Mind Hunter

On Father's Day, I received a heartwarming gift. My one-year-old son called me Dad for the first time. But moments later, he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and died before we could reach the hospital. My wife was shattered, and I was devastated. The doctors couldn't identify the cause of his death. Three years later, my wife emerged from her grief, and we welcomed our second child. But the moment this child called me Dad, they, too, died instantly. To spare her further pain, I suggested adoption. Yet, even our adopted children met the same fate. Unable to bear the losses, my wife divorced me. Everyone said I was cursed, never meant to be a father. Defiant, I remarried and had another child, vowing never to let them call me Dad. For years, we adhered to this rule. But when our daughter turned four, she came home from preschool, eager to celebrate Father's Day. Holding a card, she read aloud, "Dad."

I opened my eyes to a dark, windowless room. Overhead, a voice crackled from the speakers. “Welcome to The Judgment Room. Each player will state the crime they committed. Do not lie. After all six of you speak, you will vote. The one with the most votes will be eliminated. “The game starts now.” In this deadly game, whose sins weighed the least?

When the heat wave hit, I was working at the National Weather Service and was the first to spot the climate irregularities. I warned my family to get ready ahead of time. My parents trusted me without question. They even proposed starting a "family survival fund." They told me to use the savings I'd built up since graduating to stock up on supplies, promising that they and my little sister would chip in every dollar they had too. If we were going to make it, we had to stick together as a family. I smiled. "Sure. I'll take care of the plans." That same night, I converted every penny into gold and locked it in a safe. I also went all out into building an apocalypse-proof bunker. When doomsday finally came, they showed up demanding the money we'd pooled together. "Hand over all the gold," they said coldly. "A deadweight like you is just wasting resources by staying alive." Smiling, I tossed them the safe with the gold inside, then sealed the bunker, locking them out completely. Laughing triumphantly, they opened the safe… and stared in shock at what they saw inside.

"Ternyata usia kamu sudah 30 tahun lebih?" kalimat menohok yang keluar dari mulut mertuaku itu, terdengar sarkas dan penuh intimidasi. "Ibu ingin mempunyai menantu yang usianya masih muda," Entah apa yang salah dengan usiaku. di malam pengantin ku ini, aku seperti wanita yang tak punya harga diri, mertuaku menolakku mentah-mentah hanya perkara umur. Bagaimana kelanjutan cerita penuh drama dari kisah Yumna bertahan di rumah tangga, yang penuh dengan konflik juga tekanan batin dari ibu mertuanya ?? Baca selengkapnya

“Kau milikku sekarang!” Ucap lelaki bermata biru langit itu. “Dan sekarang kau harus melayaniku sesuai dengan perjanjian kita!” Laura harus menelan pil pahit setelah Dave, kekasihnya menipu dan mempermalukan keluarganya di hari pernikahan mereka. Brian mengambil alih posisi Dave dan menikahi Laura tanpa banyak bicara. Ia menyelamatkan Laura dengan sebuah perjanjian kontrak. Harus menjadi istri Brian selama 3 tahun. Siapa sangka ternyata Brian adalah ketua mafia yang menguasai hampir separuh dari benua Eropa. Apa motivasi Brian memaksa Laura untuk menjadi istrinya dan apakah Laura akhirnya jatuh hati pada Brian?

I suspected my husband was a detached ascetic. Every night, he'd skip to the backyard, muttering prayers under the stars instead of sharing our bed. When I slipped into something slinky, he'd frown and clutch his prayer beads like a lifeline. Now I was done with the cold shoulder, slapping a divorce agreement in his hands. That was when his thoughts started leaking into my head. "She touched me. Her hands are like silk. I'm dying to kiss her. When is she gonna be okay with me being a snake? I just want to cuddle her." "A snake?" I thought. "Does that mean he's packing two things? I have to find out." I leered at his chiseled frame, practically drooling. Before divorcing, I needed to test his things and my limits. I tripped purposefully and fell onto his toned pecs, ready to test the waters. "Whoops!" I gasped, setting the stage.

