Most Common Zodiac Sign

I was madly in love with James Gates for 10 years. So mad that everyone in the Imperium said that I was addicted to him. How far did it go? I wouldn't allow any woman to get close to him. I wanted to eliminate every woman around him. In the end, James sent me to rehab. While others quit smoking, drinking, or gaming, I was quitting James. But later, I truly moved on from him. Yet, he regretted it and, in the pouring rain, begged me to love him again.

My childhood sweetheart and I are about to exchange rings at our wedding ceremony. Just then, a young woman charges into his arms and says pitifully, "Don't abandon me." My childhood sweetheart brought her home when he was in high school after chancing upon her by the roadside. Everyone knows how doting he is toward her. When she charges into his arms, she "accidentally" shoves me aside. I lose my balance and fall off the stage, knocking my head on the steps. I end up in a coma. When I wake up again, I'm taken back to the day my childhood sweetheart meets the young woman.

The newly wedded Mrs. Noah has a mission. It is okay to say she married her husband because she needs a ladder to his cute celebrity nephew-Cyrus. Getting married to Mr. Noah, crystal the curvy and hot bride get a step closer to being with her all time crush- her husband’s twenty-one years old nephew.

I sat at the table, watching the food grow cold, much like my heart. Today was my birthday. It was also Leslie Buck's birthday—Katherine White's childhood sweetheart. I unlocked my phone and opened Leslie's social media page. As expected, a new post awaited me. "Grateful to have you by my side for every birthday. Let's keep our promise to celebrate every one of them together in the future!" The photo showed two hands forming a heart in front of a cake. One of them was Katherine's. I could tell from the bracelet she wore. It was the one I had given her. I gave the post a like, then set my phone aside. Without hesitation, I dumped the dishes Katherine liked into the trash and went out to a restaurant to order the food I liked, celebrating my birthday alone. From now on, I would make sure to enjoy every birthday of mine.

I was the sole front desk clerk at a haunted hotel. Welcoming players, checking in on the bosses’ quarters, and slacking off a bit were all part of the job. At least, that was what I thought. It turned out my days were far from ordinary. A blood-drenched little girl in a tattered red dress kept ringing the service bell. Her eerie voice echoed, “Miss, why didn’t you come play with me?” A creepy black cat with glowing eyes wouldn’t stop meowing and rubbing against my legs. And then there was the old woman with claws like knives, cheerfully knitting me a sweater… out of players’ skin. One day, I took a day off to care for my sick mother. That was my biggest mistake. The entire game instance erupted in chaos. Bosses interrogated players, demanding to know where their precious front desk clerk had gone. “Did she abandon us? Is she never coming back?” I ran. They chased. But no matter how fast I fled, their grip on me only tightened. In the end, escape wasn’t an option.

When my son was born, I noticed a small, round birthmark on his arm. But the weird thing? By the time I opened my eyes again after giving birth, it was gone. I figured maybe I'd imagined it. That is, until the baby shower. My brother-in-law's son, born the same day as mine, had the exact same birthmark. Clear as day. That's when it hit me. I didn't say a word, though. Not then. I waited. Eighteen years later, at my son's college acceptance party, my brother-in-law stood up and dropped the truth bomb: the "amazing" kid I'd raised was theirs. I just smiled and invited him and his wife to take their "rightful" seats at the table.

My grandmother only knows how to draw one thing—infants. They're ugly, but people line up to buy the paintings. I watch as she takes those women into unlit rooms. Then, their bloodcurdling screams will ring out. Oddly enough, they always thank my grandmother when they're leaving. One day, I finally find out what exactly my grandmother paints. I discover the truth when I see an infant crawl out of one of the women's bellies—it looks just like the one my grandmother has painted.

Lantaran permasalahan warisan, Elsie Aalona, seorang pewaris perusahaanbesar, harus mencari seorang suami untuk dirinya. Alih-alih, pria idaman yang diinginkannya, Elsie menginginkan pria miskin, bodoh, dan jelek sebagai standar pria yang akan dinikahinya. Intinya, ia hanya menginginkan seorang pria yang dapat menyandang status sebagai suaminya, tanpa bisa ia cintai. Namun dapatkah dia menemukan orang semacam itu? Jika dia menemukannya, apakah dia akan sanggup untuk tidak mencintainya selamanya?

WARNING! 21++ Banyak mengandung konten dewasa. So, bijaklah dalam memilih bacaan. Ambil pesan positifnya, dan tinggalkan pesan negatifnya. Judul : Stupid Love With Crzy Bad boy Genre : Romantis Dewasa Kehidupan masa remaja Tsabitha Fadhilla Karimah berjalan dengan sewajarnya seperti remaja normal. Namun, kepindahannya ke sekolah baru membuat kehidupan remajanya berubah. Remaja 18 tahun yang saat ini berada di semester terakhir kelas 12 itu harus berurusan dengan si most wanted di sekolah barunya, yang juga merupakan pewaris tunggal perusahaan nomor satu di kota Surabaya. Lantas, bagaimana kah Fadhilla menghadapi kegilaan Abimanyu Dika Daryatma? Jika cowok pemaksa itu tidak pernah berhenti berbuat gila dengan dirinya? Keep stay tune with my story. Dan bijaklah dalam membaca.

Kebanyakan cewek pasti akan menyukai cowok yang pintar, tampan, dan baik. Namun hal itu tidak berlaku bagi Rallin Natsha. Gadis cantik yang mendapat julukan most wanted di sekolahnya itu malah tergila-gila dengan seorang siswa urakan bernama Nadiv Dirgantara. Namun Nadiv sama sekali tidak menghiraukan pengejaran most wanted itu. Akankah Rallin terus berjuang atau akhirnya ia menyerah?