Sr. Presidente: O Senhor É O Pai Dos Meus Trigêmeos

(A Nigerian-themed Romance) The mysterious and sudden death of her parents at age six puts Amarachi, a young Nigerian girl, at the mercy of her uncle and his cruel wife Lydia, who will stop at nothing to make Amarachi's life miserable as a result of a personal vendetta she holds against Amarachi's late mother. Born out of rape with a special gift in sewing, fate takes Amarachi on a journey to discover her roots and triumph against all odds as she encounters betrayal, pain and most importantly love admits people who are bent on ruining her life even if it means killing her. This is a beautiful Nigerian story that portrays the plights, self discovery and self determination of a young gifted girl who wants to succeed not withstanding the difficulties of life.

She is the sole heiress but despite of living her life with luxury, Hinari still feels incomplete.She then still seek for happiness as her parents' rules make her feel no freedom. He is a focus nursing student who tied himself on achieving his dreams.A willing to sacrifice man even if it's break him.Commitments and being in a relationship is never been to his priority. But what if along their journey on achieving their happiness,their path meet? Are they willing to give up their dreams and wishes just to give their love story a so called---HAPPILY EVER AFTER?

I won eight million overnight. The first thing I did was rush to the hospital to pay for my son's surgery and treatment. That was when my phone rang. Ian, a coworker from the company, called, "Something urgent came up! You need to get back here right this instant!" My wife, Mara, took the bank card from my hand, and said with an gentle and understanding voice, "You can give me the PIN. I'll take care of our son's hospital bills. Go. Work is important. Don't worry about us." In my previous life, I didn't hesitate one bit. I trusted her completely and hurried back to the office. My son never made it into surgery. Instead, the police came for me. It turned out that Mara and Ian had conspired together to frame me, pinning the crime of embezzling company funds on me. The very money Ian had stolen. With no money for treatment, my son died in the hospital. My parents, shattered by grief, suffered fatal heart attacks one after the other. And I, rotting in prison, ended my life in despair. After my death, my soul drifted to the holiday villas of Moldeves, where Mara was on vacation. I heard her laughing as she spoke to Ian, "That idiot won a fortune and wasted it on that useless sick kid. He dragged me into a miserable life." Laughing even harder, she added, "Now, their whole family is dead, and we get to enjoy wealth for the rest of our lives. Consider it compensation from that idiot! Haha!" Then, I opened my eyes. I was back in the hospital corridor, at the exact moment my wife reached out and took the bank card from me. This time, I still told her the PIN.

Grávida de nove meses, vi a amada do meu marido se mudar para a nossa casa com uma desculpa qualquer. Ela fingia sofrimento sempre que me via, e ele me acusava de exibir a barriga só para provocá-la. — A Rafa já sofre demais! E você ainda exibe essa barriga enorme só pra machucar! Só vai aprender se eu te der uma lição. — Rosnou ele, com frieza. Sem hesitar, mandou me trancar no sótão e proibiu qualquer um de me trazer comida. Supliquei, dizendo que os gêmeos estavam grandes, que o médico havia pedido minha internação urgente, pois o parto podia acontecer a qualquer momento. Mas ele apenas riu como se eu estivesse contando alguma piada tola. — Ainda faltam três dias pro parto. Não inventa desculpa para escapar! Vai pro sótão pensar bem no que você fez! Isso é o mínimo, depois do que fez com a Rafa! — Ele insistiu, ignorando completamente a minha dor. No sótão escuro, gritei até minhas unhas se quebrarem na porta. No silêncio sufocante, as contrações rasgavam meu corpo, cada onda de dor parecia não ter fim. Coberta de sangue, exausta e ainda presa, percebi que meu filho não sobreviveria. Três dias depois, enquanto tentava tomar um mingau, meu marido, já incomodado, comentou com desprezo: — Manda a Joyce descer para me preparar o mingau, e depois vá pedir desculpas à Rafa. Se ela pedir de um jeito decente, pode até levar ela pro hospital na hora de parir. Mas ninguém respondeu, pois o sangue já escorria do sótão, degrau por degrau, inundando a casa num silêncio mais aterrador que qualquer grito.

