Love That Never Dies Lyrics

Serakah.. Itulah sifat manusia kebanyakan yang tak pernah puas dengan apa yang dimilikinya hingga ketika mereka menemukan cara salah agar mampu meraih kesuksesannya dalam memenuhi standar hidup dan pada akhirnya semua menjadi malapetaka. Tidak pernah cukup meskipun ada bintang dan bulan di dalam genggaman yang telah berhasil dicuri. Setidaknya manusia seperti itulah yang memberikan pelajaran bagi manusia lainnya untuk terus hidup dengan cara yang seharusnya, Bekerja keras dan membuahkan hasil. Sekarang Devan mengerti mengapa Iva tidak begitu menyukainya, sosoknya mengingatkan pada Vania dan terpenuhilah kebelengguan iri padanya. Iva... Kejadian ini telak memukul harga dirinya ke paling dasar dimana ia akhirnya tahu kenapa tidak perlu repot-repot berusaha terlihat baik di depan mendiang mertuanya. Yudhi memilih jalan seperti ini pada akhirnya, memfokuskan pada kedua anaknya dan masih mencoba untuk memberi semangat pada istrinya. Ya. Semuanya berlalu dan Yasmine sudah menyelesaikannya berkat Hana, satu-satunya orang yang ia percaya. Bukan berarti, keluarganya sendiri adalah pengkhianat. Yasmine teramat dalam mencintai keluarganya dan tidak ingin menambah banyak beban disela kesibukan mereka. Sekarang tak perlu mengkhawatirkan apapun, semuanya sudah selesai dan keluarga Adiwijaya mulai memfokuskan diri mereka mengurus wasiat ini. Begitupun dengan Hana, tugasnya sudah selesai dan membayar balas budi pada Vania. Ia harus kembali ke tempatnya. Dan Devan? Ia tidak siap dan tidak akan pernah siap tentang kepergian Hana. 4 tahun sudah waktu yang cukup lama memberinya pengaruh akan keberadaan gadis itu. Ketulusannya pada keluarga Adiwijaya sudah cukup membuktikan bahwa Devan menginginkan Hana seperti Yasmine -mendiang eyangnya. Dan 4 tahun bukan waktu yang cukup dan tidak akan pernah cukup akan kebersamaan mereka. Devan ingin Hana tetap berada di Indonesia, dalam jangkauannya dan berjalan beriringan. Bagaimana Devan bisa menahan Hana untuk tetap tinggal?

人類の故郷、地球、「マザーエルサレム」その誕生から長い年月が過ぎ人類はどれだけの時間がたったのか誰も知る者はいなかった。 　人の人生は100年が基本と言われるようになり80歳が還暦となっていた。そして還暦を過ぎたものは脳に電脳世界につなげ仮想世界にダイブすることで、新たな人生を始めるものも多かった。しかし、ダイブすれば脳は焼き切れ二度と現実には戻っては来れない。50歳を過ぎた阿久津理人(あくつりひと)は肺にガンを患い、余命3か月を言い渡されていた。 　 　終末医療プログラムとして脳に電脳世界につなげ、仮想世界にダイブする行為として認められていたため彼はそのプログラムを受ける事で新しい人生を始めようとした

After years of heartbreak and loneliness, Amara has convinced herself that love is not meant for her. Growing up surrounded by loss and disappointment, she builds walls around her heart and focuses only on surviving each day. When she moves to a new city hoping to start over, fate leads her to Daniel, a quiet but kind man who sees through the pain she tries so hard to hide. Their connection begins as friendship, but slowly Daniel shows Amara something she has never truly felt before—a love that is patient, genuine, and healing. But the past refuses to stay buried. Old wounds, secrets, and fear threaten to pull them apart. Amara must decide whether to keep running from love or finally believe that she deserves it. As their lives intertwine, she begins to understand a powerful truth: sometimes love arrives when you least expect it—and when it does, it reminds you that no matter how broken you feel, you are never truly alone.

I was reborn the year the Blood Moon War began. The first thing I did? I sacrificed my child. The child of my blood-bonded mate, Lord Lucius of the Covenant. In my last life, he chose to protect his childhood sweetheart, Lilith, when she slept with a werewolf. He stole my pureblood heir and replaced it with her half-breed mongrel. They branded me a traitor. In a sun-scorched dungeon, they burned my scarred body to ash with holy light. And my own son, his mind poisoned by Lilith, stood on my ashes and cursed me to Hell for all eternity. When I opened my eyes again, the blood ritual for my heir was already three months along. I didn't hesitate. I went straight to a witch, and with a potion brewed from my own heart's blood, I ended it. Then, I put on something else: an expensive amulet of Blood Illusion. It faked the energy of a pureblood fetus. It masked my true state, cloaking me in the sweet, alluring scent of a pregnant vampire. It even created a perfect illusion of a growing belly. Lucius needed an heir to cover for Lilith’s crime. Fine. I’d play along. This time, I had no weaknesses.

