Real Sad

Ketika istri dikhianati maka sikapnya akan berubah 180 derajat. Dengan rasa sakit dan kecewa berusaha membongkar kebusukan suami. Begitu pula yang dilakukan Evania atas perselingkuhan Aryan dengan sepupunya sendiri. Bermain cantik untuk membongkar kebohongan sang suami di depan keluarga besar.

Despite of being cold and cranky, Levi cares a lot. The unexplainable ability of him to lucid dream helped him to discover how and why people committed suicide. However, he didn’t expect that he would be using his gift to know the reasons behind why his friends and loved ones took away their own lives. The aftermath of it is slowly killing him—he must be saved.

Katrina Riyel Youngstern is a princess of the province Alkinia, Honzel. She's rude to everyone except to her family. One night came and everything has change. She lost her eyesight as well as her father. Her atitude worsen. Then, Paolo came to her life. He give her another light but one thing for sure, destiny doesn't want her to be happy. Will she able to find her love in that guy? Will she be happy with him? Lets see.

Cassandra Lim, loathed by her own blood - her grandfather, decided to step out of his life with her bravest heart. She didn't want to be involved with his grandfather's businesses. She ran off from her supposed wedding and found herself on the arms of the man she hates the most.Cassandra Lim, trying to be independent found herself signing a contract made by Jan Skylus Cerrano as a bed spacer of his mansion. Hey, she forgot that she hates this man! She hates how his intense and playful eyes bore into her. She hates how his lips smirk maliciously. She hates his cruelty. What comes next after her desperate decision?

Silas Grant and I are renowned in our social circle for being a loving couple. However, a month before our wedding, he calls everything off. He wants to marry the poor student that my parents have been sponsoring. I demand an explanation. He says to me, "Vivian will have to marry that cripple if I don't marry her. You're the kindest person I know, Serena. I'm sure you can understand why I'm doing this." "Fine, then," I say. Silas leans down to kiss my cheek. He holds me happily and says, "I knew you'd agree to this. Don't worry, okay? I'll divorce her once this matter is settled." I push him away lightly and wipe his saliva from my cheek. Then, I pull out an invitation from my pocket. He takes it. His smile freezes when he sees the names on the invitation.

Alaric Thorn was just a blacksmith in the 12th century—a husband, a father, a simple man. Until the day everything was taken from him. His wife murdered. His daughters stolen. And he himself slaughtered, powerless to protect the people he loved. But death did not end his story. Dragged into a supernatural realm after dying, Alaric made a desperate bargain: power in exchange for completing a mission in the future. A mission he did not understand. He returned to Earth centuries later—only to realize his revenge no longer existed. Four hundred years had passed. His family long gone. Their killer long dead. And Alaric… could no longer die. Cursed with immortality, he wandered through ages and empires, trying every possible way to end his life—failing each time. All he wanted was to go back in time and fix what he had lost. But when he finally stepped into a time machine, fate betrayed him again. Instead of the past… Alaric was thrown into another realm entirely—a brutal world crawling with monsters, ancient races, and system-like powers. Here, strength must be earned through blood, each battle pushing him closer to awakening his true potential. In this realm, he is no longer just a wanderer. He is a rising lord. A conqueror. A man destined to build an empire strong enough to challenge a king— a king who bears the same name as the monster who destroyed his life on Earth. As Alaric fights beasts, defeats tyrants, and gathers allies and armies, he discovers the truth behind the mission he accepted centuries ago: To reclaim his fate… To break his immortal curse… To rewrite the destiny stolen from him… He must rise as the Immortal King. The true master of the Dark Realm he was fated to rule.

