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Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

It was our seventh anniversary. Christopher Quinton proposed to me with nothing but a ring pull. He got his true love a house. When I said no, he rebuked me like I was some sort of gold digger. "I thought my love for you was worth more than anything money could buy. I only got Rachel that house to pay her back for all she did for me. I can't believe you thought I still loved her. You disappoint me." I broke up with him and tossed the ring pull into the bin. Then, I walked off. The next day, Christopher took away my position as VP and told everyone he was getting engaged to Rachel. … Five years later, we ran into each other at a charity horserace. He was a successful businessman, and the woman beside him was Rachel, all dressed in custom-made clothes. I was dressed in janitor attire and stuffing plastic bottles into my woven bag. He mocked, "Look at you, Queenie Dean. Scavenging for a living. Bet you didn't see this coming when you ditched me, did you?" I ignored him. My son had run off, and I had to look for him. The boy noticed the plastic bottles that were strewn across the ground, and he insisted that we stay back to finish his social practice activity here.

When my father's business collapsed, he racked up an astronomical debt to the Andor family. And when they finally came knocking, he did what no loving parent should ever do—he collateralized me, his only daughter, handing me over to Cassian before vanishing off the face of the earth. For ten long years, I stayed by Cassian Andor's side. He treated me with a tenderness so indulgent it bordered on worship. There was nothing I asked for that he would not give; there was no whim of mine he would not entertain. Everyone in our world knew me as his princess. I grew up believing with certainty that once I came of age, he would sweep me into his arms, march me down the aisle, and make me his wife. But reality—cold, brutal, and as dazzlingly cruel as the world we lived in—had other plans. Instead of the ring I had dreamed of, Cassian gifted a breathtaking pink diamond—the very symbol of eternal devotion—to his assistant, Heidi Torres. As if that wasn't betrayal enough, he threw a lavish celebration in her honor, a veritable explosion of flowers. He knew I was deathly allergic to pollen. Yet he still left me stranded there, drowning in a sea of blossoms. Eventually, I collapsed in a violent asthma attack, gasping and clawing for air, teetering on the edge of consciousness. And Cassian? He merely tightened his hold around Heidi in his arms and cast me a cold glance. "Your allergies have been fine for ages," he said with a sneer. "Why the sudden drama today? Don't tell me you're faking it." At that moment, as I lay there humiliated and struggling to breathe, I realized there were exactly seven days left until my twentieth birthday since when I could register a marriage.

Hidup bertetangga tidaklah mudah. Dania, seorang mamah muda yang cerdas, tetapi ingin selalu di atas. Tanpa disengaja, ia bertetangga dengan Khamila, orang yang pernah merebut calon suaminya. Mereka perang status di sosmed dan akibatnya terjadilah berbagai masalah. Tidak hanya itu, tetangga yang lain pun sama saja, ada yang saling menyindir dan mengergosip. Akhirnya terjadilah perang dingin. Bagaimana kisah mereka? Cerita ini lain dari oada yang lain. Yuk follow akunku dan subscribe ceritaku ini.

"I didn't plan on falling in love with someone else." 'Yan ang salitang hinding-hindi makakalimutan ni Gilliane dahil sa isang pangyayaring nag-iwan ng malalim na sugat sa kanyang puso. Pagkatapos siyang takbuhan ng lalaking mapapangasawa niya sana sa araw ng kanilang kasal, sa harap ng altar at napakaraming tao. Nang nangyari 'yon ay doon niya natutunan na walang kasiguraduhan ang anumang bagay sa mundo. That true love is not measured by how long you are together because in the end, it all just doesn't matter when the person you love the most gave up and find another woman and leave you before your eyes. Pagkatapos ng lahat nang delubyong nangyari sa kasal niya ay napilitan siyang sumama sa matalik na kaibigan pabalik ng Pilipinas para paghilumin ang sugat. Nagtungo siya sa bar gabi-gabi and her bestfriend was aftraid she would self-destruct. Sa unang bar na napuntahan ay nakilala ni Gilliane ang isang napakaguwapong lalaki. They even talk without giving each others name and number. Nang sumunod uling gabi, sa ibang bar ay muli silang nagkita nang hindi sinasadya. Nakailang beses silang nagtagpo kahit na hindi nila pinag-uusapang magkita. Naisip niya na waring pinagtatagpo sila ng tadhana. Pero dahil sariwa pa kay Gilliane ang nangyaring pang-iiwan sa kanya ng kanyang long-time boyfriend, ayaw niya munang mapaugnay sa kahit na sino mang lalaki. She stopped going in the bars and chose to stay at home. Ngunit waring talagang tadhana na ang gumagawa ng paraan para magkita sila ng lalaki dahil muli silang nagkita sa loob ng operating room. The man was Dr. Sebastian Villaraza, isang mahusay na surgeon sa bagong ospital na pagtatrabahuhan ni Gillian. A Ano kaya ang nais ipahiwatig sa kanya ng tadhana sa kanilang muling pagkikita ng napakaguwapong surgeon na ito?

