Lets Meet In The Next Life

Alena Rossi walked in on her fiance Rayden sleeping with his secretary Stephanie in the house they shared. The chaos around her that unravelled for Rayden was beyond her reach and she hadn't cared enough to stick around and watch the fireworks. Returning to her homeland had given her unexpected surprises that she hadn't anticipated. Devon Tyler is the youngest mogul who took the real estate world by storm and was building an empire for his future. He had dominated a lot in the last five years that made him more elusive until he came face to face with his oldest friend's youngest sister Alena. The young girl who grew up next door to him until he was twenty one. The same little girl that didn't like him one bit as a child and detested his very existence like he was a peasant to her. Came face to face with the adult version, the stunning beauty who still refused to acknowledge him. So he made it his mission to charge at her with everything he has and too see if she dared continue to ignore the untouchable billionaire who refuses to be ignored. The little girl he watched from afar was now within distance and he was up for the challenge as he stared at her silently.

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge. They were trinkets Mia had idly made during a craft class, marked only by a faint “M” scratched on the back. Back then, Mia was seated in the last row of the classroom. Her background was a complete mystery to everyone. Yet they wore that badge for ten whole years. Whether standing on the F1 podium or locking in billion-dollar trades at the exchange, the cheap little badge on their chests never changed. Until Ella showed up. She was the cherished daughter of a rising conglomerate family. She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.”

Suffering from memory loss, a young, innocent girl has to live a life that seems too much for her with her ten younger brothers. *** After an abduction incident, the multi-billionaire's daughter, Zoelle Mori was found alive but has lost all of her memory due to head trauma and excessive stress. To get back on track, she has to know what kind of person she used to be be; become sophisticated, firm, and staid; lastly, reside in a mansion with ten disunited, terrible younger brothers. Will she be able to relive the life of Zoelle Mori?

Perjalanan hidup memang sangat misterius. Seorang pemuda penghafal Al-Qur’an berusaha mencari jati dirinya.Sikap istiqomah yang dimiliki harus teruji dengan beberapa rintangan. Musibah yang menimpa keluarganya membuat dirinya menjadi seseorang yang memiliki kekuatan. Takdirnya yang akan menjadi salah satu pemuda yang akan menjadi penyelamat bumi dari tindakan kejahatan.Di sisi lain, dia juga berjuang untuk menghindari cinta yang akan membuatnya terbuai dari sikap istiqomahnya. Cinta yang ingin diperjuangkan jika menuruti hawa nafsu tapi terhalang dengan misi yang menjadi takdirnya.Akankah Daffa Albana bisa menghadapi takdirnya dengan baik?Akankah Daffa Albana mendapatkan cintanya dengan halal?Cerita yang dikemas dengan baik dan mempergunakan latar belakang kota kecil bersejarah, bekas reruntuhan Kesultanan Langkat, akan membawa anda ke sejarah yang mungkin belum anda ketahui.Stay tune terus di Mystery Of Life : Daffa Albana.

Jibran Hadid Malik is a tall, handsome, and intelligent man. He is a successful billionaire and the CEO of the Malik empire. He is living a double life on the one side if he is a billionaire carrying a name in the community of business locally as well as internationally then on the other side he is living in the disguise of a bodyguard, who is poor, illiterate, and miserable. Raamen Hayan is the daughter of Hayan. She is beautiful, innocent, and haughty. The most beautiful in her face is the three black dots carved in a triangle under her chin, which further intensify her beauty. She is the worst pampered daughter of her father. All negative qualities like ego, attitude, and haughtiness reside deeply in her. What happens when Hadid comes in front of her introducing himself as her bodyguard? Will she accept him as her bodyguard or kick him out of his job? How would Raamen react when she knows the true identity of Hadid? What could be the reason for Hadid hiding his true identity and manifesting himself as a wretched guy? Let's embark on their roller coaster journey which is full of annoyance, fun, love, and thriller drama moments.

There's an earthquake. I'm trapped underneath the debris with another young woman. "This woman's chest has been pierced by a steel bar. We have to save her immediately." The rescuers start to approach me when my husband, Quintus Ford, suddenly darts in the other direction. "She's pregnant! Save her first!" I look at him to see him staring at the other young woman in panic. He doesn't know I'm pregnant, too. The doctor who's trying to stop my bleeding shouts, "I can't stop her bleeding! I suspect she has a blood clotting disorder!" I force myself to nod and look at Quintus desperately. However, he says, "I'm her husband. I'll bear the responsibility if anything goes wrong."

After living under the same roof with his in-laws for four devastating years, Zayn Larson finally realized who it was that made all his sacrifices worthwhile. One day he would return the top, and none would stand in his way. It was all because he had his true love who wanted to lay in his arms beneath the sparkling sky.

In front of the orphanage gates, Rebecca Schwartz, the impoverished student I had been sponsoring, stood glaring at me with a face full of disdain. "If you don't let Freddie come along, I'm not going to your house either," she declared, her tone sharp and unyielding. In the past, blinded by love and hopelessly infatuated, I would have caved to her demands, humbling myself just to keep the peace. But things were different now—I had been reborn. Staring at this despicable pair, who had once caused my tragic demise, a tidal wave of fury surged within me. Yet, it settled into nothing more than a faint, icy smile on my lips. "Then stay here," I said, my voice cold and steady. "Rot in this place alongside your precious Freddie. After all, trash like you belong in the garbage heap."

On the day of our wedding, my fiance Thomas Warsh was killed in a car accident on the way there. His adopted sister rushed toward me, clutching his ashes, accusing me of being a jinx who brought him misfortune. I was drowning in grief when a line of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes. [You must remain a widow for three years for your deceased husband. After three years, he will be reincarnated and return to love you again!] [Don’t ever remarry. Otherwise, the male lead will never rest in peace, and you will suffer for the rest of your life!] That was when I learned that my fiancé and I were the hero and heroine of a novel. Only by following the spoilers in the comments and completing the storyline could I reunite with him. I did not remarry. Guided by the comments, I remained a widow for three years, and then another three. However, it was not until I suddenly died from a severe illness that I discovered the truth–the comments had all been written by Thomas. He had faked his death, changed his appearance, married his adopted sister, and fed me endless empty promises so I would continue to slave away for the Warsh family. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before the wedding.

The maid's daughter, who grew up in my home, had the nerve to act like an heiress. On her birthday, she invited every kid from school for a full-on rager at my family's villa. When I suggested they take it to a hotel, she lost it. "You don't get to tell me what to do! My friends can party wherever they want!" She added, "The ten-layer cake my parents ordered for me is on the way. Why don't you park yourself by the door and wait for it, huh?" Her crew circled up, laughing and pointing at me. But I'd lived through this before. Nothing about her little act rattled me. I turned to the butler and told him to lock the gate. Then, I went to Rambo's cage. "Hey, buddy," I said, opening it up. "See those trespassers?" I pointed at the crowd. "I'm counting to three. If they're still here, don't let a single one get away."