Perfect In Imperfection

I suffer from a hereditary form of amnesia. By the time I found out, I had only seven days left. On the first day, I found my boyfriend had fallen for my younger twin sister. With a bitter smile, I suggested we break up. On the second day, my most treasured Lego set was smashed by my sister. Everyone laughed at me, saying I was disgraceful, unworthy of being a daughter of the Fleming family. On the fourth day, I forgot that my sister was allergic to mangoes. She ended up in the hospital, and my parents glared at me with resentment. Even my ex-boyfriend accused me of being heartless. On the seventh day, I woke up in a hospital bed to see my father walking in with a stern expression. He demanded that I quit my job and devote myself entirely to taking care of the family, as nothing more than a housekeeper. But I only looked at them in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?” When they realized I had truly lost my memory, they lost their minds.

After receiving the report for an STD test, I went back to the barbeque restaurant, and there I ran into a young woman who was about three months pregnant. She asked me to let her cut in line, and, feeling sorry for her, I agreed to help her out. I quickly made arrangements for her and made sure she had a seat. But to my shock, after she finished her meal, she had a miscarriage. The girl posted about the incident online, and before I knew it, I was trending on social media, facing a wave of cyberbullying. The internet users went even further, digging up my health records and finding that everything came back positive. [She's positive for everything—she's clearly a woman with a messy private life!] [No wonder she caused the woman's miscarriage just by being near her—she's a biological hazard!] The cyberbullying got so bad that it pushed me into depression. Even my fiancé turned against me, accusing me of being filthy and breaking up with me. The emotional weight became too much, and in my pain, I drove straight into a reservoir. Meanwhile, the girl gained millions of followers online and skyrocketed to fame as a popular influencer. It was only after I died that I learned the shocking truth—this girl was my fiancé's first love. To boost her own popularity, she and my fiancé had come up with this entire scheme together. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day when she asked me to let her cut in line.

When I got reborn into my youthful years, I turned down the marriage proposal of Seth Klein, the future major general. Instead, I chose to be with Nathan Prescott, who lived a poor life. My mother thought I was possessed. After all, the entire village knew that I, the village chief's daughter, used to follow the well-educated Mr. Klein around all the time. Apparently, I was willing to do anything just to marry him. I soon recalled what happened in my previous life. After I married Seth, we never consummated our marriage. He even brought back a child, claiming that said child belonged to a fellow soldier who had passed on in the war. I viewed the child as my own and made an effort to raise him. It wasn't until our fiftieth anniversary that I discovered a secret after barging into Seth's study, which had always been forbidden to me. It turned out that the study was plastered with photos of my older cousin, Catherine Parker—the most beautiful woman in the village. The thing was, she had been dead for a long time. The truth was, Seth has always been capable of performing in bed. He was merely practicing abstinence because of Catherine. Furious, I collapsed and was admitted to the hospital. But my son, whom I treated as my own, was the one who unplugged my life support with his own hands. "If it weren't for you taking over my mom's position as the actual wife, she wouldn't have died as an unknown mistress!" After my death, I witnessed Seth getting a joint burial with Catherine as husband and wife. As for my ashes, they were randomly scattered into a dried-up river. Now that I was reborn, I chose to fulfill their wish!

(21+) Christopher Alexander. Pria berdarah dingin keturunan Asia yang tak akan segan membunuh siapa saja yang akan menghalangi jalannya dan mengganggunya. Tampan dan digilai banyak wanita. Tapi tidak ada yang tau bahwa pria itu sangatlah kejam tidak berperasaan. Lalu pertemuannya yang disengaja dengan gadis berkebangsaan Rusia yang saat itu sedang berkunjung ke Thailand. Sarah Alana Benjamin, orang-orang terdekatnya memanggilnya Cala. Gadis ceria yang menyukai Travelling. Seketika keceriaan itu sirna ketika dirinya bertemu dengan Christopher. Pria kejam berhati iblis. Dan Cala sangat membencinya. Selamat menikmati kisah Christop dan Cala

Elline bertemu lagi dengan cinta pertamanya, Axel Devgan, dalam acara kerjasama perusahaan. Dulu mereka harus berpisah karena memprioritaskan masa depan. Mereka pernah berjanji untuk bertemu lagi jika telah berhasil meraih impian. Namun, bayangan indah akan pertemuan yang telah ditunggu selama bertahun-tahun itu sirna dalam sekejap. Lelaki yang ia tunggu tengah menggandeng wanita lain pada pertemuan pertama mereka setelah bertahun-tahun berlalu tanpa kabar. Kenangan indah akan masa lalunya dengan lelaki itu berubah menjadi kenangan berdarah dalam sekejap. Sanggupkah Elline melanjutkan kerjasama perusahaan? Apa yang akan ia lakukan? Memilih bertahan demi pekerjaan atau menyembuhkan perasaan yang terluka semakin dalam?

