Naruto Shippuden Jiraiya Vs Pain

Mereka saudara kembar selalu kompak di mana saja sampai akhirnya ketika  dewasa dan menemukan pendamping sesuai kriteria mereka masing-masing, disitulah untuk pertama kalinya mereka menjadi bumi dan langit. Suratman bekerja sebagai konsultan sebuah bank swasta terkemuka dan beristrikan seorang wanita penggila kerja  sebagai sekretaris sebuah hotel berbintang lima.   Sedangkan Suratmin hanya seorang cleaning servis di rumah makan dan beristrikan seorang Ibu Rumah Tangga saja. Dalam hal mendidik anak pun mereka berbeda, sehingga suatu hari anaknya pun yang menjadi korban. Apa yang terjadi dengan mereka?    

Ramona terpaksa menyegel Demona menggunakan kepingan dari hatinya agar sihir hitam musnah. Namun, seratus tahun kemudian, seorang gadis penyihir bernama Lyxia, jatuh cinta kepada seorang manusia dan mulai menarik perhatian manusia itu dengan tariannya. Karena larangan bahwa penyihir tidak boleh mencintai manusia, Lyxia mulai memiliki ambisi yang jahat, yakni ingin mengontrol dua dunia di bawah tangannya. Keinginannya ini membuat aura gelap dalam hatinya semakin membesar, membuat segel yang mengurung Demona selama ini hancur. Demona lalu mulai mengambil tubuh milik Lyxia dan kembali mencari korban untuk memperkuat ilmu sihir hitamnya agar bisa menguasai kedua dunia. Namun, karena merasa bersalah, Lyxia lalu meminta untuk dilahirkan kembali agar bisa melawan Demona, namun, setelah ia terlahir kembali sebagai Ixy, ia justru tidak ingat tujuan awalnya. Demona tahu Lyxia bahwa sudah terlahir kembali, sehingga ia mulai mengacaukan hidup Ixy dengan bantuan Krahe, putri angkatnya. Mampukah Ixy mengalahkan Demona dengan tariannya dan menjadikan Hideki sebagai cinta sejatinya?

主人公、アンジェリカ＝シアースミス侯爵令嬢はクリフトン＝マクファイル侯爵令息と婚約。 ところで、アンジェリカには義妹が…自分のものを悉く盗っていく義妹。クリフトン様も奪われるのでは…。なんて不安もありました。 嫌なことというのは当たるもので、義妹のヘレナとクリフトン様が婚約することに私とは婚約破棄。 私が継ぐはずだったのに、クリフトン様が家を継ぐことになり、私は最悪家からも追い出されることとなりました。

As you know, angels are at the head of the good mortal world, and demons rule the ball in hell. But the angels are not as kind as the people of the church have always made them out to be. The human race is not so important to them. And now, in their wars for our souls, they have completely forgotten about us. But people like me don't consider themselves to be ordinary people. We live twice, and sometimes three times more than ordinary people are allowed to live. Our society is called the priests of Ultima. That's all we want to tell about our world...

Lors du banquet de noces, Clément Duchamp est arrivé en retard, vêtu du costume du témoin, tenant son premier amour par le bras, tandis qu'il avait jeté avec désinvolture le costume du marié sur le canapé. « Clément, ce n'est pas notre mariage aujourd'hui… » « Jade Bernard ! » Clément m'a interrompue sèchement, les yeux pleins de menace. « Tu sais ce que tu peux dire ou non. Sois digne, ne me pousse pas à te détester. » J'ai esquissé un rire amer. L'ex de Clément avait perdu la mémoire, tout le monde jouait avec elle à un jeu de souvenirs retrouvés, alors personne ne devait la heurter. Pour m'apaiser, Clément m'a prise dans ses bras et m'a murmuré à l'oreille : « Jade, tu peux me comprendre, n'est-ce pas ? » J'ai hoché la tête pour lui montrer que je comprenais, puis je me suis tournée pour prendre la main du vrai témoin et entrer avec lui dans le sanctuaire du mariage. Plus tard, alors que je faisais des achats enceinte au centre commercial, il m'a arrêtée, les yeux pleins de larmes : « Jade, on jouait un rôle, non ? Comment as-tu pu tomber enceinte ? »

Madeline Crawford has loved Jeremy Whitman for twelve years, but ultimately it was him who sent her to prison. In between her suffering and pain, she had to witness her man fall in love with another woman…Five years later, she has returned with renewed strength, no longer the same woman he belittled years ago!With this newfound strength, she will tear apart those who pretend to be pure and step on the scums of this earth. However, just as she is about to have her revenge with the man who wronged her… He suddenly turns from a cold, unfeeling psychopath, to a caring, warm and loving man!In fact, he even kisses her feet in front of a crowd, all while promising her, “Madeline, I was wrong to love another. From now on, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you.” To which Madeline replies, “I’ll only forgive you if you....die.”

(A Nigerian-themed Romance) The mysterious and sudden death of her parents at age six puts Amarachi, a young Nigerian girl, at the mercy of her uncle and his cruel wife Lydia, who will stop at nothing to make Amarachi's life miserable as a result of a personal vendetta she holds against Amarachi's late mother. Born out of rape with a special gift in sewing, fate takes Amarachi on a journey to discover her roots and triumph against all odds as she encounters betrayal, pain and most importantly love admits people who are bent on ruining her life even if it means killing her. This is a beautiful Nigerian story that portrays the plights, self discovery and self determination of a young gifted girl who wants to succeed not withstanding the difficulties of life.

Alice Stevens was different. She would not fall for the school's popular boy, thinking that he might date her only to embarrass her later. Then Thomas Black came, the famous rising rock star. He came to turn her life upside down, and stole her heart, despite her trust issues.

"Aya, will you accept the job?" Red asked as he stared into Aya's eyes. She blinked, wanting to tell Red to stop looking into her eyes because she could hardly think. She was sitting across the most handsome guy she had ever met, so gorgeous that if his lips kissed her, she might forget that she was here for a job and was under a pretense about her true identity. He shouldn't be her type, but Red's alluring sister. He gave her one chance of a lifetime, making all her problems disappear, but she did not expect to fall in love with him. This was all part of the job he expected her to do well, but the longer she pretended, the deeper she fell in love.

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.