In a sleepy town in the outskirts of Massachusetts, a young woman is suspected of murder. When handsome young men begin to disappear and their mutilated bodies discovered, they all had one thing in common: she was the last one who saw them alive. Could the seemingly innocent and beautiful woman be capable of murder? Or do her scarlet lips and seductive gaze know more than they let on?

(18+) CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT “A HUMAN. . .” he mused, scanning every feature of my face, carving them into his memory. "Jisoo." He breathed my name, making me resist the urge to shiver. I raised my eyebrows at the undeniably handsome man in front of me and crossed my arms, then shook my head, "I was supposed to make 10 million today!" I whined at the loss of my company. "Humans and their greed!" He grunted, walking away. JISOO KWON, a strong and independent twenty-seven-year-old woman, who was the CEO and founder of her company, lived her life confidently as she expanded her company; her empire. Little did she know her life would take an unexpected turn, forcing her to run away from home; from the company she built with her every breath, only to run into a creature, one that was believed to be a myth at that. While she always fancied dragons, treasuring them as her favorite mythology creature, she never imagined actually meeting one, let alone being one’s mate. But there’s no way that's possible, right? However, she's proved wrong, by her mate nonetheless. TRISTEN SLADE is a determined, yet surprisingly kind dragon prince-- but only to his kind. He was always harsh towards humans, it was their very existence that forced dragons to run and hide within the shadows and caves, the once powerful and majestic creatures, now long forgotten. His only mission was to find the Heart of Magic, a gem that would return his kind to their original glory, but when a certain little human practically runs into his arms, scared, terrified and lost, he's brought into something anew...and beautiful. Will this forbidden toxic love save both kinds? Or will it destroy them both? After all, it was one impossible love.. Cover by @.SeashelI on quotev.

"Kamu tak berpikir jika aku akan membantumu secara percuma bukan?" Seketika raut wajah Arinda terlihat menegang, dia kembali mendongak menatap wajah Zayn. Arinda menelan ludah, seketika harapan yang sempat tergambar jelas di wajahnya hilang berganti dengan raut wajah pucat pasi. Apa? Apa yang Zayn inginkan sebenarnya? Sedangkan itu, Zayn tersenyum dalam hati melihat itu. Ah, ini sepertinya akan menyenangkan. Bahkan dia belum mengatakannya dan gadis itu sudah terlihat ketakutan. "Apa? Apa yang kamu inginkan dariku? Aku bahkan sudah tidak memiliki apa-apa lagi?" tanya Arinda serak, terdengar malang. Zayn mengangguk-angguk percaya. Dia kemudian menatap dalam bola mata Arinda yang basah. Tatapan yang seolah mengunci Arinda. "Tubuhmu, kamu masih memilikinya bukan?" bisik Zayn di depan wajah Arinda. Kemudian dia tarik wajahnya menjauh, melihat bagaimana reaksi gadis itu dan betapa puasnya dia saat mendapati wajah cantik itu kini memerah.

" Jadi, ayo kita buat cerita hari ini, supaya bisa dikenang dikemudian hari" Kamu benar, cerita hari ini akan kembali dikenang, bahkan oleh diriku sendiri. Kali ini dunia tidak salah, aku yang salah. Arinda, gadis 15 tahun yang dibutakan oleh cinta seorang lelaki yang bahkan belum ia kenal dengan benar. Dia sibuk memperbaiki dirinya untuk lelaki yang bahkan tak menghargai nya sedikit pun.

“Sometimes the devil doesn’t come to destroy you—he comes to finish what love couldn’t.” --- I saw a woman at the ballroom. Average height, stunning, sexy rose lips, black wavy hair, eyes sharp as spear, solid black heel higher than a new pencil. A long indigo dress that reminds you of the sea – my favourite. Then the v-cut from the foot of the dress to the damn hip. Crazy black designs all over. But now one thing is missing— her mask. I, Rafael Goldman, am known for having everything I want, no matter what it is, and getting the sweetheart of late Eric McCoy would be a thing worth my while... Especially if this particular person is exactly like my miha. --- LATER I held my balance on Preston; his thrusts punched the air from my lungs, another made my vision spark white. I screamed his name into the steam, my hair soaked, water dancing off my eyelashes. He fucked me like atonement, like penance, like the only god he believed in lived between my thighs. He groaned against my throat and it sent shivers down my spine. I saw his pupils in mine, holding the gaze steady. He cupped my cheek and gave me an aggressive kiss before I broke it, forcing his head to my neck. He kissed my throat, teeth scraping the pulse that was trying to kill me. I laughed softly, ragged and vicious, and bit his lip until I tasted blood. That particular finger staggered back to my cunt again and forced its way into my pussy while his dick was still inside, grinding me. Suddenly his left hand came over my mouth, cupping it firm, blocking my screams. --- Content Trigger Warning !! Contains BDSM, violence, sex, strong language, misogyny which may upset some viewers... ---