Sinopsis The Perfect Storm

I accompany my husband, Michael Yates, to a stationed assignment on a remote island. Out at sea, a sudden storm hits. The ship capsizes and begins to sink. As the commanding officer, my husband gives the last life vest to his so-called godsister, Naomi Hollister. I don't cry or scream. I just watch silently as he carefully fastens the straps around her body. In my past life, I had clutched my pregnant belly and begged him for help. After a brief hesitation, he finally put the vest on me. But Naomi was swept away by the waves, and her body later washed up on shore. Only half of it remained. Michael insisted it wasn't my fault. He also said that saving me was his duty, both morally and professionally. He even took leave to stay by my side before I gave birth. But when my water broke in the dead of night, he pushed me into the sea. His eyes were bloodshot and burning with hatred. "Leah, if it weren't for you, Mimi would still be alive! Did you really have to force me to give you the vest when you were just pregnant? Couldn't you have waited a little longer? Why do you get to live? Go down there and die with her!" I drown, and fish tear my body apart. I die without even a full corpse left behind. And then, I open my eyes. I'm back on the day of the storm.

Apa jadinya, ketika dua orang berbeda usia 13 tahun, harus terjalin sebuah hubungan pernikahan? Mungkinkah keributan akan perbedaan sifat, atau justru kisah menyenangkan yang akan mewarnai? Damian dan Ines, dua orang yang bersepakat menjalin kerja sama menguntungkan dalam wujud pernikahan, akibat keadaan mengimpit yang memaksa. Keluarga Damian mengalami kebangkrutan, dan ia harus menerima banyak penghinaan yang ingin sekali dibalas tuntas. Di sisi lain, Ines pun diterjang isu tak menyenangkan, tentang dirinya yang dianggap pencinta sesama jenis, karena belum juga menikah di usia 40 tahun. Hingga suatu kesempatan, Ines melihat Damian dihajar dan diusir oleh seluruh anak buah Max. Ines memerintahkan anak buahnya menyelamatkan, membawa ke rumah dan memberi perawatan. Di saat itulah, muncul ide di kepala Ines dan langsung mengutarakan pada Damian. Wanita pemegang takhta tertinggi dalam dunia bisnis itu, beranggapan bahwa Damian mudah dikendalikan dengan uang. Namun, rupanya Ines salah menilai sosok Damian. Seiring berjalannya waktu, rahasia demi rahasia pun mulai terbongkar. Pada akhirnya, Ines mengetahui banyak kebenaran tentang Damian, yang tak pernah diketahui atau sekedar dipikirkan selama ini. Lantas, apakah rahasia yang dimiliki oleh Damian? Mungkinkah, jika Ines akan bisa memaafkan Damian, ketika mengetahui tentang kebenaran hidupnya?

A sexy story with an interesting and unique plot. Mythology with a twist and Reverse-Harem relationship. Join Mila on her new journey... after death. Angels are in deed real... and so are the Greek Gods of Greek Mythology. What happens to Mila when she is gifted by Aphrodite, Eros and Peitho themselves? With so much love, beauty, sex and seduction, your bound to many intimate, lustful, romantic, moments... and multiple lovers. *I don't want to give too much away, so read before judging.* Trigger Warning! This story is mature. With 6 different relationships... there will be many sexual adventures, to sweet vanilla sex to rough/ light BDSM play. Their will be Girlx Girl action and also BoyxBoyxGirl included in this. So if your naughty minds think you can handle this... give it a read, I'm sure your going to enjoy.

On our fifth anniversary, Henry Judd—the guy who once swore he'd propose—rented out an entire mall for Cecilia Cheape's birthday. A diamond the size of a pigeon's egg sparkled on her finger. I'd been dumb enough to think it was meant for me. "Cece, I'm gonna give you a birthday you'll never forget," he announced, loud enough for the whole world to hear. Then he yanked the tab off a soda can and handed it to me. "Lulu, those gaudy things don't suit you. You deserve something unique." He slid the can tab onto my finger—his version of a proposal. Cecilia got the dream birthday. I got a piece of trash and a slap of reality. Later, when he found out I was marrying someone else, he got down on one knee with that same ring and begged me to say yes.