Kesalahan terbesar Bisma adalah memberikan seluruh cintanya kepada Melati–seorang gadis yang telah merubah hidupnya– Dia tidak pernah menyangka, cintanya kepada sang gadis malah membuat Melati selalu merasakan penderitaan. **** "Melati! Aku mencintaimu." Itulah awal dari ambisi Bisma, dia menyatakan cinta kepada gadis yang mencintai dan dicintai sahabatnya sendiri dihadapan semua siswa SMA Bintang. Bagi Bisma, semua keinginannya adalah hal mutlak, dia tidak suka dengan sebuah penolakan. Lalu, bagaimana dengan hubungan Bisma kedepannya? Akankah hubungannya dengan Melati berjalan mulus? Atau mungkin … ini adalah awal dari penderitaan Bisma. Karena dosa yang telah dia lakukan dimasa lalu. Hingga seseorang berkata, "Kamu dan perempuan yang kamu cintai tidak akan pernah mendapatkan kebahagiaan!"

Artha and Agatha's marriage, which was originally harmonious, is now a disaster. Artha's father insisted that he have grandchildren within a year. Because Agatha could not bear children, Artha was forced to secretly marry another woman. In the end, Artha was forced to marry Livy so that she could bear children for him. In return, Artha have a thousand dollars to Livy. Did Artha's plan work? Can Livy have children within a year

Have you fallen in love with someone who doesn't even care about you, or, let's say, the guy who knows you and you're existing in his world that is full of anger, coldness, and darkness? Bryl Nigel is a COLD, EVIL, and POSSESSIVE heartrob at our university. A lot of students in our university describe Nigel as COL.E.POS, short for COLD, EVIL, POSSESIVE. Lahat ng gusto nya ay nakukuha nya kahit daanin nya sa dahas at kung may humadlang tiyak ikay ka-ka awaan. However, sa kabila ng kanyang ugali. Maging "COLD, EVIL, POSSESSIVE" pa kaya sya once na nakatapat nya na ako? I am the queen bitch, and he is an evil prince. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED|I do not allow my work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

"Aya, will you accept the job?" Red asked as he stared into Aya's eyes. She blinked, wanting to tell Red to stop looking into her eyes because she could hardly think. She was sitting across the most handsome guy she had ever met, so gorgeous that if his lips kissed her, she might forget that she was here for a job and was under a pretense about her true identity. He shouldn't be her type, but Red's alluring sister. He gave her one chance of a lifetime, making all her problems disappear, but she did not expect to fall in love with him. This was all part of the job he expected her to do well, but the longer she pretended, the deeper she fell in love.

Love? I don't know about that. That is the line you would always hear from a person who simply just wants to kill a topic about the word 'love'. Playing as it seems but it is indeed just the truth. You hear every stories you can get from people who are inlove. Starting from sharing stories down to sharing cupcakes. But what if you're the one who get to tell your own word of love? And it don't end well. Would it still be a masterpiece? Two chairs. Two students. Two books. Two lives. Would they still be two? What if the other one leaves?

"Apa salahku, Tuhan? Kenapa setiap kali aku mendapatkan kebahagiaan, selalu saja direnggut paksa dariku?" Nalia tidak pernah mampu merasakan kebahagiaan utuh. Orangtua yang menuntutnya untuk mengikuti jejak mereka menjadi seorang dokter, lelaki yang ia sukai menolaknya , dan calon suami yang hanya tinggal hitungan hari menjelang pernikahan, tewas akibat kecelakaan. Cobaan bertubi-tubi membuat Lia selalu menolak untuk merasakan bahagia. Hingg ahirnya Ares-lelaki yang pernah menolaknya, kembali meminta Lia untuk bersama. Akankah Lia mampu mengobati ketakutannya?