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After I Died, My Daughter Dialed His Number

After I Died, My Daughter Dialed His Number

Five years after my death, my daughter, Emma, dialed Xander Green’s number. She cautiously asked, "Do you like my mom?" She was trying to get an answer to the question I once wrote in my diary. "Xander, do you like me?" Unexpectedly, the voice on the other end sneered, "Did your mom put you up to this? Using her own daughter like a pawn? What an unfaithful woman! She’s already with your dad, yet still trying to rekindle things with me?"
Short Story · Romance
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After I Died, My Ex-Husband Wept at My Grave

After I Died, My Ex-Husband Wept at My Grave

The day Eve Jones came back to town, Zac Gibson did not come home all night. The next day, I saw a post on her social media, showing a photo of two hands tightly intertwined, along with Zac’s peaceful, childlike sleeping face. When he finally came home, he threw divorce papers at me and said, "You’ve been standing in Eve’s place this whole time. Now that she’s back, it’s time for you to move on." It did not matter anymore. I was not going to live much longer anyway. Whoever wanted the title of "Mrs. Gibson" could have it. Later, I died. But Zac cried at my grave, kneeling, promising he would never hold anyone else’s hand again.
Short Story · Romance
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My Sister Faked Her Death and Returned After I Died

My Sister Faked Her Death and Returned After I Died

At the age when I should have been attending university, I was framed by my biological parents and sent to prison. My sister had been cruelly killed by her kidnappers when she tried to save me, and they blamed me for her death. On the day of my release, I was kidnapped and had one of my ears cut off. When I found the opportunity, I immediately called my father, asking him to save me. Instead, he snapped, saying, “You’re no longer my son! Don’t contact me!” I was then burned alive. After I died, my sister returned. However, when my parents found out that the charred corpse was mine, the family crumbled.
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Lima Tahun Sebelum Tragedi Pernikahanku

Lima Tahun Sebelum Tragedi Pernikahanku

"Hiks ... hiks ... sakittt, Tuan. Tolong hentikan," cicit Kinan lirih. "Sakit katamu? Ini nikmat, Sayang. Gak kusangka kamu senikmat ini," ucap Saka dengan tatapan liarnya. Kinan Pratiwi terpaksa melewati malam pertamanya sebagai alat penebus hutang suaminya. Dia harus melayani pria hidung belang bernama Saka Bramana di malam pernikahannya. Usai melalui malam jahanam itu, Kinan melarikan diri dari rumah Saka. Malang, dia malah terjatuh ke jurang. Harusnya Kinan meninggal, tetapi atas izin Tuhan, Kinan kembali mengulangi masa hidupnya. Dia kembali ke lima tahun sebelum kejadian itu berlangsung. Kinan bertemu ayah ibunya yang masih hidup dan berencana merekonstruksi ulang takdirnya. Sayangnya Kinan malah bertemu Saka dan hanya jika menikah dengan pria itu dia bisa memperbaiki takdirnya yang kelam. Kinan terpaksa berdamai dengan hatinya, melupakan kejahatan Saka di masa depan dan dengan perlahan mengubah takdirnya. Tanpa Kinan ketahui ada rahasia besar yang disembunyikan Saka yang bisa merubah segalanya termasuk penilaian Kinan padanya. Bagaimana cara Kinan mengubah takdirnya dan siapa sebenarnya Saka? Apa dia akan melindungi Kinan atau sama halnya dengan suami Kinan sebelumnya? Ikuti kelanjutan ceritanya hanya di sini. Jangan lupa subcribe, folow, dan tinggalkan jejak kalian di kolom review. Makasih. Happy reading.
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I Died The Day He Won The Championship

I Died The Day He Won The Championship

My boyfriend Julian is a chess grandmaster, a genius. At sixteen, he became the youngest grandmaster in North American history. I gave him ten years of my life, but a ring was never on the table. But when he reached the pinnacle of his career and won the Grand Slam, he still refused to break the pact he'd made with his family about his career. "According to my plan, I'm not considering marriage or any other form of long-term commitment until all my goals are achieved." I didn't argue with him. I quietly packed his luggage for the World Championship and wished him the best. He had no idea that at the very moment he was lifting the championship trophy with the world watching, I was dragging my failing body to sign my own name on a euthanasia consent form.
Short Story · Romance
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After I Died, My Husband Suddenly Began to Love Me

After I Died, My Husband Suddenly Began to Love Me

One week after my death, my husband, Christopher Ford, was making love on our bed with his one true love. His face showed pure satisfaction. "Finally, I don’t have to deal with that bar hostess anymore." Later, he held my belongings, weeping with regret. "Phoebe, why haven’t you come back?" It seemed he had forgotten that he had already pushed me to my death that night. I was forced to donate my bone marrow to his one true love, and I died, along with our unborn child.
Short Story · Romance
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Quand l’amour et la haine s’effacent, reste l’adieu

