Light Year In Km

I die in the basement after being burned by acid. My family doesn't recognize me, and they don't call the cops. My mother picks up the scalpel that hasn't been used in years and debones me. My father excitedly mixes my skeleton with concrete and turns me into an exquisite statue. My sister uses the sculpture she's made out of my flesh and portrays herself as a genius sculptor whom everyone admires. Later, the sculpture is shattered, revealing half a broken finger inside. That's when everyone panics.

My twin sister, wanting to be with her thug boyfriend, secretly planned to apply for a junior college. When I could not talk her out of it, I told our parents and managed to stop her. However, just a month into the new semester, her thug boyfriend cheated on her. She left a suicide note, blaming it all on the long distance between them. She wrote that if she had gone to that junior college, her boyfriend would never have cheated. Grief‑stricken, my parents turned all their rage on me. "You wretched girl, this is all your fault for meddling! What business was it of yours which school your sister went to? Even if she didn't go to college, we could still support her. We didn't need your big mouth!" "If it weren't for your spiteful tongue, your sister wouldn't be dead!" "We were cursed to have a vicious, unfilial daughter like you!" They locked me in her room, ordering me to repent. Then they took her ashes on a trip, saying they wanted her to see the beautiful mountains and rivers she never got to visit in life. A month later, they returned from their travels to find me long dead, starved to a withered husk in front of my sister's photo. Their eyes held no grief, no guilt, only a faint, scornful curl of the lips. In their eyes, my death was nothing more than justice served. My broken soul saw their icy expressions, and despairing tears burned my eyes. Then my sister's familiar voice rang out again: "What business is it of yours which school I go to? You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend, aren't you?"

Gilbert yang menjabat sebagai CEO atau pemilik perusahaan besar dan terkenal seperti Pradipta Group sudah berulang kali mengganti sekretaris, setiap sekretaris wanita yang bekerja padanya pasti akan menggodanya, itu bukan masalah besar karena ia pun suka melakukan hubungan intim dengan para wanita cantik dan seksi. Masalahnya adalah saat para wanita itu meminta hubungan yang lebih seperti pernikahan, ia tak berminat akan hal itu. Bahkan saat mencoba memakai sekretaris pria tetap saja ia digoda dan hal itu membuatnya jijik. Hingga seorang gadis lugu dan penurut bernama Namiya datang untuk melamar posisi sekretaris, wanita itu tak menggodanya, tak tersenyum padanya, bersikap dingin dan sangat profesional hingga ia meragukan pesonanya yang seketika luntur dan tak bisa mempengaruhi wanita itu. Namiya terpaksa bertahan jadi sekretaris Gilbert karena ia butuh pekerjaan ini jika tidak maka ia akan menampar bosnya ketika mulai mencoba menggodanya. "Menilaiku sama dengan wanita lain adalah kesalahanmu, bukan salahku. Aku tak perlu membuktikan jika aku berbeda, karena berlian tak pernah bicara dia berbeda dari batu sebab orang bodoh pun tahu akan hal itu."

Cole is sentenced to jail for a crime he didn't commit, in there he learns weakness cannot be an option. he meets Aaron, what starts as a lust-hate relationship between both men gradually takes another form with time.

(Series 2, Seven Families) Si Candice ay isang bagong guro sa orphanage, ngunit hindi niya inaasahan na magbabago ang takbo ng kanyang buhay when she witnesses a crime, a kidnapping na dahilan na mapunta siya sa Police station upang maging witnessed. But an unexpected twist happened, hindi niya inaasahan na magiging girlfriend siya ni Kaizer Monravon, in a fake relationship. Hindi alam ni Candice na isa sa heir ng seven Families si Kaizer, seven powerful mafia families, sworn enemies of her own father. Desperate for a taste of freedom away from her father's control, Candia assumes a false identity as Candice Lopez. Habang tumatagal ang fake relationship niya at ni Candice, hindi niya inaasahan na ang matigas at walang nararamdaman niyang puso ay unti-unting nagkakaroon ng nararamdaman kay Kaizer, hanggang tuluyan siyang mahulog dito. Alam niyang may mahal na iba ang lalaki. At hindi siya nito mamahalin, lalo na kapag malalaman nito ang katotohanan kung sino siya. Candia Ice Salvistri, the ruthless cold assasin, as everyone had known her in the black underground. Mamahalin ba siya ni Kaizer kung malalaman ang totoo kung sino siya?

Shah Zain was holding her with one hand while opening his shirt button with the other hand. Meanwhile, he didn't let Minal separate from him for a moment. "Shah Zain please, it's not right time, it's too early." She was trying hard to control her unsteady condition, but who was listening to her? "Nothing is early Minal.... and today you can't stop me..... because today you himself come close to me." He picks her up in his arms and lays her on the bed. He bends on Minal while saying that. Feeling his lips on her neck, Minal feels like losing herself. "Shah Zain please....." For the last time, she tried to free herself from his hold. But Shah Zain again stops her from uttering anything. He just wants to feel Minal's closeness with himself. He wants to say how much he loves her.

What would you do if you stumbled upon a bride crying her eyes out minutes before the wedding, begging you to help her escape? You help her, of course. What would you do if you stumbled upon a drunken guy being mugged in the dark alley later that night? You help him too, of course. What would you do when you discover he was the same guy left hanging at the altar earlier that day? You regret everything, of course. What would you do when you start seeing that same guy everywhere you go? You fall in love, of course.

Constant head splitting headaches, random joint pains,. dizziness and lightheadedness. it was symptoms I know just too well. The blue rose illness. The vile disease that robbed me of my mother. And now I think it's coming for my life too. My name is Ivy and I have the blue rose illness. Funny right? I can't believe I have less than thirty days to live. ************ Prince Emiliano "You are sick? Since when?" "I am sorry." "Keep that for later—I will never give you the permission to leave me. You can never leave me. Do you understand Ivy? Don't you dare."

A king with a secret. A lover he can only touch in darkness. Fourteen days to confess or watch the kingdom burn. Daemon Ashford has ruled Valdris for five years as the Winter King cold, untouchable, a perfect monument to duty. But behind locked doors, he’s someone else entirely. Someone who kneels. Someone who surrenders. Someone who loves Cassian Vale with the kind of desperation that could topple empires. For ten years, they’ve hidden. For ten years, they’ve been careful. But careful isn’t careful enough.

I’ve always felt like Travis Chancer was forced to marry me. Every time we were intimate at night, he’d rather use his hand to get me off than actually have sex with me. I got more and more disappointed and decided to divorce him. But the night before I printed the papers, I heard him on the balcony talking to his buddies. “Bro, I’m not trying to be nosy, but you’re obviously dying for it. Why won’t you touch her? The perfect woman is right there. It must feel amazing.” “Women can’t stand being ignored. If you keep bottling it up, she’ll eventually run off with another man, and you’ll regret it.” He took a quiet sip of whiskey. “But her skin is so delicate, and her waist is so slim… she’s so sensitive. What if I lose control and scare her? “She’s my woman. I have to be careful. If she wants to find comfort elsewhere, she can. As long as she’s still willing to come home, I’ll keep spoiling her.” They snorted. “Don’t act like a saint, man. If you’ve got the guts, stop secretly posting on Reddit.” Late that night, I quietly opened Travis’s browser history. A full hundred entries. The pinned post read: “I finally married the girl I’ve loved for years, but I have a very high sex drive. How can I make her enjoy it without leaving psychological scars?”…