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In the sixth year of my marriage with Zach Elroy, his workplace finally allocated us a small, two-room flat. I was overjoyed. I told our daughter she would finally have a bed of her own. But Zach said coldly, "This room is for Jennifer and her daughter. You and Kathy can keep sleeping on the floor." In my past life, we fought bitterly over it. He eventually gave in. But while I was away on a work trip, he went back on his word. He brought Jennifer Cross into our home and made our daughter, Kathy, sleep on the floor. That night, when Kathy came down with a high fever and cried out that she felt sick, he was reading Jennifer and her daughter a bedtime story. Our daughter passed away that night. Now, in this life, I calmly laid out the bedding on the floor and said, "Whatever."

The General Assembly, Recalling its relevant resolutions regarding the question of Palestine, Recalling also its relevant resolutions on the protection of civilians, including resolution 71/144 of 13 December 2016 on the status of the Protocols Additional to the Geneva Conventions of 1949 and relating to the protection of victims of armed conflicts, resolution 72/131 of 11 December 2017 on the safety and security of humanitarian personnel and protection of United Nations personnel and resolution 72/175 of 19 December 2017 on the safety of journalists and the issue of impunity, Recalling further the relevant reports of the Secretary-General, including the most recent report, of 14 May 2018, on the protection of civilians in armed conflict, Recalling all relevant resolutions of the Security Council, including, inter alia, resolutions 242 (1967) of 22 November 1967, 338 (1973) of 22 October 1973, 605 (1987) of 22 December 1987, 904 (1994) of 18 March 1994, 1397 (2002) of 12 March 2002, 1515 (2003) of 19 November 2003, 1544 (2004) of 19 May 2004, 1850 (2008) of 16 December 2008, 1860 (2009) of 8 January 2009 and 2334 (2016) of 23 December 2016,

Raisa Mahendra, seorang jaksa muda idealis, hidupnya penuh prinsip dan dingin terhadap cinta. Namun segalanya berubah saat dia ditugaskan menangani kasus besar yang menyeret nama Revan Aditya, mantan anggota pasukan elit yang kini menjadi pengusaha sukses—dan juga tersangka pembunuhan. Dalam pusaran hukum, konspirasi, dan pengkhianatan, benih-benih cinta mulai tumbuh. Tapi mampukah cinta bertahan di antara kebenaran dan keadilan?

Natasha Kristen Gonzaga, is a cheerful, beautiful, and smart girl. Being a child of renowned business tycoons, she was born with a golden spoon. Having a whole empire waiting for her. She has everything. Everything beautiful this world could offer. She was envied by most. Thinking she has the perfect life. But life, can never be perfect. It is not made perfect. She always feels unloved. And when she finally found someone who would love her, it was short lived. Her happiness was retrieved. That’s when she decided to stop searching for it. That it is not true. And it will never be… at least for her. She thought she already moved on. That all of what happened stayed at the past. But when she saw him again. All of the walls she built started crumbling to pieces. Would she allow it to happen? Would she let her walls break down and let him come in? Would she let her self believe in that word called ‘love’ again? Would she believe in his whispers? His whispers of forever?

A fierce woman who had spent years of fretting, due to her self problems. Someone who's an aelurophile and pluviophile. A businesswoman who owns a picturesque relaxing place located in the middle of a city. A man who suffered from PTSD due to one traumatic incident during his childhood. Someone who has two different types of phobias. Notwithstanding, he's someone who has looks, attitude, and a heart. Two different people. Two different personalities. Howbeit, both do relish a few of the same hobbies. Both have different problems within themselves. Been set up by their families to live together. Would they agree to live together in a single house? Could they really help each other? How and in what way? Would they end up being together or will they just end up being perpendicular lines who cross paths just once and separate after so they could arrive at their endpoints?

Even the street punks knew that in Chicago, Catherine Leone was untouchable. I had three deadly protectors watching my back. My husband, Raphael Falcone, was the youngest underboss in the Chicago Outfit. He was known for his cold, iron-fisted rule, yet in a crowded room, he would kneel to adjust the hem of my gown. My childhood friend, Luca Vizzini, the family's brilliant new consigliere. He'd sworn to protect me since we were kids. And my twin brother, Salvatore Leone, who cherished me above all else. He took over the family at eighteen and treated me like royalty, making me the most envied Principessa in the underworld. On my twenty-eighth birthday, I waited in the living room all day, clutching a pregnancy test with two solid lines, ready to share the news that would change everything. Instead, they brought me my brother's body, murdered by a drug dealer hailed as a hero. And standing before me was my husband, Raphael Falcone, ready to clear the murderer's name. "Tell me why," A scream clawed at my throat, but I fought it down, "You know damn well who the murderer is." "Catherine, control yourself." It was Luca Vizzini, my childhood friend, who tied my hands. "Salvatore's gone, but you still have us. You're still Mrs. Falcone, still the Principessa of the Leone family." "The Leones have looked after Chiara for years. You know her father is all she has." They wanted me to confess to my brother’s fabricated crimes and apologize to Chiara. But they forget. Before I was Raphael's wife, I was Catherine Leone. A master hacker who could breach any system. I will deliver my own justice in ways they cannot imagine. And I will make them regret it.