“Apa yang bisa kamu lakukan untuk saya, Nes?” Suara berat dengan bahasa formal yang kaku itu menyentak kesadaran Nesa. Sudah pasti lelaki itu persis dengan apa yang digambarkan kepalanya. Dari namanya saja seolah sudah terbaca; Barata—Tua, tambun, jelek dan genit. Jemari Nesa meremas ujung baju kurungnya yang menjuntai hingga atas lutut dengan kuat. Dia dikirim ke rumah besar ini sebagai tebusan utang menggunung bapaknya pada sang tuan tanah. Dia harus kabur dari sini. Dia sudah berbalik dan hendak mengeluarkan jurus seribu langkah, tetapi suara bariton lelaki itu berhasil menghentikannya. “Jika kamu nekat keluar dari rumah ini, maka pintu rumah ini akan selamanya tertutup untuk kamu. Dan kamu tahu apa artinya?” Nesa menelan salivanya susah payah. Apakah ini akhir kegadisannya? Terperangkap ke dalam cangkang si tuan tanah tua?

Celeste is a young peasant girl who is pursued by a god who wants to make her his wife against her will.

Aris bergegas mengemasi pakaiannya, berderai keringat, nafasnya memburu tak karuan. Sementara di luar jeritan orang tertindas dan lolongan kebencian massa saling bersautan. Toko-toko dan kendaraan dibakar. Langit sedang dipenuhi asap hitam dan tangisan kaum perempuan. Di sisi lain, Asha dengan langkah yang gontai, berusaha mencari kekasihnya. Betapapun kacaunya keadaan di jalanan. Setibanya di tempat tinggal Aris, dia mendapati bahwa pintunya tergembok. Ada sedikit angin yang melegakan tenggorokan, setidaknya Aris masih ada di bumi tentu karena dia masih sempat mengunci pintu. Asha memutuskan kembali ke tempat persembunyian, alih-alih Aris sudah pergi kesana. Sayangnya segerombolan massa telah menghadang. Siap dengan segala aksinya. Asha kelimpungan, gemetar seluruh badan. Suaranya tercekat, sementara air mata terus meluncur bebas tanpa henti. kakinya seperti mati. Dalam batinnya dia menggaung pasrah, di pikirannya dia mengenang nama Aris.

There's an earthquake. My husband, the captain of the rescue team, abandons me to save Wendy Smith, his true love. I don't stop him. I let him go. Why? Because when he was faced with the same choice in my past life, he saved me because I was eight months pregnant. Meanwhile, Wendy remained trapped under the rubble. She ultimately died due to a lack of oxygen after the delayed rescue. Later, on the day I went into labor, my husband brought me to Wendy's grave. He watched me coldly as I collapsed on the ground from the searing pain. He ignored my pleas. "Does it hurt, Yelena? Wendy's pain was a thousand times worse when she was trapped under the rubble!" I stared at him in disbelief as he descended into insanity. "You were safe that night—you were in the safe triangle zone! Wendy would never have missed the best time for rescue if not for you using your pregnancy to threaten me! I want you to experience all the pain she went through!" He forced me down on my knees and bumped my head on the ground before Wendy's grave. He ignored the blood that flowed down my legs. Ultimately, I died after major blood loss from a difficult labor. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day the earthquake happened. This time, neither I nor my child will wait for him.

The daughter of my father's first love suffered from heatstroke because she was left in the car, so he tied me up in a fit of anger and locked me in the car boot. He looked at me with utter disgust and said, "I don't have a vicious daughter like you. Stay here and reflect on yourself." I begged him, apologized to him, and pleaded for him to let me out, but all I got in return was his ruthless order. "Unless she dies, no one is allowed to let her out." The car was parked in the garage. No one could hear me no matter how much I screamed for help. Seven days later, he finally remembered me and decided to let me out. However, he had no idea that I had already died in that trunk and could never wake up again.

My daughter accidentally scratched my husband's young mistress's face with her nails. For that, my husband had her fingers chopped off. Covered in blood, she came home seeking help, only to be assaulted by an intruder. I called my husband, crying, but his mistress's sweet voice answered the phone. "Stop using these lowly tricks to get Jack's attention. All you're doing is making him sick!" I begged my husband to take my call, but all I got in return was a barrage of insults. "Nothing is more important than Yvonne's face! I'm busy taking her to the hospital! I don't have time for your drama!" Later, my daughter's organs were removed by the intruder. Even in death, she was still tightly holding onto the birthday gift she had prepared for her father. My husband, a top lawyer, personally defended the criminal who assaulted our daughter. He let that man walk away scot-free after what he had done. On the day he celebrated his birthday with all our relatives, he finally knew that our daughter had died. He completely lost his mind.