Lirik Life Goes On

On my wedding night, Sean Boswell was with his first love when I suffered a miscarriage as my kidnappers tortured me. I begged endlessly for him to save me, only for him to laugh, "You were just demanding a divorce in the morning, and now you're faking a kidnapping so that I'd come back? Is that the only thing you can do?" Eventually, when I gave up and stopped clinging on being Mrs. Boswell, he chased me to the airport, pleading with a crack in his voice, "Just stay, Anna. Let's make things how it used to be."

After four years of marriage, James Lawson, who had never posted anything on social media, unexpectedly updated his status: "What an adorable little foodie!" The attached photo showed a young woman wearing pink cat ears, eating at a Korean BBQ restaurant. Her cheeks were flushed red from the spicy food as she stuck out her tongue. It was Sophie Jones, a new content creator at his company. Within a minute, our mutual friend commented: "Dude, you forgot to switch accounts!" Just like that, James's new post disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, only to show up moments later on Sophie's feed. Then James's name lit up my phone screen. In the past, I would have already taken screenshots and called him first to confront him. It would have inevitably ended in a heated argument. But this time, I calmly watched his call go to voicemail without answering.

I was a semi-retired actress, joining a divorce reality show with my billionaire husband. "I want a divorce." Facing the camera, I spoke calmly. Off-camera, Hector Sinclair frowned as he reviewed the scene with me. "You need to show more emotion when you say it. That’s what will get people talking, stir up discussion, and drive the views. "Otherwise, who’s going to believe you really want to divorce me? They’ll just think you’re acting again. “Use your head. I can’t guide you every step of the way." Yeah. To outsiders, I was nothing more than a pretty face—vain, shallow, and talentless. Meanwhile, he was a shrewd and cultured businessman, commanding a fortune worth billion. No one believed I would willingly give up the title of Mrs. Sinclair, not even Hector himself. However, he had no idea that this time, I meant it.

This story is about an angel who comes to earth and falls in love with a human. And struggle with his destiny.

On our wedding night, my wife demanded that I wear a blindfold. She said her body was meant only for her true love. The words hit me like a bucket of ice water, and I snapped, "Are you my wife or his?" She shot back even louder, defiance blazing in her eyes. "I married you. Does that mean I have to show you my body? Coercion is still coercion, even in marriage. My body is only for Matt to see because you simply don't deserve it." Later, she said she wanted to truly be my wife. I found myself thinking she wasn't worthy anymore.

In the second year of our marriage, which Brett Mason had secured through relentless means, he brought home his latest conquest—a stunning blonde. As the door swung shut, he ran his fingers through her silky hair, flashing me a smug, triumphant grin. "Wanna join us? You might learn a thing or two about not being such a dead fish." I could still recall how he once adored my hair, claiming that just stroking it would melt away his deepest worries. It turned out any woman could serve that purpose. In that instant, a profound sense of release washed over me. I retrieved the divorce agreement I'd stashed away in a drawer and handed it to him. "Sign it, and I'll make room for her." My days were numbered, and I had no intention of wasting what little time remained entangled in his resentment.

It's a short story. Pallavi Sharma, An undesirable child of her parents. Her life is full of ignorance and pain. Always dream for a happy family. But, Due to constant taunt and humiliation from her parents she decided to end her life. Raghav Malhotra, A 29 year old handsome guy. For whom his family is everything, specially his sister. He don't want to get married due to his insecurity that a girl will take him away from his parents. His family will break down. Two different personality with their own insecurities. What will happen when both of them will be introduced for Arrange Marrige?? Will they fit for each other?? Will they able to love each other??

Leo, the don of Italy's most notorious and dangerous Mafia cult, comes in contact with Clara, an innocent scholarship student in his school. Leo goes to school, in order to fulfill his mother's last wish before she died. Clara on the other hand, needed to become the best graduating student to gain another scholarship to study in the university. Their first meeting wasn't pleasant, as they had a misunderstanding and Clara did what nobody has ever done to him, not to talk of an ordinary girl like her. If only she knew his identity... He was furious, and would have killed her instantly but he didn't. Everyone who saw and heard the news, were all suprised by his action. It was the very first time he hesitated to kill anyone who provoked him WHY DID HE SPARE HER?

"Watch out for your expressions, Everhart. People might start thinking you've got a thing for me.""No one would assume I'm that desperate, Sterling."***After transferring as a scholarship student to the prestigious Elysium University, Lily Everhart is determined to pursue her dream of becoming a geneticist. However, her orderly life takes an unexpected turn when she meets Adrian Sterling, the charismatic campus bad boy, igniting a rivalry between them and disrupting Lily's plans for an uneventful academic year.Amidst the challenges of university life, she grapples with conflicting emotions about Adrian while also discovering that Elysium isn't what it seems.Can she finish her remaining years of college unharmed? Or will money and power prove to be everything that matters? Will Lily and Adrian overcome their differences, or will it push them further apart?Fragments of Elysium: Love on Campus is created by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

I'm in the middle of my pediatric shift when an emergency call comes in. A three-year-old boy arrives, hemorrhaging and unconscious from a car crash, but there is no matching blood type in the bank. Then, it hits me that my husband, Ethan Stone, has the same blood type, so I ask him to donate blood right away. When he arrives and stands frozen to the spot, I can no longer hold back my rage. "What are you waiting for? Saving his life is the priority here!" That's when the boy's mother sprints over and screams, "No! Close family can't donate! He's the boy's father!"