Novel Death Note

My husband had a heart attack on his way to work and died. All I could see was his body when I rushed to the hospital. I was heartbroken and bedridden. When I was about to die, I saw on the news that he won a lottery ticket worth 300 million dollars. My bestie cashed the prize money with him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when my husband faked his death. But I wanted to make his death real this time! “Are you from the funeral home? My husband is dead. We need to plan a cremation for him right away!”

Everyone in the pack envies how devoted Kingsley Laurent is to me. After getting appointed as Alpha, he turns down every she-wolf who throws herself at him and vows to wait until his position is fully secure before marking me. The mate bonding ceremony he promises is the most sacred of all, one that would place me beside him as Luna and establish our pup as his rightful heir. Kingsley openly despises my rebellious sister, Heather Johnson. His eyes harden whenever her name comes up. "Don't let your train wreck of a sister ruin our ceremony." Until one night, when I find a voice message on Heather's phone and hear his voice—hoarse, ragged with desire. "Will you shift for me tonight, baby? I want to see you in chains." While he claims he's on a business trip down south, he's actually spending the night with my sister at a couples' hotel. Over the phone, he swears his devotion to me. "If I ever betray you, may I be punished by losing you forever." At the same time, he grabs Heather by the chin and says coldly, "I will only ever have one Luna, and that's Eliza Johnson. You're just a plaything." Since he made that vow, I'll fulfill it for him. I fake my death, burn down our home, and vanish from his world with his pup growing inside me.

"Anak saya baru berusia enam belas tahun, dan dia hamil! Saya minta pertanggungjawaban nak Diaz!"  Seorang lelaki berumur kisaran empat puluh tahun terduduk dengan wajah kusut dan tatapan penuh luka juga kecewa. Karena anak gadisnya yang selama ini dia jaga telah terenggut kesuciannya oleh kakak kelas di sekolahnya. "Anak saya menghamili putri, Anda?" Ibu dari Diaz tersenyum smrik dengan tatapan meremehkan. Dia tidak akan menyangkal, sebelumnya Diaz memang sudah mengakui kesalahannya yang menodai seorang gadis demi taruhan bersama teman-temannya. Ibu Diaz menatap gadis muda yang terduduk dengan kedua tangan gemetar, saling mengait dan bertumpu di paha. wajahnya kusut dengan mata sembab. Penampilannya begitu sederhana, memakai kaus pendek dengan bawahan rok selutut. Rambutnya sebahu yang tergerai semrawut, namun tidak mengurangi aura cantik dan manisnya.  "Baik, kami akan bertanggung jawab!" Ibu Diaz mengambil sebuah amplop dari dalam tas yang sudah dia siapkan.  "Amplop ini berisi uang dengan jumlah yang tidak sedikit. Saya memberikannya secara cuma-cuma, terserah kalian akan gunakan untuk biaya menggugurkan kandungan atau untuk melahirkan anak itu! Yang jelas, Diaz tidak akan menikahi anak Anda!" tegas Ibu Diaz. "A--apa?  Bagaimana mungkin Anda tega melakukan ini? Bagaimana pun benih yang anak saya kandung adalah cucu, Anda!"  "Hey, Orang Miskin! Kamu pikir saya tidak tahu? Kalian menuntut tanggung jawab agar anak saya menikahi dia demi keuntungan kan? Jangan mimpi bisa hidup enak karena menjebak orang kaya untuk menikahi anakmu! Sekarang pergi!" usir wanita itu dengan wajah garang dia bahkan menyuruh seorang satpam untuk menyeret si gadis dan bapaknya keluar rumah.  "Pergi!" titah satpam dengan mendorong mereka sampai terjatuh di pelataran rumah.  "Bapak? Ba--pak, kenapa, Pak?" Gadis itu menangis histeris ketika melihat bapaknya tiba-tiba sesak napas lalu tak sadarkan diri.  "Bapaaak!" 

Saat ibunya menikah lagi, Adnessa Aisy, 22 tahun, dihadapkan pada pesona kakak tirinya, Axelio Hansel. Ketika perasaan terlarang mulai tumbuh, haruskah Adnessa menjauh demi keutuhan keluarga atau mengikuti cinta terlarang yang mengancam segalanya?

Just because my sister, Yvonne Lindell, claims I swapped Grandma's medicine with sugar pellets and caused her death, Mom locks me inside the cremator. I kneel and beg, but Mom spits at me in disgust. "You wretched girl, stay still! You killed your grandma by secretly switching her medicine. Now go repent to her properly!" Dad hesitates, unable to bear it. "Maybe we should let her out. What if—" "What are you afraid of? Don't forget that she killed your mother! If we don't teach her a lesson this time, who knows who she'll kill next!" The voices outside the door gradually fade, and my heart sinks to the bottom. The flames slowly begin to lick at my body. In despair, I clutch Grandma's cold hand beside me. "Grandma, I'm sorry. I should've taken better care of your medicine. But I swear, I didn't replace it with sugar pellets. Maybe only in death, can I truly atone for this sin…"