After my third dive in search of my missing boyfriend, I suffer a miscarriage. When I wake up in the hospital and find out he's still alive, I rip out the IV and drag myself home. But as I approach the house, I overhear Beck Wilder talking to his friends. "Maren had a child with her ex-husband. Who knows if she's really over him? "I can't go through with the wedding without being sure. I'd rather set a trap to see if she'd risk everything for me." Someone hesitates. "What if she finds out you lied? She might get furious and leave you." Beck chuckles confidently. "She's a breeze to manipulate. I'll make her sign the marriage papers and host a lavish wedding. She'll be as meek as a kitten." Two weeks later, I leave the miscarriage report on the wedding dress and walk away. The once-proud heir of the Wilder family is left in tears, scouring every inch of Larkspur in desperate search of his runaway bride.

Jika pria memiliki sebutan 'caligynephobia' untuk ketakutan mereka terhadap wanita cantik. Lantas mengapa wanita tidak diberi sebutan untuk ketakutan yang serupa? Kehidupan sekolah Eritha yang seharusnya dipenuhi romansa, kini harus terganggu dengan trauma yang bahkan tidak memiliki nama tersebut. Ia akan pusing, mual bahkan pingsan jika berdekatan dengan pria yang ideal pada pemandangannya. Bahkan ia langsung terbaring pingsan ketika ia memulai kehidupan barunya dan mendapatkan pernyataan cinta dari seorang pria sombong bernama Arlando. Kenapa pria itu terus mengikutinya setelah terus menerus membuatnya pingsan? Bagaimana jika semua orang tahu trauma yang sudah susah payah ia rahasiakan? Apapun yang terjadi, kami harus berjarak!

Dua remaja yang kembali bertemu setelah bertahun-tahun dan akhirnya memutuskan untuk menjalani hubungan karena merasa hubungan ini persis seperti yang mereka cari dan butuhkan selama ini, juga berharap kalau hubungan ini bisa berlanjut ke jenjang yang lebih serius. Namun selama proses berjalannya hubungan ternyata banyak hal yang bertentangan dari keduanya dan mereka saling berusaha untuk hubungan ini. Perasaan dan logika mereka berdua pun ternyata mengalami dinamika yang luar biasa selama berhubungan. Cinta yang bersemi diantara mereka di usia 20-an ternyata berbeda jauh dengan cinta yang mereka rasakan di usia belasan. Perjalanan mencari dan mempertahankan jati diri, juga perjalanan untuk memiliki hubungan yang realistis namun memberikan kebahagiaan. Apa saja yang terjadi selama perjalanan hubungan Tasya dan Radit?

On her first day at work, a new colleague uploaded a 500-million-dollar property purchase agreement to the company group chat. The message was accompanied by the caption: “Thanks for the gift for my first day at work, Dad!” She quickly deleted it, following up with, “Sorry, wrong chat!” I frowned, recognizing the contract immediately. It was the same property my father gifted me for my birthday a month ago. Some sharp-eyed colleagues noticed the contract number and chimed in. “I have a relative in real estate. I remember this property. Our chairman bought it recently!” “So, the heiress has joined us to experience life. Forgive your humble servant for not recognizing you!” The chat was soon filled with flattering remarks. Even my stingy and miserly husband joined in. I felt a coldness in my heart and couldn’t help but respond in the group chat, “I recall the president always opposing ostentatious displays of wealth and advocating humility. This heiress seems to veer away from his usual philosophy.” Instead of support, I faced attacks from my husband and others. “Look at you being so poor and petty. How could you ever compare to Grace? Why did I ever marry someone so shortsighted?” “As if you know the president that well! I think you’re just jealous that Grace was born with a silver spoon!” I sneered coldly and, without hesitation, dialed the president’s number right in front of everyone. “Dad, I heard we’re not that close, hmm?”

My boy friend Caleb Ford's childhood sweetheart, Julia Leclair, is losing her hair from chemotherapy. So, he orders me to cut mine off and make her a wig. "Julia's allergic to synthetic wigs. You've been growing your hair for ten years—it's perfect." I refuse, but his friends tie me down. Someone shaves my head to the scalp, buzzing through my thick, glossy hair until nothing's left but a butchered mess. Julia sits in her wheelchair and laughs, saying I look like a toad. Caleb smiles and nods in agreement. He adds with a chuckle, "It's just some hair. Was that really necessary?" But back when I was bullied for having uneven, choppy short hair for six straight years, it was he who stood in front of me. He had his arms spread wide as he shielded me from harm. Now he's the one wielding the blade. One by one, their little circle chimes in. They tell me not to hold a grudge against someone who's sick. Caleb snaps impatiently, "Stop trying to talk sense into her. She can get lost! Did you see that fit she threw over a few strands of hair? It's not like they won't grow back." I turn around and walk away. I never look back. Later, I hear that Caleb begs for my forgiveness by kneeling his way up 9000 steps until his knees are ruined.