Quote About Good Attitude

Five years ago, my junior made a mistake in the experiment, resulting in an explosion in the lab. In an effort to save my childhood friend, Andrew, I suffered severe burns to one side of my face and was falsely accused as the culprit. Just like that, I became the target of everyone's anger. Only Andrew stood by me, promising, "I love you for who you are, not your appearance. I'll always be there to protect you." But on our wedding day, he vanished without a trace. My mother, suffering from heart disease and barely clinging to life, wanted to see Andrew. When I asked him to come, he replied impatiently, "Are you using such a lame excuse to meet me? Don't you have any shame? Every time I look at your face, I feel disgusting." I pleaded desperately, but he calmly hung up. "Do you think I'm your servant? You can't just summon me whenever you want. Just because you saved me once doesn't mean you can blackmail me for life." My mother died without peace. The junior who slandered me back then later posted a photo on social media, showing a man lifting her effortlessly. Their poses were intimate, highlighting the underlying affection. Her captions read: [It's all his fault for tiring me out during the day. I almost missed out on this beautiful ocean. When you're in love, all is clear to see. I mentioned wanting to go to Belmar Island, and he flew me around the world for it.] I was utterly heartbroken, so I texted him: [Let's break up…]

Some people come into our lives some will stay and some will leave. Any of that two I believed that we don't meet people accidentally. We meet them with purpose, to teach us something or to simply add value to our life. Sedriano the man who came into my life, the man who made my world upside down. The man who values loves and gives me pain. The man who gives me butterfly kisses on my stomach. We were too young when we fell in love but I was so sure that it will last. With the promise, we made together with his bitter goodbye. This is our story.

"Apa yang akan kamu coba, Ra?" Ayra memulai aksi nekatnya dengan perasaan gugup. Dia melepaskan kaitan baju sekolahnya satu-persatu di depan Rendra. "Ayra, kamu jangan nekat!" Lelaki itu panik sendiri dan menoleh ke sana kemari, ke penjuru kelas. Takut jika tiba-tiba ada siswa lain yang masuk. "Aku tahu ini bukan dirimu, Ra!" "Kamu suka cewek yang kayak gini 'kan, Ren?" "Iya! Aku emang suka! Tapi bukan kamu, Ra! Bukan kamu yang harus kayak gini!" Sebelum Ayra membuka kaitan bajunya yang ke-tiga, Rendra menutup bagian depan tubuh Ayra menggunakan jaket yang baru saja dia lepas. Kemudian merengkuh gadis itu dengan erat. *** Ayra merupakan gadis SMA semester akhir. Dia menjadi frustrasi saat tiba-tiba diputuskan oleh Rendra—kekasih yang sangat dia cintai. Alasannya adalah karena Rendra lebih menyukai gadis berpenampilan dewasa. Ayra berusaha sekeras mungkin menjadi apa yang Rendra inginkan meskipun sebenarnya tubuhnya menolak. Rendra sendiri juga tidak menginginkan perubahan itu terjadi pada gadis tersebut. Sementara Attar—lelaki dewasa yang satu rumah dengan Ayra karena mendadak harus bertanggung jawab dengan seluruh kehidupan Ayra pun turut mengekang perubahan gadis itu. Dia sangat menjaga Ayra hingga lebih baik Ayra dia ajak menikah saja daripada melakukan hal berbahaya di luar sana. Akankah Ayra balikan dengan Rendra? Atau justru memilih untuk menikah dengan Attar? ***

When my appendix bursts, my parents, my brother, and even my fiancé are all too busy celebrating my sister's birthday. I'm outside the operating room, frantically calling every family member I can think of to sign the consent form, but every call is either ignored or hung up on. After hanging up on me, my fiancé, Joel Graham, texts back. "Sophie, stop being dramatic. It's Yvette's 18th birthday today. Whatever it is can wait until after the party." I quietly set my phone down and sign the consent form myself. It's the ninety-ninth time they've chosen Yvette Norton, my sister, over me. This time, I choose not to care. I'll stop letting their favoritism hurt me. Instead, I'll do everything they ask of me without complaint. They'll all think I've finally learned to be obedient, and they'll never realize that I'm preparing to leave them for good.

Diane is heartbroken after finding out that her best friend and her husband are having an affair. But that's not all. When she nearly dies in a car accident orchestrated by her former bestie, that claims the life of her unborn child, she realizes just how unsafe she is. She makes the tough decision to disappear and go abroad for a while with the help of Keith, the handsome man who found her at the accident scene and saved her life. The two fall in love in no time, and with his help, Diane heals from the trauma of everything that her ex-husband and ex-bestfriend had done to her. When she returns, she sets about living her best life and getting her revenge on her bestie and her ex-husband, who is still very much attracted to her and wants her back. Will Diane be so consumed by her need for revenge that she fails to see what is right in front of her, which is that she's slowly but surely driving Keith away with her thirst for revenge and her trauma from the past? Will a new enemy, who has suddenly popped out of nowhere, succeed in her malicious plans to destroy Keith and Diane’s budding relationship?