I accidentally ruined the cake at the fake daughter's birthday party. As punishment, my parents and brother locked me in the basement. "You’ve let your jealousy ruin a perfectly good celebration. Stay here and think about what you’ve done!" they shouted. They left me in the basement and went off to the Maldives to throw another birthday party for the fake daughter. When a gas leak occurred at home, I was still locked in the basement. As soon as they remotely turned the lights on, the whole house exploded, taking my life with it. After my death, my spirit drifted over to where my family was celebrating. I saw them gathered around the fake daughter on a beach. When a luxury three-tiered cake was brought out, they watched her make a wish with a smile. The fake daughter put on a show of concern about me. "Darling, you’re too kind-hearted. People like her deserve to be locked up and taught a lesson. Let’s see if she dares to take anything from you again," they said. Hearing that, I completely gave up on my family. When they returned home and saw the destroyed house, however, my parents and brother went mad.

My husband finally thinks about me three years after my death. The reason? His childhood sweetheart's leukemia has relapsed, and she needs another bone marrow transplant. He comes to my place, wanting to make me sign a donor agreement. However, he finds that the place has long been vacated. He asks a neighbor about it. "Are you talking about Kristen? She's long dead! I heard it was because someone dragged her away for a bone marrow donation when she was already sick. She died a few days after returning home." My husband refuses to believe that. He thinks my neighbor and I have conspired to lie to him. He says impatiently, "If you see her, tell her I won't pay the medical bills for that child she's been raising if she doesn't come to see me in three days." My neighbor shakes her head when she sees how stubborn my husband is. She mutters, "The poor child has already starved to death, though…"

For ten years, my family had called me a jinx. When I was three years old, my dad claimed that he lost a major project because he had to take care of me due to my illness. My mom wanted to buy me sweets, only to end up getting hit by a car in front of a candy store. That was how she hurt her arm. My older sister, Siena Bell, often claimed that she screwed up in her tests simply because I kept breaking her pens. One day, my mom invited a shaman named Mr. Reyes over. After inspecting the house, he contemplated for a while. "This child is affiliated with misfortune by nature. She's a walking jinx who absorbs the entire family's luck." He then added, "But if she has a life of misfortune, you will regain your luck." At first, I felt aggrieved and tried to fight back by throwing tantrums. I tugged at my mom's sleeve while arguing loudly, "I'm not a jinx!" But my mom just looked at me calmly. There was a hint of eerie calmness in her eyes. She said, "Mr. Reyes said that you have to accept your fate. Someone has to bear the sacrifices no matter what." Her icy words doused out the hope in my heart. In a way, this twisted dynamic actually worked. My dad's business went steady, whereas Siena started getting better grades. At one point, I even started thinking that I was a real jinx. But… why was it that my family was haunted by more misfortune after my death?

"Ini perintah! aku ingin menikah denganmu karena suatu alasan, ini tidak melibatkan perasaan yang membuatmu berdebar-debar, kamu pikir kamu siapa?" ucap Ronald, terdengar serius dan memaksa sekaligus meremehkan. "Pernikahan tidak bisa disamakan dengan pekerjaan, Pak. Anda tidak bisa memerintah sesenaknya untuk alasan apapun agar orang menikah, apalagi anda tidak benar-benar mengenal saya" Nadin masih bisa protes. "Jadi kau tidak mau?" Ronald berdiri dan menghampiri Nadin. "Iya, Pak. lagi pula alasan apa yang membuat anda tiba-tiba ingin menikah dengan saya, Pak?" Tanya Nadin, meski ia sudah bisa membaca alasannya, ia hanya ingin mengulur waktu. "Karena aku ingin melihatmu menderita setiap hari di depan mataku" ucap Ronald tepat di hadapan Nadin, itu seperti sebilah pisau yang menggerogoti lehernya, rasanya Nadin ingin menangis mendengarnya, tapi tidak semudah itu membuang-buang air mata untuk orang yang sedang emosi. 'kejam sekali! Harus semenderita inikah, anak dari wanita yang berselingkuh?' ucapnya dalam hati, ia menelan ludahnya dengan kesal. "Maaf, Pak. Saya tidak bisa!" Ucap Nadin tegas, tak ingin diganggu gugat.

My wife, Sarah, died unexpectedly. My in-laws made an absurd request. "Why not have Stella play both roles? After all, Luke can't be without a mother." My brother-in-law, Greg, yelled at me, calling me shameless, and stormed out in anger. I looked at my sister-in-law, Stella, who looked exactly like my late wife. I could hardly conceal my grief. I was about to urge them to abandon their ridiculous idea, when I accidentally overheard a conversation between her and her parents. "It was Stella who died, so why did you lie and claim it was you?" Sarah sighed. "I love Greg. I staged my death so I could be with him legitimately. As for asking me to play both roles, don't even bring it up again. As for Michael, I have already given him a child and a respectable marriage. I owe him nothing." Turning around, I saw Luke with reddened eyes, asking me softly, "Daddy, does that mean that Mommy no longer wants us?" I bent down and pulled him into my arms, forcing myself to soothe him. "Your Aunt Stella wants to protect the person that she loves. We shouldn't bother her. It's time for us to prepare a new life."