Mi hermana, María Sánchez, que siempre despreciaba la escuela, de pronto quiso presentar el examen para la universidad y les pidió a mis papás que me casaran con el hijo de un alto mando militar; a cambio, el general pondría el dinero para su carrera, un “apoyo” disfrazado de arreglo. Entonces supe que ella también había renacido. En la vida pasada, a María los libros le daban flojera: salió de la prepa y se casó con el hijo del comandante de zona, con un arreglo generoso de por medio. Luego a Bruno lo cambiaron a la frontera norte, a una Zona Militar pegada a nogales; a ella le repugnó el entorno y se negó a irse con la tropa. Yo, en cambio, terminé la universidad a puro trabajo y ahorro, entré a una dependencia pública con plaza base y me volví, por fin, capitalina de verdad. Ya metida en la vida castrense, María empezó a cobrar mordidas usando el nombre del suegro general. Lo metió en broncas con los de arriba; la Contraloría de la Militar lo bajó de puesto sin miramientos y, al final, la suegra la corrió de la casa. Tras el divorcio, la engancharon con una “asesoría” para invertir en la Bolsa de Valores; vino el desplome y quemó los ahorros de jubilación de mis papás. Sin salida, se me pegó y, cuchillo en mano, me obligó a entregarle mis ahorros y mi casa “para levantarse otra vez”. En el jaloneo me dio doce puñaladas. Me desangré. Cuando abrí los ojos otra vez, estaba de vuelta al principio: mi hermana les pedía a mis papás que me casaran con Bruno. Yo acepté encantada y me di de baja de la prepa de inmediato.

Nara mendapatkan peran utama dalam sebuah sandiwara. Anehnya, naskah sandiwara itu terasa sangat familiar, seperti menceritakan kembali kejadian-kejadian yang ada dalam hidupnya. Selama latihan, Nara merasa ada yang aneh dengan adegan dan dialog sandiwara tampak berhubungan langsung dengan masa lalunya, yang selama ini dia coba lupakan. Dia mulai merasa seperti hidupnya sedang dipentaskan. Nara mencari tahu lebih dalam dan menemukan bahwa sandiwara ini adalah penggambaran dari kejadian nyata dalam hidupnya, termasuk rahasia keluarga yang disembunyikan. Ada orang-orang di sekitarnya yang terlibat, termasuk Aksara, yang ternyata tahu lebih banyak dari yang seharusnya. Saat malam pementasan, Nara dihadapkan pada pilihan: mengikuti jalannya sandiwara yang akan mengungkap rahasia kelam, atau mengubah alur cerita untuk menghindari kehancuran di dunia nyata.

The Mad Donna He Never Really Married For three years, I was Donna of the rising Valenti family. One day, Enzo was holding a meeting at a private cigar club. I worried about his stomach issues, so I went to bring him his usual antacids. Standing outside the private room, I heard his men laughing. “Don Enzo, are you really going to keep Clara hidden away at the Silver Lake villa forever?” “That mad Moretti heiress in the main house is still parading around as Donna of the Valenti family.” Enzo rubbed the bridge of his nose and scoffed. “If she hadn’t taken a bullet to the head for me and gone insane, and if I hadn’t desperately needed her family’s capital, I never would have married a woman with no blood ties to the life.” “But Clara is my legal wife. The family trust, the marriage certificate at City Hall, it’s all in her name.” “Stella’s just a plaything I keep at the main house. Once Clara gives birth to an heir, I’ll bring her home for good.” My knuckles turned white as I squeezed the small box of medicine, the cardboard crumpling in my hand. He had exchanged blood oaths and rings with me in the church, yet it was Clara who had signed the papers at City Hall. He played me for a fool, all to keep Clara’s reputation clean. Clutching the box, I turned and melted back into the shadows. He had no idea my sanity had returned three days ago. He would never guess I had already sent an encrypted message to my brother, who runs a business empire from our home in Solaria, far across the sea. I was done with this goddamn Valenti title.

Tres meses después de que mi esposo, Josiah Erikson, desapareciera en un accidente de esquí, lo vi en un bar. Él reía a carcajada limpia, con un brazo envuelto naturalmente alrededor de los hombros de su «mejor amiga», Mónica Jones. —Menos mal que se les ocurrió esta idea. Casi había olvidado cómo se siente la libertad. Uno tras otro, sus amigos chocan sus copas con él y le preguntan cuándo planea reaparecer. Bajó la mirada y lo pensó antes de decir: —En una semana. Apareceré cuando ella se haya vuelto completamente loca buscándome. De pie entre las sombras, lo vi saborear su libertad, y entonces llamé a mi amiga que trabaja en la oficina estatal de registros civiles.