The entire ward could hear the thoughts of the beautiful intern nurse, Sonya Row. When a patient kept vomiting nonstop, and I suggested increasing the pain medication, she stood nearby, sighing. [What should I do? Should I tell the family this painkiller can be addictive and really bad for the body? If they just wait a few more minutes, he'll recover on his own. There's no need to spend money at all.] The room fell silent in an instant. Everyone's gaze shifted toward me, and the family quietly refused my treatment plan. After that, I became the joke of the entire department. Every patient specifically asked not to be assigned to me. Later, while comforting a terminal stomach cancer patient, I followed her family's wishes and lied, saying it was just gastritis. Sonya complained about it in her thoughts. [The patient's practically dying already, but she's still saying she can be cured. It's obviously just to trick this old woman into draining her life savings on treatment.] That night, the old lady jumped off the building so she wouldn't burden her family. Her family thought I had revealed the truth and driven her to her death. They reported me directly to the hospital director, and I was stripped of my position as department head. Then, on a holiday weekend, the hospital admitted a pregnant woman with a suspected amniotic fluid embolism. To save her life, I had no choice but to remove her uterus. At that moment, Sonya's thoughts rang out again. [She doesn't have an amniotic fluid embolism at all. She was on her phone during surgery, which caused this. Now look what happened. This baby's a girl. This family wanted a son, and now they'll never get one.] The family attacked me on the spot, recorded it, and posted the video online to harass me. The desperate husband, obsessed with having a son, stabbed me to death to vent his rage. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Sonya first revealed her thoughts. This time, I could hear her thoughts, too.

Sa taong 2030, sa lungsod ng Maynila, magtatagpo ang dalawang taong galing sa magkaibang mundo. Elaine Santos—isang simpleng babae mula sa isang maralitang pamilya, determinadong gawin ang lahat para mailigtas ang kanyang kapatid na may malubhang karamdaman. Nang mawalan ng pag-asa at pagkakakitaan, mapipilitan siyang tanggapin ang isang alok na magbabago sa kanyang kapalaran. Aidan Velasquez—isang batang negosyante at bilyonaryong kilala sa kanyang lamig, determinasyon, at pusong sarado sa pagmamahal. Sa mata ng publiko, siya ay perpekto. Ngunit sa loob, siya'y wasak—binuo ng pagkabigo, at nilason ng isang nakaraang hindi niya matahimik. Ang kanilang landas ay magtatagpo sa pamamagitan ng isang kasunduan—isang isang-taong kasal kapalit ng tulong pinansyal para sa kapatid ni Elaine. Sa simula, malinaw ang mga hangganan: walang damdamin, walang komplikasyon, isang kontrata lang. Pero sa bawat araw ng pagiging "asawa" ni Aidan, mararamdaman ni Elaine ang paglamlam ng kanyang mga pader. Unti-unti, binubuksan niya ang pintuan ng kanyang puso—hindi lang kay Aidan kundi sa lahat ng taong nakapaligid dito. At si Aidan, sa kabila ng kanyang malamig na maskara, ay masusubok harapin ang katotohanan ng kanyang nakaraan—lalung-lalo na ang sakit na iniwan ni Selene Navarro, ang babaeng minsan niyang minahal. Habang tumatagal, mas lumalalim ang komplikasyon. Lilitaw ang mga lihim. Mabubunyag ang mga sugat. At masusubok ang tibay ng damdamin sa gitna ng mga kasinungalingan, takot, at responsibilidad. Sa huli, ang tanong: Ang pag-ibig ba ay kailangang ikontrata—o ito'y malayang nararamdaman sa tamang panahon?

On the seventh day after my daughter goes missing, I kidnap an entire kindergarten. I lock away all 27 students and two teachers in a classroom. I tell the police that if they can't find my daughter, I will kill a kid every 30 minutes. The principal falls to her knees, wailing and begging, "It's not my fault that your daughter is missing. Why should other children pay for it?" I glance at my watch. "29 minutes left. Find her." I know she's in this kindergarten.

Maya had been searching the busy streets of Hungary in hunt for jobs under the scorching sun. After so many turn downs. She finally gave up her dream of becoming an accountant. She was wandering the streets after the last turn down when she saw a billboard with a job ad. The job was totally different from what she wanted to do but she had to survive. By hunting down predators. They called it. 'What kind of predators? Dangerous ones?'. She thought. She frowned at the ad as she read the tiny inked letters, her mind was running faster than her brain. A pain jolted through her fragile body due to overstressing herself She shook her head then retraced into the crowd after taking note of the address. 'they won't make us do things that'd hurt us'. If only she knew that wishes don't come true.