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**THE ACCORM** Chapter 1# Dorian is a princess of the ACCORM legion but she had to abandon everything in order not to be tied with someone she despise and do not love. What would be her fate?. #Mysterious death of two photo artist in a forest took forever to be unraveled and the cause of death?, well you would have to find out. Chapter 2# Johnson is a special person right from his childhood but would be faced with different trials. He would have to make sacrifices for others along the way. Marpha "The prime ruler" he is the father of Dorian, he lost his wife during child birth, at a point he went missing. What really happened, is he dead? Let's see #Darius is the adviser of Marpha and the grandfather of Dorian. He holds unto a prophecy given by the moon. Come find out!!!

“Jauhi suamiku! Aku tahu kamu lebih faham bagaimana seharusnya bertindak karena kamu mendapatkan pendidikan di pondok pesantren selama 8 tahun lamanya. Jauhi suamiku!” pinta Rika pada Nisa dengan tatapan tajam. “Aku mengakui bahwa aku salah, akan tetapi suami Mbak Rika terlebih dulu yang mendekatiku dengan intens, sekuat apa pun aku menolak, akan tetapi Mas Dani selalu merayu sehingga akhirnya pertahanan hatiku runruh,” jawab Nisa tak ingin kalah dan tak mau disalahkan. “Tapi Mas Dani tetaplah suamiku, dan kamu bukanlah siapa-siapanya!” Rika menegaskan lagi pada Nisa dengan tatapan sinis penuh kebencian. (Cover by Canva. photo on pexel by Feyza-altun free for commercial use)

“She’s just a sweet, simple girl. It was never going to last anyway.” Maddison Carter’s ideal graduation day was a ruined disaster that left her broken and abandoned. That was, until a voice…a powerful one, provided a dangerous offer to her: “I can show you a life of a completely different kind.” So she stepped into CEO Grant Harrison’s world; the thrilling, dangerous world that was filled with corporate giants and hidden enemies of the billionaire. When a scandalous photo is about to ruin her, Grant makes a shocking announcement in public that shakes everywhere. Now, Maddison is being hunted by a past that won’t stay buried. Can Maddison go from a heartbroken Top of the class graduate to a Top CEO who can save her empire and the family she never expected to have?

On the eve of our wedding, Olivia Smith tells me that she wants to attend a bachelorette party. Not wanting to disappoint her, I agree to let her go. I even tell her to not drink that much at the party. She leaves a kiss on my cheek bashfully and tells me that she will make me the happiest man tomorrow. But on the next day, I can't reach OIivia via phone at all. Instead, I notice a post her childhood friend, Aiden Jones, has uploaded to his Instagram feed. "Tomorrow, you'll become another man's wife. Please let me claim you one last time." There's a close-up photo of two people smushing their cheeks together. After putting down my phone quietly, I inform everyone that the wedding has been canceled.

As the upcoming tour approached, the dance troupe suddenly revoked my position as the lead dancer. Anxious to get an explanation in person, I lost my footing due to my distracted state and tumbled down the stairs. While enduring the sharp pain and preparing to call for emergency services, a notification popped up on my phone screen: “Redwood Dance Troupe: Welcome our new lead dancer, Averil Wells, and our generous sponsor, Julian Ford." The accompanying photo featured two smiling faces—my husband of seven years, whom I had secretly married, and his pampered mistress. Julian had his arm wrapped around Averil's waist as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Meanwhile, Averil clung to Julian's neck, her face radiating shyness and delight.

My husband, Lawrence Schwartz, and I were both liars. He lied to me, saying he would forget his first love, yet his phone is filled with photos of her. I lied to him, saying I would never leave, while secretly planning a future without him. A month ago, I tricked Lawrence into signing the divorce papers. Today was the final day to complete the entire divorce process.. Three hours left. I packed all my luggage and bought a plane ticket for the next day. Two hours left. I cut up every photo of us together, leaving only myself in the album. Last hour. I thought about leaving a message, then decided against it. Today marked the tenth year I had loved him and the first day I left him.

I was lying in bed, scrolling on my phone with my pregnant belly heavy in front of me, when a local news alert popped up. 'Wife killed in suburban murder case. Husband stabbed her to death after she refused intimacy during pregnancy.' I clicked it open, only to realize the article was dated for tomorrow. And the killer's name? My husband's. At first, I thought it was some sick prank or a glitch on the site. But then I saw the photo attached to the piece: our wedding picture. My face had been completely blurred out. The moment my heart seized, the bedroom door creaked open. My husband stood there, licking his lips, his smile so chilling it made my blood run cold. "Honey, I want you tonight."

My husband finally keeps his promise to take me on a trip abroad after I've given birth to his child. However, he disappears the moment we get off the plane. I roam the foreign land alone, unable to reach him. Two hours later, I stumble upon his childhood sweetheart's social media update. It's a photo of her and my husband sweetly feeding each other ice cream. It's captioned, "Someone who cares about you has you in their heart wherever they are." After a long silence, I comment, "Now you can live in his heart forever." I walk away after leaving nothing but a divorce agreement behind. That's when my husband, who's always been cold and aloof, panics.

BLURB One night. One murder. One photo that changed everything. I was just a broke journalism student trying to survive college on caffeine, ramen, and late-night shifts, Until I saw him pull the trigger. Lucian Romano. Green eyes like a forest fire. A smile that promises sin. And a last name that owns half the city… and most of its corpses. He should’ve killed me. Instead, he gave me a choice: Delete the photo. Say nothing. Or become useful. Now, I’m his “eyes” inside the university, spying on dealers, dodging bullets, and trying not to fall for the killer who sees me as a pawn. But secrets don’t stay buried. And in this game of blood, betrayal, and stolen kisses… One wrong move, and I’m dead. Or worse, his…

My fiancée is a DINK. She lies to me about going abroad for a year to further her education—she's actually left to have a child with her childhood sweetheart. He shares a photo of her after she's given birth. It's captioned, "This is the world's best childhood sweetheart. My family's line shall continue!" I'm furious when I see their mutual friends leaving comments urging them to get married. I comment, "May you be together forever and end up with no descendants." My fiancée immediately calls me and snaps, "What the hell are you doing? I'm just fulfilling a promise I made to him during our childhood!" I hang up and call off the engagement. There's no point in continuing with this relationship!