Post Modernist Philosophers

Le jour où j’ai appris que Robert avait laissé tomber tout ce qu’il faisait pour apporter des médicaments à sa petite assistante enrhumée, alors même que j’étais coincée dans un ascenseur, en proie à une violente crise de claustrophobie, j’ai pris ma décision : demander le divorce. Robert a signé les papiers sans la moindre hésitation, puis a plaisanté devant ses amis : « Elle fait juste un petit caprice. Ses parents sont morts, elle n’a personne d’autre que moi. Elle ne pourra jamais divorcer. » « Et puis, il y a bien un délai de réflexion de trente jours, non ? Si elle change d’avis, je serai magnanime et je la laisserai revenir. » Le lendemain, il a posté une photo de couple avec sa petite assistante sur les réseaux sociaux, avec une légende pleine de suffisance : « Capturer chacun de tes moments précieux. » De mon côté, je comptais les jours en silence. Calmement, j’ai rangé mes affaires et composé un numéro. « Tonton, peux-tu m’acheter un billet pour ville N ? »

I found a condom and a lace thong in the bathroom trash can. John and I had not been intimate in over a year, and I certainly did not own that kind of underwear. I thought about calling him, but then I came across a post from his god-sister of him passionately holding and kissing her foot. Though I was heartbroken, I did not cry or cause a scene. I turned off my phone and forced myself to carry on with life. Eventually, John finally noticed something was wrong. With red eyes, he asked, "Why didn't you care about me flirting with another woman?"

Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster. The caption? Oh, just this gem: [Legally welcoming our little one into the world.] Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote: [Once the baby is born, I'll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.] I couldn't help myself. I replied with a single question mark. And then Henry's DMs came in hot: [She's just borrowing me for a year to get married. Once the baby's born, I'll come back to you.]

“Is this true?” I asked. I can’t believe of what I have read on the posts on the social media account of the two writers that I met, Sketch and Doodle. I read again the post of Sketch. I thought of something, not because there will be no update on his story but because of his post however I can’t remember where I read it before. Then, I read what Doodle had posted. I suddenly remember my story and I read the last scene that I wrote; same words, same scenarios and same comments like how I read their posts. I doubt quite a bit but really it amazed me which I don’t know why. That is why I read some of their last few posts and it was quite surreal which leads to a coincidental from the turn of events on what their real life is and on what I wrote. I won’t pay any attention to what is going on because I know it wouldn’t happen. It seems like my suspicion is true… the things that I’m writing is coming true when there are real people that’s involved on my story however I need to investigate this. Sketch wasn’t talking while driving, I can see on Doodle eyes how amazed he is while we travel, seeing a fine nature is really amazing while I seldom talk just to point where we have to move. I noticed Sketch glanced at me. I smiled. “I’m actually kidnapping both of you and you two are willing victim.” Sketch stepped on the breaks and it made a big screech of the car. “What?!” they both asked.

I saw a trending post on a werewolf forum: "How to get your mate to break the bond with you?" The poster said he was going to lie to his mate about going on a wilderness trial, but he was really planning to run off with his "true love." I silently scoffed. What a shameless scumbag. But the next day, my Alpha mate came home, smelling of another she-wolf. "For the future of our pack, I have to go on a lone wolf trial in the wilderness," he said. "We should temporarily break our mate bond." I looked at his phony face and nodded calmly. "Okay. Whatever you say. We'll break the bond tomorrow." Later, he took the family money and his lover and disappeared. But with his parents' support, I became an executive at the family company. He blew through all the money, ditched his lover, and came crawling back to the country, trying to win me over. But by then, I was already at my engagement party with another, far better Alpha. I said it from the beginning. He was the one who chose to abandon his family. Even if he wanted to come back, this place would be nothing but his personal hell.

Mengisahkan watak Monika yang merupakan seorang artis rakaman. Dia berasal dari sebuah keluarga ternama, kaya dan berpengaruh. Namun dia berusaha merahsiakan identitinya dari diketahui umum untuk keselamatan dirinya yang menjadi buruan pembunuh upahan setelah kesemua ahli keluarganya mati dalam satu kejadian yang tragis. "Polis ada tunjukkan satu fail sulit dekat aku. Dalam fail tu ada gambar-gambar mayat ahli keluarga aku. Yang menarik perhatian ialaha tanda yang sama ditinggalkan di beberapa bahagian tubuh mereka." Kehidupannya semakin teruk. Dia tidak tahu kemana arah patut dituju. Dia tergelincir di dalam lembah penuh kegelapan. "Aku mengaku ketika aku berumur belasan tahun, aku pernah ambil benda-benda macam tu. Dengan harapan ia dapat menolong aku keluar dari dunia realiti walaupun untuk seketika." Tepat pada masanya, Haliene hadir dalam hidupnya. Haliene merupakan pemilik studio rakaman yang menjadi naungan Monika juga selaku sahabatnya. Dialah yang bertanggungjawab membantu Monika keluar dari dunia gelap setelah pelbagai dugaan dilaluinya. Dia menjaga Monika seperti adik perempuan kandungnya sendiri. "Umm... aku tertanya-tanya apa akan terjadi kalau kita tak pernah berjumpa? Aku tentunya dah mati." Haliene juga menyimpan rahsia yang Monika tidak tahu mengenai pembunuhan keluarganya juga kemalangan yang hampir meragut nyawanya. "Sampai bila kau nak kita semua terus berlakon? Bila ingatan dia dah pulih nanti, dia akan tahu juga siapa dia. Kau tak boleh nak rahsiakannya lagi. Aku kawan dia, aku kenal dia dahulu dari kau." Credit Cover Book (pink colour): via Monika Santucci's social media post

