Proof Of Life After Death

In my previous life, my husband suffered a sudden brain hemorrhage and died instantly in his office. When I arrived at the hospital, all that awaited me was his lifeless body. Overwhelmed with grief, I coughed up blood and was bedridden ever since. On my deathbed, I happened to see a news report—my husband had won a $15 million lottery. Standing beside him at the prize ceremony was none other than my best friend. The shock killed me on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband had just died.

Lake is the new girl in town, she meets the quiet boy. A typical love story. Except she had friends in her mind that she talks to, and he isn’t quite who he says he is.

Tyrell has always been one for being on his own. He meet someone and then he realises how much love has to offer.

Pandan Wangi Aditama Perkasa--designer lulusan Parson, The New School For Design, melamar pekerjaan sebagai OG di PT. INTI GRAHA ANUGRAH, demi sebuah misi khusus. Untuk mencari tahu siapa penghianat yang akhir-akhir ini melakukan switch dengan ADITAMA GROUP. Perusahan properti milik keluarga besarnya. Di tengah-tengah misi yang sedang dijalankannya, Denver Delacroix Bimantara--teman sekaligus musuh masa kecilnya, muncul sebagai sahabat baik sang atasan, sekaligus diduga sebagai sang penghianat. Dalam situasi yang rumit dan serba terjepit, mampukah Pandan menyelesaikan misinya? Sementara akibat kekeraskepalaan dan harga dirinya, ia kini telah berbadan dua. Bagaimana kisah mengharu biru Pandan berjuang mempertahankan kelangsungan perusahaan keluarganya? Dan bagaimana pula akhir kisah asmaranya, yang selalu saja berlabuh pada orang yang salah? "Walaupun cinta gue selalu nyasar dan tersesat di hati orang yang salah, tapi kali ini gue yakin kalau cinta gue akan berhenti di titik yang benar. Soalnya hati gue, udah gue unduh pakai aplikasi waz*." -Pandan Wangi Aditama Perkasa- "Ngapain susah-susah nyari cinta, kalau yang sudah teruji ketahanannya dari segala sisi sudah ada di depan mata? Cinta gue itu kayak batere jadul kucing hitam disambar petir. Kuat dan tahan lama. Percayalah!" -Denver Delacroix Bimantara-

This novel focuses on the story of a young woman by the name Meekey. She found herself in the world of drug trafficking which led to her life being ruined.

a love life that will begin between peter and little Marlèna who is so fragile and who is constantly ill but endows with a beauty that makes people fall

Rebecca was supposed to marry the man she had always loved, but a one-night trap caused her to lose everything. Her family and love vanished. Not only that, the good name she had always protected was destroyed by rumors that were not entirely true. Then one day, Rebecca discovered that the one-night trap connected her to Glenn Romanov-a mysterious man who entered her life. Everything became even more complicated. Two strangers who did not know each other seemed to be played by the fate of life. So, what will happen next in the story of Rebecca and Glenn?

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.

Everything was planned, and in one night, ruined. My best friend. My betrothed. Both backstabbed me in the back. But what they don't know is that I have help, and I will live this life again. And I will make sure I get my revenge on the both of them. All Cecelia wanted to do was prove to her father that her and her betrothed Mason were meant to be. After "paying" a shaman to look into the future to say it is meant to be, Cece decides that's not enough and goes on a quest to find Death. She wants to make a deal with him; if Mason and her are true mates, then she will live a long life with him. If not, she wants a do-over, but at WHAT time, or WHEN, Death gets to decide. At the ball, Cece is made aware of her betrothed's betrayal, and is devastated that the affair was made between him and her best friend. After dying from an argument gone very wrong, Death makes an appearance, going back in time.. Cece has a second chance at life. She will make sure EVERYTHING is different. And it will be Mason, and her ex-best friend who will pay.

In the late stages of her pregnancy, my wife slipped away into the mountains with her childhood sweetheart, seeking some reckless thrill under the open sky. Fate, however, had other plans. She suffered a massive hemorrhage, and the two were rushed to the hospital. As a doctor, I took one glance at her condition and instructed the nurse to prepare for the cremation. In my previous life, I had risked everything to save her. On that very operating table, she and the child inside her perished together. Her childhood sweetheart, overcome with grief and fury, rallied others to accuse me of seeking personal revenge. Their rage was relentless, and they broke my hands. "A butcher like you, without medical ethics, deserves nothing less than eternal damnation!" they shouted, their words burning like brands on my soul. Yet I distinctly remembered—the surgery had been a success. Her vital signs had stabilized. Clinging to hope, I begged my in-laws to conduct an autopsy, to uncover the truth buried beneath the accusations. Instead, they called the police, who swiftly charged me with performing surgery under the influence of alcohol. Stripped of my rights, I was thrown into prison, where suffering became my only companion. Years later, upon release, I stumbled across a sight that tore what was left of my heart to shreds—my wife, alive and well, behind the wheel of a luxury car, accompanied by her childhood sweetheart and their child, living off the fortune I had worked tirelessly to build. Their betrayal didn't end there. Coldly and methodically, they lured me into a trap, casting me into a cement mixer to erase every trace of my existence. When I next opened my eyes, time had rewound itself. I was back on that fateful day, the one when her hemorrhage began.