روايات وقصص ضمن Ride Or Die The President's Regret Chinese Drama

His bloodshot eyes grew even redder, filled with sorrow and disbelief. “Kate! Look at me! You’re saying you don’t recognize me? I’m Max, your husband!” He pulled out a flower-shaped ring and tried to slip it onto my finger. “This is the wedding ring I designed for you. You promised you'd never take it off. I know I messed up before. I regret it all, Kate. Please come home with me. I swear, I’ll help you remember everything. Everything we had before…” His voice cracked with desperation. His regret felt real, and his eyes brimmed with raw emotion. However, I just stared at him—cold, distant, and completely wary.

"Clean and dress her properly. Have her buried before morning, quietly, in the east grounds. No announcement. No ceremony. Nothing that draws attention to the timing." Harlan nodded once. "Understood, Alpha." I looked at Vivian one final time. Whatever she had been… whatever she had done, whatever she had schemed, whatever small vicious calculations she had made in the hours and days and months leading up to this moment… she had not deserved to die on a metal table in a private room with no one who loved her present. Grief was a luxury I could not afford until I understood what had happened. I turned and walked out of the examination suite, pulling the door shut behind me.

He steps closer, his eyes threatening: "I'm saying this one last time. Tell her! Three days! Only three days! If she doesn't show up, I'll cut off all medical support and protection for her grandmother! Let the old woman die waiting for treatment!" The owner opens his mouth to explain, but Lucien cuts him off with a wave. "Shut up! Do as I say! Either she shows up, or... start preparing that old woman's funeral!" With that, Lucien turns and strides out. The door slams behind him. The owner watches him disappear around the corner, shakes his head, and sighs to the empty counter: "There is no grandmother... the woman passed away soon after Serafine did... without our medicine and protection. T

He said, his eyes locked on the rogue, “But a good warrior doesn’t abandon his team. A real warrior dies with honor, not in cowardice.” The rogue’s eyes widened in terror as Alpha Czar lifted his hand, his claws slowly elongating, turning into deadly weapons. The rogue barely had time to comprehend what was happening before he struck. With lightning speed, Alpha Czar’s claws slashed through the rogue’s neck, severing veins and spilling blood onto the floor. The rogue gasped for breath, his hands flying to his throat, but it was too late. He collapsed in a lifeless heap at his Alpha's feet.

Seeing Long Xia's face reminded Long Chen of his own past, of being abandoned by his parents. "Do you want to die?" Long Chen asked coldly. "Do you want to kill me? Then do it! I am ready to die for you as long as you don't make a big mistake in your life!" Zai Yu replied seriously and firmly. He was ready to die if Long Chen wanted him to die, but he couldn't let the ruler of his palace make a mistake that might cause him to fall into lifelong regret. So, he thought it was better for him to die than for Long Xia to die at Long Chen's hands.

He wanted to punch the corpse and knock it away from him and his mother, but he couldn’t do anything. The only thing that President Chang and her son could do was hold hands and pray not to be killed. Both Kevin and his mother had their eyes shut. President Chang tried to imagine that she and her son were somewhere else. She tried to imagine that she and Kevin were somewhere happier. It was difficult for the president to ignore her husband’s dried-up resurrected corpse snapping its teeth in her face. She tried to stay positive by believing that if she and her son died tonight, at least they would be reunited with her husband in heaven. President Chang didn’t want to die. She didn’t want her

I stayed exactly where he left me, wrapped in his jacket like some trembling little Luna— And the moment he took the first step away, my whole body relaxed. The terror on my face melted off like cheap paint. A smile curled up slowly and hungrily. Go on, Lumian. Go prove your worth. Go die for the woman who does love you. I moved to the doorway and leaned against the frame, watching his back disappear, knife clutched in his hand. Two kings walking toward each other with murder in their hearts… and not one of them realises. I’m the one in control. Let them fight. Let them bleed.

Adrian’s POV The drive to the factory blurred past in a haze of flashing lights and sirens. All I could hear was the echo of the officer’s voice: Her DNA was found at the scene. I gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The city looked unfamiliar through the early dawn fog, washed out and unreal, as if the world itself had lost color.

Kwon Li-Mei was excited about it, because of the drama, she chosen Yang Corps and not Pan holdings Inc. "That was my favourite drama of all time!" Liang Shing couldn't help it, but he also expressed his love for the drama. However, Wang Yi-An was simple as she said with little expression, "I don't have time to watch dramas." They all looked at Wang Yi-An in silent, saying nothing else, they continued as they got off the elevator, the doors opened to reveal the busy office of Yang Corps. Each person was busy doing their job, most were on the computer typing, while somebody else was on a call line. The atmosphere was overall chaotic, and standing to the side chattering away was the Art Directo

"System, you said that if I failed the mission, I would die on my birthday. What is the actual cause of death going to be?" "According to the findings, death resulted from organ failure." No wonder the symptoms were finally manifesting so aggressively as my birthday drew closer. Discovering that my eyes were open, the three of them instantly abandoned the doctors and rushed to my bedside. "How are you feeling?" Leonard asked, his voice trembling with panic. Adam sat stiffly on the edge of the mattress, staring down at me with an unreadable expression. He reached out to touch my cheek. I summoned every ounce of strength I had left and slapped his hand away. However, I was still too weak to pu