Inside the tattoo studio, Seth Jones let his fingertips trace the dip of Rita Searle's waist and move slowly up her spine. With a soft rustle, her dress slipped to her ankles. He stood over her, taking in the blood-red rose inked across her chest. They had been married for three years, and this was the anniversary gift he'd be giving her—999 roses tattooed into her skin. A broken sob scraped up Rita's throat. "Seth, it hurts… Please, stop…" Her tears splashed onto the back of his hand, but he only pressed the needle deeper, dragging it along until angry red welts marked her body. "Victor wanted those damn roses so he could give them to another woman, and that led to Tara falling off that cliff and ending up in a vegetative state. I'm just giving him what he wanted. You should be grateful." Lying on the cold tattoo table, Rita felt the chill spreading through her. Her eyes stung, weighed down by grief churning behind them. "Isn't it enough? You bought out Searle Group, you hung Victor over a cliff, and left him for the vultures. What else do you want from us?" Seth grabbed her by the throat and forced her chin up. "And isn't Tara innocent in all this? Rita, you and Victor destroyed her life. Don't you owe her for that?"

Before Andrew and I formed our mate bond, I overheard him and his Wolven Clan brothers mocking me: "My Luna must serve my family and dedicate herself to the Blood Moon Pack." "Lina is obedient and devoted—she loves me with all her heart, keeps the pack running smoothly, and takes care of my mother. She works tirelessly, giving her all to my family." "However, Louise? She cherishes her dreams and craves freedom. She's a carefree spirit, meant for the vast open plains, not to be tied down and become a dull housewife." I did not argue or shed tears. Instead, I left the Blood Moon Pack without a word. Andrew assumed I was just sulking nearby, unaware that I had traveled far to the Northland. In the Northland, I not only rekindled my dreams but also found my true mate—the one who truly loves me. Now, I am his Luna Queen.

That winter, our whole family went skiing in Aespen, Amestia. It was a popular spot for werewolf nobles and the wealthy. Then, the avalanche struck. My father's first instinct was to scoop up Summer—his sleeping adopted daughter—and flee. My mother, panicked, still made sure to grab the stray puppy Summer had found. They returned to the Moonshadow Pack that same night, posting a flood of photos online and rejoicing over their miraculous escape. Not one of them remembered me. Their biological daughter was still buried beneath the snow, waiting for rescue. When I was finally rescued, I did not look back. I took my mentor's offer to study abroad and left the pack behind. I moved to Cascade City to study medicine. No more pleading, no more shrinking myself in hopes of earning back my family's love. Yet they only seemed more disgruntled. "Rose, why aren't you competing with Summer for our attention anymore?"

Mary Preston and her family fled to another country, leaving everything behind. Suddenly, she found herself surrounded by unfamiliar faces, in a foreign land, speaking a language she didn’t understand. A few years later, at the tender age of 19, she ended up married to Maximus Palmer, the grandson of the powerful Catherine Palmer. Mary loved him with all her heart, but he never felt the same. He married her out of obligation, not out of love. One misunderstanding after another pushed their marriage into a downward spiral, filled with infidelity, abuse, and endless disillusionment. For years, Mary lived under the shadow of another woman, enduring the pain until she finally found the courage to ask for a divorce. Her decision took Maximus by surprise, and he refused to let her go. But fate had other plans, and a tragic event forced the divorce to happen sooner than anyone expected. Afterward, Mary tried to rebuild her life, hoping to find love again and happiness that would last. But the scars from her past made it hard for her to trust or believe in love again. She faced many moments of anguish, sadness, and loneliness. Yet, through it all, she slowly began to find herself and step back into the light. Perhaps this time, she wouldn’t have to face everything alone. Maybe someone new would come into her life, someone who could be her rock and her reason to live. Although she learned that the past was never truly left behind, she also discovered that with a strong foundation, even the most broken things could still stand tall. Life had taught her about the three kinds of love: the one that teaches you how to love, the one you wished was yours but wasn’t meant to be, and the one you never saw coming that heals your wounds and brings true happiness.

My husband did not love me, and he certainly did not love our child. On the day our son was born, he did not even glance at him. He merely tossed him into my arms. Then, his first love came back from overseas. That night, the ever-cold Henry had gotten drunk for the first time. He even smiled as he held our child in his arms. Delighted, our son wrapped his little arms around my husband's neck and asked me in a soft voice, “Mommy, what’s wrong with Uncle?” I crouched down, pulling him into my embrace. My eyes reddened as I explained, “Uncle's favorite person came back, so we shouldn’t bother him anymore. We’re going to find a new home.”