Quand l’amour et la haine s’effacent, reste l’adieu

Après l'incendie, je n'ai plus empêché mon fiancé d'aller sauver sa petite nièce. Je l'ai simplement regardé se précipiter dans les flammes, jusqu'à être englouti par le feu. Dans ma vie précédente, le jour de notre mariage, un incendie avait éclaté à l'hôtel. Mon fiancé et moi avions réussi à nous échapper à temps, mais sa petite nièce, sans lien de sang avec lui, était restée prisonnière. Les flammes étaient trop violentes. Alors que mon fiancé voulait s'élancer pour la sauver, je l'avais retenu de toutes mes forces. Quand le feu avait été éteint, il ne restait plus rien du corps de sa petite nièce. Mon fiancé disait qu'il ne m'en voulait pas, mais le jour de notre troisième anniversaire de mariage, il avait acheté deux billets de plongée pour moi et mon fils. À cent mètres sous l'eau, il avait arraché nos tuyaux d'oxygène avec un rictus cruel. « Puisque tu m'as empêché de sauver Élina ce jour-là, tu aurais dû payer de ta vie. » Je pleurais en lui criant que notre fils était innocent, mais il s'était détourné sans un regard en arrière. Mon fils et moi étions morts asphyxiés. Ce n'est qu'après ma mort que j'avais compris : Mon fiancé avait toujours aimé passionnément sa nièce sans lien de sang. Il me haïssait de l'avoir empêché de la sauver et de l'avoir privé à jamais de son amour. Quand j'ai rouvert les yeux, j'étais revenue au jour de l'incendie…
Short Story · Renaissance
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Tragedy of the African Cinderella (BlackBook 3)

Tragedy of the African Cinderella (BlackBook 3)

Out of side don't mean out of mind. Nora lives a typical Cinderella existence; two stepsisters and a stepmother who despise the sight of her. Ace Woods, an epitome of extravagance, capriciousness, insolence, and disrespect finds himself in an unfamiliar continent of the world doing what he knows best; get his parent's attention. But an enchanted night, An awful event that occurred at Cinderella's curfew, scars a memory for as long as you can navigate into THE TRAGEDY OF THE AFRICAN CINDERELLA.
Romance
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Kematian Tragisku Menyadarkan Kakakku

Kematian Tragisku Menyadarkan Kakakku

Saat tubuhku dimutilasi, aku berusaha untuk menelepon kakakku. Ketika aku hampir kehilangan kesadaran, dia menjawab panggilan dengan kesal. "Ada apa lagi?" "Kak, tolong ...." Sebelum aku selesai berbicara, dia sudah menyelaku. "Kenapa kamu begitu suka berulah? Pesta ulang tahun Yeri akan diadakan pada akhir bulan. Kalau kamu nggak datang, aku akan menghabisimu!" Setelah berkata demikian, dia langsung mengakhiri panggilan. Aku sudah tidak sanggup menahan rasa sakit dan memejamkan mata untuk selamanya, air mata masih mengalir dari sudut mataku. Kak, kamu tidak perlu membunuhku, aku sudah mati.
Short Story · Realistis
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Les Larmes de l’Obsidienne

Les Larmes de l’Obsidienne

Dans une ville où le temps semble s’effriter comme la cendre, Naïa, une restauratrice d’œuvres d’art, découvre une légende oubliée : celle d’un amour brisé par la malédiction d’un bijou ancien, une obsidienne aussi noire que la nuit. Au fil de ses recherches, elle croise le chemin de Raven, un homme à la beauté étrange et aux yeux hantés. Il prétend être le dernier descendant d’une lignée maudite. Chaque femme qu’il aime finit par mourir, sa vie aspirée par l’obsidienne. Naïa n’y croit pas… jusqu’à ce qu’elle commence à ressentir d’étranges symptômes : des vertiges, des visions d’un passé qui n’est pas le sien, et une douleur glaciale à chaque fois que Raven s’approche. Leur passion est irrépressible, mais à chaque baiser, elle sent une part d’elle-même s’effacer. Raven tente de fuir, de la repousser, mais Naïa s’accroche. Elle découvre alors que la seule façon de briser la malédiction est de plonger dans les souvenirs d’une époque révolue, où tout a commencé : une ancienne trahison, un amour sacrifié, une vengeance gravée dans la pierre noire. Mais la malédiction a un prix. Pour se libérer, quelqu’un doit disparaître… L’amour peut-il survivre à l’oubli ?
Paranormal
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