Spin The Bottle

Spin off "Sepuluh Juta Satu Minggu" Syamil, remaja sembilan belas tahun yang solih, merupakan anak pemilik pesantren. Pemuda itu diminta oleh calon kakak iparnya untuk menjadi mata-mata seorang wanita muda bernama Hani. Hani adalah istri kedua dari seorang dosen yang saat ini tengah hamil dan dibuang suaminya. Syamil tidak menolak tugas tersebut, karena jarak rumah wanita itu dan kosannya berdekatan. Namun, yang menjadi masalah adalah wanita itu selalu berpakaian seksi. Apakah Syamil menyerah menjadi mata-mata karena penglihatannya selalu ternoda dengan tubuh seksi Hani? ataukah malah Syamil jatuh cinta pada istri simpanan orang tersebut?

"Ark," I gasp out, the intensity of his dark gaze alone pinning me to the bed. He leans down, wrapping his gloved hand around my neck, the pressure making my head spin in the best way. "I do own you." ----- As a Princess, Kiva is always in danger. So much so, one night, her home is broken into, where it is revealed her attempted killer is her mate. Before she has a chance to speak to him, he vanishes into the night. For her protection, a dark and dangerous mercenary is ordered to keep guard of her, and as time passes, Kiva finds herself desiring him more and more. All while trying to find her elusive mate, and deny feelings for a man who may lead her right to the truth.

Menjadi Pengantin Pengganti bukanlah sebuah kebetulan namun takdir. Seperti halnya Nur Cahyani yang bermula menghadiri pernikahan Excel sebagai tamu undangan, justru dirinya lah yang menjadi Pengantin perempuan karena mempelai wanita kabur dan membatalkan pernikahan secara sepihak. Nur menerimanya tanpa beban dan memberinya syarat meski ditentang oleh mama Excel karena Nur dari desa dan miskin. apa alasan Nur mau menerima tawaran tersebut dan alasan apa yang di ajukan Nur sehingga pernikahan itu akhirnya terjadi? Lalu kemana kah perginya calon pengantin Excel dan alasan apa Excel memeilih Nur? Kisah ini spin off dari cerita ISTRI YANG KAU SIA-SIAKAN TERNYATA WANITA TERHORMAT yang sudah tamat.

The new reporter intern deliberately falsified the situation at the fire scene to secure a full-time position and create a headline. Because of her, firefighters who rushed in to fight the fire and nearly a thousand company employees were killed in an explosion. There were no bodies left to salvage. My husband, who was also my superior, gave false testimony for her sake and claimed I was the one who had made the decision. I lost my job, and everyone cursed me, telling me to die. On the day of the trial, a grieving family member of one of the victims threw a bottle of acid at me. I died in unbearable pain as the acid ate me alive. Meanwhile, my husband was busy comforting the intern. "Don't be afraid. She deserved this." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she made that false coverage.

On my birthday, Rowan Shore ditches me for the 99th time to run to his suicidal true love. I tell the system, "I'm done with this mission. I've had enough." For years, I have tried every trick in the book, but I can't win Rowan's heart. The system says that if I die in this world, I'll return to my original one. The first time, I slit my wrists in the bathroom. Rowan kicks the door down, sends me to the hospital, and berates me for using self-harm to snare his attention. The second time, I swallow an entire bottle of sleeping pills. He bursts in at the last moment and sobs while holding me. He says he knows he messed up. There's still a third time, a fourth time, and more, right?

I was reborn. Right back to the day I adopted Peter. The wind cut sharp, baby cries slicing through the cold. That's when it hit me—this was the day Stuart Pete, my oh-so-loving husband, dumped his illegitimate child right in my path after work. He knew me too well. The second I picked the kid up, he'd spin it into an adoption, making the boy ours. Last time, I fell for it. This time? I walked away without a second thought. Later, I heard the kid got pneumonia from being left out in the freezing cold—fever so bad, it wrecked him for life. I laughed until my stomach hurt. What I didn't see coming? Peter was reborn too—about to experience the life he was meant to have.

Jada is a two sided woman. She lives two lives; as an assassin for the FBI and the second one? She takes care of children at the children's home where she's lived for the past six years. Her parents were killed by the Italian Mafia. This starts four years after her revenge for the mafia is done. Jayden is a famous basketball player who needs to balance his life between his career and taking care of his nine year old nephew who's just been diagnosed with leukemia. His life changes when Leonardo's, his nephew, life starts getting threatened hence reporting the matter to the FBI. See how both of their lives change when the emotionless Jada is appointed to be Leonardo's new nanny! Spin off to Billionaire Baby Daddy Beware: This story contains sexual scenes and strong words.

Queenie Livingston, my best friend whom I have cared for over the years, gives me a bottle of perfume. I immediately turn around and pour its contents down the toilet. In my previous life, that perfume made me sprout hair all over my body and reek. I was shunned by my colleagues, and my then-boyfriend and superior, Preston Zimmerman, wasted no time in dumping me and hooking up with Queenie. I desperately sought medical treatment back then, but with nowhere left to turn, I died in utter agony and despair. Only after my death did I learn that the grotesque condition was caused by the perfume Queenie had maliciously tampered with. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the exact day Queenie gave me the perfume.

“Ms. Arnold, you really should sign this divorce agreement. Otherwise, I won’t be able to answer to Mr. Fisher.” Jeremy Fisher’s personal lawyer, Cole Stewart, stood in front of Hailey Arnold with an anxious expression. In his hands were a freshly printed divorce agreement, the pages still crisp. This was the thirty-third time Jeremy had asked to divorce her. The first time, Hailey climbed onto the rooftop and jumped. She survived but broke one of her legs. The second time, she slashed her wrist with a small knife, and blood flooded half the bathroom. The third time, she swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills and spent three days in the hospital having her stomach pumped. … Every single time, she had used death to force Jeremy to compromise, but this time, she was tired of it.

My wife, wanting to spend a romantic birthday date with her first love, added a dose of sleeping medication to the milk bottle of our sick, crying daughter. The medicine took effect, and our daughter drifted into a deep sleep, which allowed them to enjoy a romantic, undisturbed date together. When I came home, I found our daughter still sleeping. By the time we arrived at the hospital, it was too late. I called my wife, but she answered with irritation. "Is it because I'm celebrating Shawn's birthday that you must ruin it? I'll go home after the celebration is over." Then, she turned off her phone. Little did she know that, for the sake of one romantic date, she had taken our daughter's life.