Sablon Plastik Roll

Ketika suamiku datang ke tempat pemulihan pasca persalinan untuk menemaniku, terapis pasca persalinan yang selalu tidak banyak bicara tiba-tiba menjadi antusias dan bersemangat. Awalnya, dia memuji suamiku yang tinggi dan tampan. Dia masih muda, tetapi sudah menjadi manajer umum perusahaan. Kemudian, dia berasumsi bahwa aku bisa menikah dengan orang kaya dengan mengandalkan operasi plastik yang aku lakukan. Ketika dia melakukan pijat laktasi kepadaku, dia juga menasihatiku bahwa aku tidak bisa memberikan asi kepada anakku karena aku menggunakan implan di payudara, karena itu tidak baik untuk bayi. Aku terlalu malas untuk meladeninya, jadi berdiskusi dengan suamiku tentang nama anak kami nanti. Suamiku mengatakan bahwa ini adalah anak pertama kami, jadi dia harus memikirkannya dengan baik. Namun, terapis pasca persalinan berseru, "Ah, Kak, bukankah sebelum ini kamu sudah pernah melahirkan?"

Sara finds herself watching her youngest move away and it leaves her feeling completely all alone. However, that night, she goes to the store and ends up meeting Sam, a man from her past. After she finally realizes just who he is, she welcomes him into her life. Sam hides the fact that he is a rich Billionaire who wants her for more than a leisure roll in the hay, so he waits to see if she is still the girl he knew as a kid. Does he ever tell her and make her the happiest woman in the world? Or do they part their ways before she finds out just how rich he is now?

“Let him go right now.” Wait a second, did he just call me him? And then it hit again! Over here, I am a HE, not a SHE. Idris, not Irish. Before you roll your eyes and use the F words, this is my story, not yours. They said when life throws you lemons, you make lemonade, but I made a whole juice. Being in this college with not just a different name, but a different sex, is chaos on its own, one I’m fully embarked on. “Desperate times require drastic decisions.” I took those words way too seriously. How I plan to survive this journey is totally up to me. Will I be caught? That’s up to you to find out.

Mila Carter is from a family who are bound by the rules of a strict society. Mila is forced to marry Vincent Delmont, the next head of the society. Due to some instances, the wedding is held back and Mila’s father will do anything to stop the wedding. Her father commits a grievous crime to stir a war between the two families. Three years later Mila is back where it all began and forced again into marriage to Vincent who is now head. Follow this exciting dark romance between Mila and Vincent. Vincent “Vincent,” I heard my name roll out of her sweet mouth, the root of all problems. The daughter my parents were sacrificed for. I could hear her heart racing and I loved the fear she displayed.

Danu pulang membawa satu kantong plastik daging setelah merantau selama delapan bulan. Widia--istri Danu--diperintahkan oleh suaminya untuk langsung memasak daging bawaannya. Widia sempat bertanya daging apa yang dibawa oleh Danu. Suaminya tak lantas memberi tahu. Widia pun tetap harus memasak meski tidak mengetahui daging apa yang akan ia rebus. Widia tak sengaja memergoki suaminya berdesis di depan panci sup daging dengan menyebut nama wanita yang dikabarkan hilang selama delapan bulan. Tentu saja, Widia terlonjak kaget dan lantas menyimpulkan bahwa itu adalah daging misterius yang perlu diselidiki. Setelah Widia menemukan bukti-bukti terkait kejanggalan daging tersebut. Ia pun berniat untuk menyelidiki dan mengungkap kejahatan apa yang telah dilakukan suaminya selama di perantauan. Sekaligus berusaha pergi meninggalkan suami yang sering berprilaku kasar terhadapnya. Mampukah Widia membuktikan bahwa suaminya adalah orang seorang penjahat? Berhasilkah Widia melepaskan diri belenggy kekejaman suaminya?

Clara stood in the middle of the glass room with her transparent clothes, holding back her embarrassment while trying to cover her body with both hands. There were cheers from outside the glass room and naughty looks from the hungry men. "1 million," "5 million," "7 million," Everyone placed a bet on Clara at a fairly low price, tears kept going to roll down Clara's rosy cheeks. Her body was almost shaky and she couldn't meet everyone's eyes, she was like a kitten amidst a hungry lion. "50 million," A man's voice that surprised her made their eyes meet. A most dangerous mafia chief raises his betting cards and shocks everyone. Steven looked at Clara with a grin, as if he was ready to eat Clara alive. His eyes were sharp like a wolf's, and it was him.

The powerful Stratton family, a tech industry titan, claimed I was their long-lost son. They brought me back from my remote mountain sanctuary. However, when I arrived, my father accused me of peddling superstition and called me a fraud. My adopted brother, the false heir, spread rumors that I was practicing dark magic and cursing the family. My uncle sided with him. He put on a serious face as he warned me. “Ethan, the Stratton family built this empire on technology. If you insist on this occult nonsense, you’ll leave us with no choice but to disown you!” Confronted with their ignorant ridicule and malicious setup, I felt the urge to roll my eyes. I thought. “Whoever said I came back to reconnect? I came down from that mountain to save your lives! Are you really too blind to see everything is about to come crashing down in your family?”

Five years working with the Devil was hell on earth. After five years and six months, Lia has finally saved enough money to resign as the devil’s secretary and pursue her own dream as a baker. But when the gorgeous billionaire boss wouldn’t let her go, Lia didn’t know what to do. Had he liked her work ethics so much, he couldn’t let her out? But then, Troy Sanford offered her what probably was an entirely different course she never thought she could take. “Marry me, Lia. Marry me so I can get this business deal.” Lia couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Of course, the proposal wasn’t for a real marriage. It was still basically a business proposal. But was it, really?

***The cover is taken from Google*** I wince when my bangles dig into my skin,forcing a smile,hoping my boredom didn't show in my movements. I inwardly roll my eyes when my father makes introductions. What lame crap. They obviously know each other. Why make intros? I hiss when my sister steps on my foot,making me looking up. I glance at a middle aged couple, freezing when I made eye contact with an all too familiar grinning face, my vision landing next to her, hoping it was just a bad dream, my heart stopping and finally turning into an icicle when I stared into eyes of the most unexpected person, the person looking back at me, but not quite acknowledging me.

My fiance's precious childhood crush, Amber Sweeney, was in a political union with the infamous Julian Grant, heir to the Grant family empire and a notorious playboy. Unable to stand the thought of Amber being "sacrificed", Ryan Carter barged into her wedding to stop it. They registered their marriage that day, making headlines across the city. The whole of D.C.'s elite waited to watch me and the Grant family become the city's biggest joke. What they didn't expect was that on the very next day, Julian would roll up to my company in his high-key sports car, leaning against the hood like he had all the time in the world. "Your fiance stole my bride. You'll be repaying that debt by marrying me. Fair trade, right?" I stared at his blazing red hair and wild grin, and smiled back coolly. "Sounds fair to me."