One week before our wedding, my fiancé, my father’s own consigliere, sold him out.He set him up for a FBI raid. My father died in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, and the once-great Moretti family collapsed overnight. In my darkest hour, Dominic, the Don of the New York Luciani family, showed up with a crew of mercenaries. He didn't just take care of the rat; he gave me total protection. He obsessed over me for three years, even tattooing my name over his heart. I fell for it. I believed he loved me. I let my guard down and stayed by his side, serving as the lead perfumer for the coldest man in the city. Until today. Outside the wine cellar, I overheard him talking to his rival. "Old man Moretti died never knowing who had leaked his location," Dominic said. "But imagine if that stupid woman, Elena, found out," the rival mocked. "If she knew the man who killed her father was the same husband kissing her forehead every night... would she lose her mind?" My hand froze on the cellar door. The rival’s laughter came through the cracks: "You’re cold-blooded, Dominic! Elena thinks you’re her savior. She even wants to give you an heir. She’d never dream the raid that destroyed her life was actually your offering to Sienna."

When my son asked me about his father while crying once again, I pointed at the television. Samuel Shaw, who had just made it into the top three of the wealth rankings, was being interviewed. He said he had achieved fame and success, and the person he hated most was his childhood sweetheart and ex-wife. “She abandoned me when I was gravely ill, all for the sake of money. But it was that very betrayal that pushed me to rise from the ashes in my darkest hour.” The reporters grew excited and suggested contacting me on the spot. "She must be filled with regret, begging Mr. Shaw to take her back!" My phone rang right then. I answered and immediately asked for money. "Samuel, my son is sick. Could you lend me sixty thousand dollars?" He abruptly hung up the phone and said with a cold laugh, "Knowing she's living so miserably gives me peace of mind." Looking at the kidney failure report in my hand, I silently wept. Six years ago, I secretly donated one of my kidneys to Samuel. Now, his son was suffering from the same disease and didn't have much time left.

I had been married to Matthew Zackman for 20 years, taken care of my bedridden mother-in-law for ten years, and supported him as he transformed from a rural teacher to a well-known professor. Everyone called me a model of a virtuous wife and a great contributor to the Zackman family. When my mother-in-law was on her deathbed, she held my hand and said that she still wanted me to be her daughter-in-law in her next life. Matthew had held me in his arms and said gratefully, "Jamie, you've worked so hard all these years. I'll make it up to you in the future." I thought the hard times were finally over, but my mother-in-law had just passed away when he handed me a divorce agreement and embraced my best friend, who had grown up with me. He said, "Jamie Lingsworth, I've endured this marriage for 20 years and am finally free. Rosie is the one I've loved all along." I left the marriage empty-handed and was forced to wander the streets until a car accident ended my life. When I reopened my eyes, I had returned to the day of my blind date 20 years ago. The matchmaker was enthusiastically praising Matthew, "This young man is a diamond in the rough! He's kind and filial. Whoever marries him is one lucky woman!" I looked at the polite and sincere-looking man across from me and smiled. Then, I threw the matchmaking document in my hand into the trash can. "Sorry, I don't think we're a good match."

Casanova, bad boy, innovator, heartless man, perfectionist... Aryan Kapoor was called many things. Success followed him and girls chased him, thanks to the heady mix of his brilliant mind, devilish charm and hunky body. Love, commitment and happily ever after... These were not meant for him. He learnt this bitter truth seven years ago from Chandni, his supposed soulmate. He felt nothing but hatred towards Chandni now. He has moved on. Then why is he still haunted by the romantic moments and passionate nights he shared with Chandni? And why has she come back to ruin his life again, after seven years? That too as the Co Owner and CEO of the company that he successfully built with his hard work and innovation. As they stood facing each other, it was hard to define the feelings on Aryan and Chandni's faces. Hatred? Loathing? A Sense of Betrayal? Or was there somewhere a suppressed feeling of a love that lasted... Despite everything.

My uncle’s rival, Emmett Meyer, saved me twice. The first time, I was drowning after a shipwreck—until he cut through the waves on a speedboat and dragged me ashore. The second time was after someone had slipped drugs into my drink. That night, I seduced him, a hardened man ten years my senior. In the dim glow of a private room, he guided my hand downward and growled, “I want you so bad, Babe.” He took me ruthlessly, ignoring my sobs and pleas. From then on, Emmett—the untamable “Prince of Silverbridge”—abandoned his reckless ways and devoted himself to me. Or so I believed. Then one day, he coaxed me into his Rolls-Royce and captured our tryst on camera. I flushed with embarrassment and secret delight. Later, as I hurried after him to return some documents he had left behind, I heard the sneers whispered in the hallway: “You’re so wild, Emmett. Everyone heard your girl moaning.” “Damn, the car rocked so hard I thought you’d break it.” “Hey, if Franklin Reed ever finds out that his precious niece has been your plaything for three years… think he’ll have a heart attack?”

She married him knowing one thing clearly: love was never part of the agreement. Their marriage was built on terms, not promises. A shared home. A shared bed. A public image to maintain. Nothing more. He was distant, controlled, and never cruel — but never warm either. To him, she was a wife in name, a solution to a problem, a role that needed to be filled. What neither of them expected was how silence could become dangerous. How intimacy without love could still leave marks. How wanting someone could come long before admitting it. As the line between obligation and desire begins to blur, she must decide how long she can stay where she isn’t truly chosen — and he must face the truth he never planned for. Because sometimes, the most dangerous thing isn’t loving someone too much… It’s realizing you never meant to love them at all.