" In my previous life, I spent half an hour dissuading them, and only then did the students change their college choices. However, Zach failed to change his application due to network lag and was admitted to a vocational college instead. He could not bear the blow and jumped into the river to commit suicide. The students who had entered prestigious universities collectively vented their anger on me. At the class reunion, they poured 99 bottles of beer down my throat and locked me in the karaoke's freezer. "Who cares about the prestige of a prestigious university? You'll just be working for someone else after graduation anyway!" "Why did we follow Zach in the first place? Wasn't it to break this damn rule?" "Zach was leading us to realize our dreams! If you hadn't interfered, I would already have gone to a vocational college with him!" They spoke disdainfully of prestigious universities, yet not one of them chose to drop out. I froze to death in a dark, cold freezer, my eyes wide open. Years later, they became elites in their respective fields, while my parents could only weep looking at my portrait. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Zach was livestreaming in the classroom. This time, I promised I would not interfere. Instead, I wished them a happy vocational college experience.

At 11:00 pm, I've just locked my car and am about to walk away when rows of bright red comments appear right in front of my eyes. "Warning! Your husband, whom you're still in a 30-day cooling-off period with, wants to kidnap you! He'll take nudes of you while livestreaming the entire process before mutilating you into chunks and flushing you down the sewers!" "Well, this gold digger keeps swindling money from her husband while toying with his feelings relentlessly. Now, she even wants a portion of his assets by getting a divorce from him. Serves her right for being a target of revenge!" I'm left feeling shell-shocked. After all, I'm single as a Pringle. How the heck did I even have a husband, to begin with?

Lena Vasquez avait toujours été l’étudiante parfaite… jusqu’à la nuit où elle surprit son petit ami en train de la tromper. Ivre et le cœur brisé, elle s’incrusta dans une somptueuse soirée sur un toit et s’abandonna à un inconnu dévastateur qui la baisa sauvagement contre la rambarde du balcon, lui faisant tout oublier dans des vagues de honte et de plaisir. Le lendemain matin, elle découvre que l’inconnu n’est autre que Damien Ashford : le milliardaire impitoyable qui vient d’acquérir son université et contrôle désormais sa bourse, la seule chose qui l’empêche de tout abandonner. Désespérée pour sauver son avenir, Lena accepte le marché choquant de Damien : devenir son modèle nu exclusif pendant deux mois. Trois nuits par semaine, complètement nue dans son studio privé, sans limites, sans pitié. En échange, sa bourse et ses frais de scolarité sont garantis. Ce qui commence comme une transaction humiliante se transforme rapidement en quelque chose de bien plus dangereux. Sous le regard intense et possessif de Damien, sous ses touches autoritaires, la honte de Lena se mue lentement en un désir interdit. Chaque séance lui enlève bien plus que ses vêtements : elle lui arrache ses défenses. Mais Damien cache de sombres secrets. Ses fiançailles glaciales, le fantôme de sa défunte épouse qui lui ressemblait trait pour trait, et cette sculpture qui pourrait les détruire tous les deux. Un seul accord. Une seule obsession. Lena va-t-elle perdre son avenir… ou rendre son âme à l’homme qui possède déjà son corps ?

During a kindergarten parent-teacher conference, a rich wife accuses me of stealing her bag. I'm baffled. I bought the bag myself abroad, and it even has my name etched on it. However, when I scrutinize the bag, I discover that my name is missing. I call my husband, and he impatiently says, "I gave your bag to Jen. She's fresh out of college and needs an expensive bag to make herself look good. Even Finn said the bag is too young for you—it suits Jen more. You're too old for these things. You should be glad to even have a fake one." I bark out an exasperated laugh. I can go without having a husband, but the bag has to be returned to me.

AREA DEWASA 21+ Di dalam sebuah kamar apartemen mewah dan begitu megah dengan fasilitas lengkap, seorang wanita tengah memandang keluar dari jendela menatap butiran air hujan yang membasahi kaca. Ia termenung sesekali menghela nafas seolah tengah memikirkan sesuatu. Tok... Tok... Tok.... Lamunannya terhenti kala terdengar suara ketukan pintu. ia bergegas berlari ke arah sumber suara. Clek... Dengan gembiranya wanita bernama Sofia Andaresta 27 tahun itu membuka pintu, tampak seorang laki-laki berusia 30 tahunan langsung memeluknya. "Aku merindukanmu!" "Aku merindukan tubuhmu" Bisik pria itu di kuping Sofia, membuatnya sedikit geli. *** Penasaran dengan Kelanjutannya? yuk Lanjut di baca...

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell of medicine is too strong. Change it again." I suppress the urge to suddenly break down and arrange for someone to take care of it. At 2:00 am, he reaches me through our mind-link. "The sheets are dirty. Come up and change them." I instinctively block him and refuse calmly. "Sorry, Alpha Reese. The staff responsible for cleaning have already gone to rest." In the darkness, a cruel chuckle comes from the man. In a tone that allows no refusal, he murmurs, "Then you come and change them yourself."

I got back from a six month work trip and found my pet hamster dead. I couldn't just bury it. I wanted to preserve it, keep it whole. But when I carefully opened it up, I went still. Its lungs were pitch black. That kind of damage couldn't happen fast. It meant months of breathing toxic smoke. But my husband and I never smoked. So who'd been living in my house while I was gone?

(Berdasarkan kisah nyata) Dara cukup sedih saat rumah mendiang Kakek nya pernah dicap sebagai rumah angker. Karena bagaimanapun juga rumah itu merupakan rumah masa kecil Dara dan adik adiknya. Namun, ia pun tak bisa menampik kalau rumah itu memang sangat menyeramkan! 16 tahun berlalu kini Rumah Kakeknya telah berubah dan di renovasi. Akan tetapi, masih banyak teka teki yang tidak ia ketahui tentang rumah itu. "Sebenarnya .. Sosok apakah yang sering mengganggu kami saat kecil dirumah itu? Apakah sekarang 'mereka' masih ada disana? Haruskah aku kembali untuk mengungkap misteri tentang Rumah Kakek??"

I was an extremely selfish person. I drained my parents’ life savings, abused my young nephew, and extorted my husband’s premarital assets. My family could no longer endure it and took me to court. If the charges were proven, I would be flayed alive, my tendons torn out, tortured until death.

Self-made billionaire Gareth Sebastian wants his revenge from the girl who jilted him at the altar and ripped his heart. He has a lot of plan in his head. Five years later, their paths cross again unexpectedly. Gareth made sure that Samantha will pay for what was she had done to him in the past. But Gareth didn't expect that Samantha wouldn't remember him. Everything about him. How will Gareth make Samantha remember him and the wounds she caused him in the past? Will the memories of their yesterday will revive? Or it will just remain a buried memories of their tomorrow?