Life Changer Novel

Akibat keluarganya yang terus memaksa untuk segera menikah Shella akhirnya mengikuti program situs kencan buta yang telah di rekomendasikan oleh temannya. Akan tetapi Shella justru tertarik dengan pria lain yang berada di restoran daripada ketiga pria kecan buta nya. Akhirnya setelah Shella membenarkan diri untuk mengundi keberuntungan dengan pria itu Shella justru ditolak secara mentah-mentah. Karena rasa malu Shella memutuskan untuk pulang kerumahnya. Sesaat setelah tiba diparkiran Shella tidak sengaja mendengar suara ricuh sepasang kekasih menggema. Akibat rasa penasarannya Shella memutuskan untuk mendekat mencaritahu apa yang sedang terjadi pada pasangan kekasih itu. Namun jika saja Shella tahu apa yang akan terjadi akibat perbuatannya tersebut mengantarkannya pada sebuah ikatan berbahaya Shella tidak akan melakukannya. Bagaimana nasib Shella selanjutnya? Apakah Shella akan terkena sebuah musibah atau justru keberuntungan? Ikuti kisah lengkapnya di sini. Tinggalkan kritik dan saran jika cerita ini memiliki kekurangan di bagian pengetikan ataupun hal lainnya. Terimakasih...

To ransom my husband from the black market, I threw myself into relentless work, earning every penny I could. My son suffered alongside me, sharing in my exhaustion and deprivation. Years of malnutrition had left him vulnerable, and eventually, he was diagnosed with leukemia. I wept as I scraped together money from relatives and friends to pay for his chemotherapy. But on the way to the hospital, a sudden, unbearable pain wracked him. In his struggle, he accidentally bit off his own tongue and died in agony before we even reached the doors. I clutched my son's ashes and went straight to the black market, determined to use the borrowed money to bring my husband back. The moment I stepped in, I overheard a conversation between Joe Masseria and his men. "Boss, Sandra comes every month with her payments. She's suffered a lot just to ransom you," one said. At that moment, a widow—Joe's sister-in-law, long mourning her late husband—appeared beside him. "Joe," she said, her voice calm but cutting, "all these years, you've protected me from harm, even giving me the title of a mob boss's wife. But you've kept Sandra in the dark the whole time. Isn't that… terribly unfair to her?" Joe's eyes were cold, devoid of any pity for me. He scoffed. "Fairness is ruthless. She's had all this love from me. What's a little suffering compared to that? "But she's waited for me all these years. It's time I returned—before she loses her mind and comes after you. "If she's still sensible, I'll make sure her and her son's quality of life improves a bit." I understood everything in that instant. Holding my son's ashes to my chest, I wept until it felt as if my heart would shatter. Joe—your so-called fairness killed my son. And I am done waiting for you.

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.”

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.

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."

My mate, Charles, commander of the fire brigade, left me alone in the den with our unborn pup after I refused his request to bring his first love, Lisa, and her pup into our home so he could take care of them. Five days later, Charles reached out—claiming he wanted to ease the tension between us. He asked me to deliver the herbs that help with his insomnia to the fire brigade. On the way there, I was in an accident. I mind-linked him, begging for help, but to my shock, he refused. I believed he was training the new werewolf firemen—but the truth? He was in the infirmary, not for duty, but with Lisa and her pup. After losing my pup, I walked away—shattered, betrayed, and done.

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."

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?

The story is full of intensity . it's all about forced marriage, lies , blood , betrayal, revenge , rivalry, gunshots,death and love

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.