Logging 10000 Years In The Future Novel

Wounded Butterfly Series I "Letting go of someone you love is not a sign of being weak, it is really a sign of being brave enough of letting someone be free even if it means of breaking you." - Samantha. Mara Samantha Montesor Gilmore is a strong woman with a good heart. She'll definitely take the pain of being an unwanted wife than letting the man she loves be deceit by someone else. She would rather hurt herself for the sake of him, that's how selfless she is -- she even made a promise to herself that she will never leave him, that she will always stay even if it hurts like hell. But how could she keep her promise and just stay by his side when there's this one reason for her to run away and leave him?

I had been in love with Anton Stark for fifteen years, and it was always sweet until another woman appeared. He began to act distant and used every trick to force me into a divorce. I clung to him desperately, even though I was battered and bruised, hoping he would change his mind. But eventually, I woke up. Some relationships should come to an end.

The day I inherited Grandpa's "Peacemaker," I received a call from myself, ten years in the future. "Sienna, don't give that gun to Lorenzo." I obeyed without question. That night, forced to use his faulty Glock, Lorenzo was beaten into a vegetative state during a duel. Guilt nearly broke me, but my parents nursed me back to health. Or so I thought. "You idiot," my future self sneered. "It was a lie to get you on the operating table. They want your heart for your brother!" Finding a transplant agreement in my father's study, I publicly severed ties with the Morettis. Only later, after Lorenzo died from rejection, did I learn they just needed my rare blood, not my heart. I wanted to return and atone, but the phone rang again. "Your parents will kill you for honor. Don't go back." I waited. But instead of assassins, news arrived: the Morettis had been slaughtered by rivals. I bolted for home, only to be mowed down by a black sedan. As I died, I couldn't understand why my future self had orchestrated my end. Then I opened my eyes. I was back at the ceremony.

As I was cleaning up the house, I noticed something had fallen out of the cabinet my wife always kept locked tight. I remembered Megan's constant warnings. "That cabinet holds all our family's important records. If anything gets lost, there's no getting it back. Just leave it alone and don't touch it." Worried something valuable might have fallen out, I rushed to pick it up. But what I found was a thick stack of remittance slips. From forty years ago to now, every month, my wife had been sending money to the same account. And that's when it hit me. My wife had been lying to me. The money I'd been pouring into this family had been flowing right out, into the hands of someone else.

My husband threw me into the crocodile pit to help his childhood sweetheart, who was a KOL, gain popularity. To make the live stream more realistic, he personally tossed bait at me. “Have you not eaten? My grandma can run faster than you!” He watched as I bled from my abdomen, believing I was just pretending to be pitiful. When I asked for a divorce, he kicked me to the ground. “Since you love pretending to be pitiful to ask for a divorce, why didn’t you just let the crocodile kill you?” I handed him a medical report. “My child died because of you. Does this count as pretending to be pitiful?”

Jelek, culun, ratu jerawat, dan masih banyak panggilan buruk lainnya yang disematkan pada Alana di sekolah. Kehidupan sekolahnya memang seperti itu, hanya dicari ketika ulangan dan ujian tiba. Seolah tugasnya hanya untuk memberi anak-anak dikelasnya contekan. Situasi di rumah pun tak jauh berbeda. Ayah dan ibu yang selalu bertengkar ketika bertemu, membuat Alana lelah akan semua itu. Di suatu hari ketika dia benar-benar lelah dan kabur ke sebuah toko antik, dia menemukan sebuah buku fanfiction. Nama salah satu tokoh itu mirip seperti namanya, namun yang membedakan adalah Alana yang ada di dalam novel cantik dan pemberani, tak seperti dirinya. Di saat perjalanan pulang, tanpa diduga-duga saat pulang dia ditabrak oleh sebuah truk. Dan ketika bangun, wajah tampan seorang aktor papan atas berada tepat di depan wajahnya. "Alana? Kau kenapa? Aku ini kan kakakmu?" Alana masuk ke dalam novel itu!

Alexis Wilson, a former businesswoman who died with her brother in an assassination. She later reborn as a waste and powerless lady of Anwar family. Though she was not liked by her father, her five brothers still doted on her. She was a fat, so what? She could lose her weight and became beautiful as fairy. She was a waste, so what? Wait for her to show her magic and her cute soul protector. Not only that a handsome young master wanted her to be his sister, there's an angel like dude who claim to be her grandchild from the future! In this journey to be a powerful mage, join with Alexis to see what is her chance to change her future. The cover picture belong to its creator. If the creator wants me to remove it contract me.

Zafrael Shah | Alina Sumayyah Psiko Kehidupan aku dikelilingi kebencian. aku benci kebencian. Tapi dia muncul membawa kebahagian namun itu semua hanya seketika tatkala sisi gelapnya terbongkar saat itu aku tahu, aku benci dia! "Lepaskan aku, Zafrael. Kau dan aku berbeza. Kau dunia kau dan aku dunia aku!" - Alina Sumayyah "No way! Kau dah buat aku suka kan kau lepastu kau nak pergi macam tu je? Jangan harap!" - Zafrael Shah Aku benci dia! ____ ( highschool story ) hasyaqurratu 2021 matured content

At my best friend's wedding, a girl lunged forward and caught the bouquet—only for it to slip from her hands and land squarely in my arms. My best friend, Lauren Walker, beamed at me. "Madison, looks like you're the next bride." The guests exchanged knowing glances and turned toward my boyfriend of eight years—Mason Ryder, the CEO of the Ryder Group. But he calmly plucked the bouquet from my hands and casually passed it to the girl standing beside me—his secretary, Natalie Carter. "She caught it first." He ruffled my hair, his voice gentle. "Be good. Give it back to Natalie for now. We'll wait for the next time." The spotlight—and the guests' attention—shifted with the bouquet, settling on Natalie. I looked at her startled yet shy expression, then rested a hand on my stomach and forced a bitter smile. Mason didn't know there wouldn't be a next time. Our eight-year promise had already come to an end, and we still hadn't taken the step into marriage. And I had already promised my parents, who were royalty, that next week, I would leave and return to Montelvia to inherit the family legacy.

The nights in Vicente were a coexistence of order and gunfire. Tonight was the wedding, ten years overdue, between Anthony Oliver, the don of the Oliver mafia family, and Mabel Samson, the woman who had stood beside him through bloodshed, betrayals, and underworld wars. A top-tier luxury hotel had been cleared by the family's soldati. Below them glittered a sea of city lights; above them bloomed fireworks commissioned for the future Donna alone. The man known for his ruthlessness knelt on one knee with a rare diamond ring, his eyes filled with rare tenderness. "Mabel," he said, "you walked through hell at my side. Let me give you peace for the rest of your life." It seemed that all the sacrifices and patience had finally led somewhere. However, just as Mabel's fingers were about to touch the ring, a piercing scream came from above. "Don't! Anthony! Save me!" That single cry drew all of Anthony's attention away. The girl was not unfamiliar to Mabel. Two years earlier, Anthony's twin brother had been tortured to death by a rival mafia family while covering his retreat. His body was never recovered. And Cheryl Reyes was the fiancée he had protected with his life. Mabel watched as the man she loved abandoned everything without hesitation and ran toward another woman. She stepped forward and tried to stop him. "Don't go. The wedding isn't over." However, when their eyes met, the Don accused her coldly of being heartless and selfish. And in that moment, Mabel felt tired. Perhaps it was time, just once, to choose herself over the Family.