Le jour de notre anniversaire de mariage, la « muse » de mon mari a posté une échographie d’un fœtus sur Facebook, accompagnée d’un texte : « Merci à cet homme extraordinaire qui m’a soutenue pendant dix ans et m’a offert un fils. » J’ai failli m’évanouir en voyant ça, mais j’ai quand même laissé un commentaire : « Tu as eu un fils avec lui tandis que tu sais qu’il est marié ? » Quelques minutes plus tard, mon mari m’a appelée, furieux : « Tu vois le mal partout ! Je ne fais que lui prêter mon sperme pour une FIV. Elle voulait juste être maman célibataire. » Puis il a ajouté : « En plus, Réa est tombée enceinte du premier coup. Toi, tu as essayé trois fois et toujours rien. Ton ventre ne sert à rien ! » Trois jours avant, il m’avait dit qu’il partait à l’étranger pour affaires. Il ne répondait ni à mes appels ni à mes messages. Je pensais qu’il était occupé. Mais non. Il était avec elle pour son rendez-vous de suivi de grossesse. Une demi-heure plus tard, Réa a partagé une photo d’un festin. « Marre de la cuisine au Pays M. Et Luc a cuisiné pour moi, tout ce que j’aime ! » Je regardais les résultats de ma prise de sang confirmant ma grossesse, mes mains tremblantes, alors que ma joie se transformait en désespoir glacé. Huit ans d’amour fou. Six ans de compromis douloureux après le mariage. Cette fois, c’est fini. Je lâche tout.

Believe it or not, we assume every love tale as cliche until and unless we dive into it. Both above figures had a kind of part to play here which is cannot even say as cliche. This is a story of my most favourite couple. Yeah, it's a love story, obviously! And their love chapters start on a very very boring note. Him flying back to India and her liking post on Instagram of her friends. Most important, based on their real life love series. ***Wiping tears behind the door hold a memory of precious loss in her childhood and a mysterious misunderstanding leads her to hate Avinash like anything. They haven't seen each other for years... But he wanted to meet her, talk to her. Finally, a day came and they meet which doesn't let them cross paths but instead get them together to ride on a bike of love trip. Meanwhile, both of them already had someone to fix with. If anyone thinks that after falling in love is no trouble then it's no way! Will she keep ignoring her feelings? Will he keep dragging the things? And never confess to her. Can they resist the spark they had in between them? The argue to kiss! ***This is a very twisted romantic love story that stirs hearts, that at times leaves you breathless and that manages to make us believe that, and love can do all things. Peek into Ashiyaan and Avinash's beautiful journey of finding love, hope, and magic in their own universe, which holds a passionate spark in between them.*** And Hey!! It was my first work obviously and I'm very much happy and excited to announce that this story is complete and edited. Shower your love on my book. Sure you are gonna love it.

“Marry me. Put this thing on tomorrow. You are going to tell the press that Bella cheated on me and we started dating, when Bella found out she tried to separate us and when she could not she blackmailed you to upload this photo. This will make me hate you, but we have already reconciled,” he explained. What the hell? How did I get myself into this sought of mess? **** Laura finds herself in a great dilemma when her mother is kidnapped. They ask her to post the photo of Eric Sloan the son of a multi-billionaire together with Damien Avery, the son of the prime minister and she should tag them as gay. To keep her mother alive she reluctantly posts it drawing the attention of the arrogant billionaire together with his powerful family and fans. To rectify her mistakes he asks her to marry him, thereby waving off the allegation of him being gay. He promises himself to make it his life mission to destroy her for what she did. As the truth unfolds, what started as a revenge turns into a dangerous obsession and all he wants to do is to protect her, to claim her, own her, and keep her within his dark abyss.

This Thanksgiving, Elmer Fuller finally agrees to go on a trip with me. But when I wake up in the hotel, I don't see him anywhere. I spend the entire day desperately searching for him, only to stumble across a social media post from his first love. It's a selfie of her and Elmer having a cozy family dinner with her parents. The caption reads, "Someone's finally meeting the parents on Thanksgiving night. Mom and Dad can stop pressuring me to get married now!" Around her neck is the scarf my mother knitted for me before she passed. I left a comment. "Stop using my things to flirt with my husband. Take the scarf off—you can have him." Not long after, she posts an update. The scarf is shredded into pieces and tossed into a dog bed, with the caption, "What trash—too filthy even for a dog!" Elmer likes the post.