On Thanksgiving, my husband Steven Mandel showed up with another woman. Not just anyone—Fiona Osborne, his first love. She had Alzheimer's and only remembered him. And yeah, he said she was moving in. Steven's eyes were ice. "Erica, I stayed away from Fiona out of duty. But I'm not wasting what time I have left without her." Happy 50th anniversary to me. No gift—just a slap-in-the-face love confession. Maya, my daughter-in-law, tried to talk some sense into him, bless her. Then Anton—my own son—cut in. "Mom already kept Dad away from Fiona for years. She's tied ME to you for half my life. Now Dad just wants to take care of the woman he loves—what's so wrong with that?" Steven stepped in front of Fiona like some kind of hero. "Anton's right. Erica, I let you play the wife role for decades. Now, I want to be with the woman I truly love. "If you can't handle that, let's just get a divorce." I stood there, frozen. I'd walked away from a powerhouse law career for this family after we had Anton. I thought I had given everything, and in their eyes, I would be a perfect wife and a perfect mother. But today made it clear—I was never enough. No matter how much I gave, it was never going to be enough. I turned to Maya. She was crying. "You wanna get divorced together?"

My son is gravely ill. His inner wolf is too weak to awaken, and the healer warns that without the Alpha’s blood to strengthen his spirit, he may not last the next full moon. He clutches my hand, his feverish golden eyes dimming. “Mother, can Father take me to the Barnum & Bailey Circus？” But no matter how many times I summon my mate through the pack bond, he does not answer. His presence in the mind-link is an empty void. I can only hold my son as his small body trembles. I whisper stories of wolf warriors and great Alphas, but his breathing grows weaker. When the dawn breaks, his tiny fingers slip from mine. His wolf never wakes. A few days later, the scent of wild roses floods our pack’s sacred grounds. I turn—and there he is. My mate. My Alpha. He strides into the hall with my sister cradled in his arms. Her neck bears his fresh scent mark. His mark. I watch as he presses a lingering kiss to her lips, his hands caressing her like a treasure. Their love is bold, shameless—an unspoken declaration to the entire pack. And only then do I learn the truth. While my son lay fighting for his life, waiting for his father’s touch, longing for his Alpha’s strength… my mate was deep in Rose Valley, tangled in passion with my own blood. I thought my heart had long since gone cold from his neglect, but at that moment, it shatters. I make my decision. I will leave this pack. Yet just as I turn to walk away, the mate who had only ever treated me with indifference suddenly drops to his knees. A broken sob rips from his throat. For the first time, my proud, untouchable Alpha weeps.

"Now you're going to get in there, act like nothing happened and be the good girl you've always been, after all, it will only be your loss not mine" His breathing was rough against my my neck and it sent shivers that started from the tip of my fingers down to the curl of my toes. One mistake and he it could be the end of me and so I knew better than to make it known that I was being threatened by a criminal. How did I get here?. ***************************************************************** Charity Everton loses her job as one of the top reporters in the best Broadcast company and moves to a remote town in hopes to start all over. Her life turns upside down when she gets caught up in the Criminal antics of her hot and gorgeous nextdoor neighbor. And then the battles begin. Between fighting herself, what she believes, her job and falling in deep for the most wanted criminal in all of Riverdale. It doesn’t take long before Charity realizes that new places doesn't necessarily mean new beginnings. ****** NOTE!!! This is my first complete book as a writer and since I completed it, I have developed my writing skills and currently working on editing this to make it better so if you come across any of my new books, do not be too quick to judge?pretty please?

At sixty-five, I got served divorce papers. The same day, my husband Sebastian — decked out in his wedding suit, of all things — popped a handful of sleeping pills in a suicide attempt. For years, we were the perfect couple. The kind of pair neighbors whispered about with envy. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The divorce. The pills. None of it made sense. Not until I found the photo and letter in his pocket.