Station 11 Audiobook

On the night before the wedding, New York was washed in cold rain. The rehearsal at St. Patrick's Cathedral had been set for seven o'clock. Under the vaulted ceiling, the white roses, black satin bows, and silver candelabras had all been arranged exactly the way I wanted. But by the time the rehearsal ended, he still hadn't shown up. At 11:17 that night, I finally got a message from him. [Sophia is pregnant. Although the baby isn’t mine, I can’t let her child be born carrying the name of an illegitimate child.] [I went to City Hall with her tonight and made it legal.] [The wedding is still happening tomorrow.] [That piece of paper is just a formality. The person standing at the altar will still be you.] [Don't let outsiders know too much. And don't ruin her reputation.] I stared at those lines for a long time. In the end, I replied with a single word. [Okay.] I don't want the wedding and you.

My wife, Wendy, faked her death and took her younger sister’s identity, and I pretended not to know. I removed her from the position of general manager at the company and went to the police station to cancel her identity registration. In my past life, Wendy’s younger sister, Stacy, died in a car accident. Wendy chose to live as her, only because she could not bear to let Eric, her sister’s husband, become a widower. I confronted Wendy and demanded to know why she was impersonating her sister, but she refused to admit anything. “I understand that losing Wendy hurts, but you cannot treat me as if I’m her just because she is gone.” After that, Wendy spread rumors everywhere, saying I had lost my mind. She claimed that my wife had just died and I was already harboring improper thoughts toward her younger sister. In a short time, I suffered an unprecedented wave of online harassment. In the end, an overzealous netizen stabbed me to death in an alley. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Wendy was preparing to take her sister’s identity.

On my fifth birthday with Zachary Murdock, I sit once again in front of a full table of cold food, just like every year before. Zachary had promised, as always, to spend the day with me. And, as always, he breaks that promise. This year, it's because his childhood sweetheart wanted to shoot a set of "artistic photos". She invited him and a few of his close buddies to be part of it. Without hesitation, he ditches me again and runs straight into her arms. At 11:00 pm, his childhood sweetheart posts a photo to her social media and sets it so that only I can see it. In the picture, four men are in nothing but black briefs and Windsor-knotted ties. They kneel around her while she is draped in sheer fabric like a goddess. The caption reads, "Some people beg for crumbs, but I own the entire bakery." I take a screenshot. Then, I send it to the girlfriends of all three of Zachary’s best buddies. If they all look down on me this much, let's hope they don't end up on their knees begging me someday.

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,

Cinta yang Sinta yang telah tumbuh untuk Mas Rendra selama ini, akhirnya dia lampiaskan pada malam bersama Mas Rendra. Dia memadu kasih dengan suami temannya itu. Malam itu sebenarnya dingin, karna hujan mengguyur dengan derasnya, AC di ruangan hotelpun menyala di suhu paling dingin. Namun antara Sinta dan Mas Rendra sedang menikmati suasana panas, yang mereka tahan-tahan jadi membuncah di malam panas itu. Tari masih belum bisa tidur walau waktu telah menunjukkan pukul 11 malam, dia khawatikan suaminya yang belum pulang, sedangkan orang yang sedang dikhawatirkan sedang menikmati malam yang indah bersama sahabatnya. Cumbuan.. desahan.. memenuhi kamar hotel mewah itu, seperti dua kekasih yang lama tak jumpa, nafsu mereka begitu membara. ---------------------------------------------- Bagaimana nasib pernikahan Tari dan Mas Rendra? Dan apakah Tari akan tetap bersahabat dengan Sinta setelah apa yang Sinta lakukan bersama Suaminya?

The appointment of Susan Moore as the Broadcasting Channel's executive director has forced out the station's more valued news anchor, sparking heated discussions throughout Hayworth. Susan herself is standing before me right now. She wants to sell her jewelry. As the manager of a luxury boutique store, I'm here to inspect the goods. "These are pieces my partner commissioned for me. I have so many that I'm tired of them." One of them is a diamond-encrusted necklace, featuring a pigeon-blood ruby in the center, worth a few million. There are also several similar gifts on the table, with the crocodile skin bag the least eye-catching one. I smiled. "Your husband must really love you." I set about verifying the purchaser's ID and signature as part of a routine procedure. However, I freeze in place at the sight of the name. "I'm not his wife," she replied, bringing the coffee cup to her lips. "We're just each other's first loves. He said he missed out on 15 years of my life, so he gave me 15 gifts. Isn't that romantic?" It is romantic, indeed. However, it's my father's signature. For 30-plus years, I assumed that my father was a dull man who had never once surprised my mother.

11/1/25 : Under Revision "If this pain is the only thing that makes you happy, then I pray I never heal." Zandrie. One reckless night changed Reign's life. Ang pangarap niyang masayang buhay kasama ang taong mahal niya ay gumuho. A stolen kiss, a secret desire, and a baby that bound her- not with her lover but with her bestfriend. Now, she's trapped in a marriage with her unwanted husband, a man who endured her rejection, her pain and her desperate attempts to break free. Ginawa ng asawa niya ang lahat, sinagad sa hangganan ang pasensya at pag-unawa. Pinuno nito ng pagmamahal si Reign kahit pa pilit itong bumabalik sa multo ng kan'yang nakaraan. He did everything to make Reign realize that he has all she need for. Ngunit lahat ay napapagod. Will the life and love she is dying to fight for, worth more than the sacrificial unconditional love of her UNWANTED HUSBAND ?

My father was a highly respected criminal investigator, and my mother was the head of the ER, dedicated to saving lives. However, I was a regular at the local police station. I fought, caused trouble, and earned the title of “the most hopeless kid on the block.” The first time, I publicly insulted my newly transferred cousin at school. My father dragged me straight to the police station in front of everyone and had me locked up for a full day and night. The second time, I led a gang of thugs to block my cousin’s way home in an alley. My mother was so furious, she dumped me deep in the mountains, leaving me to be bullied by a lecherous bachelor. The third time, I stole a keepsake from my cousin and tossed it down a sewer. My father put the handcuffs on me himself and sent me straight to juvenile detention. Five years later, I became a key informant in an anti-fraud operation, helping the police crack a major nationwide case. The media rushed to report the story, and journalists packed my parents’ house to interview the “hero’s family.” However, my parents just scoffed over the phone. “Her? A hero? We will only believe she is changed for the better when she is dead.” So why was it that when they saw me lying in a pool of blood after shielding a hostage, they finally cried?

(Series 2, Seven Families) Si Candice ay isang bagong guro sa orphanage, ngunit hindi niya inaasahan na magbabago ang takbo ng kanyang buhay when she witnesses a crime, a kidnapping na dahilan na mapunta siya sa Police station upang maging witnessed. But an unexpected twist happened, hindi niya inaasahan na magiging girlfriend siya ni Kaizer Monravon, in a fake relationship. Hindi alam ni Candice na isa sa heir ng seven Families si Kaizer, seven powerful mafia families, sworn enemies of her own father. Desperate for a taste of freedom away from her father's control, Candia assumes a false identity as Candice Lopez. Habang tumatagal ang fake relationship niya at ni Candice, hindi niya inaasahan na ang matigas at walang nararamdaman niyang puso ay unti-unting nagkakaroon ng nararamdaman kay Kaizer, hanggang tuluyan siyang mahulog dito. Alam niyang may mahal na iba ang lalaki. At hindi siya nito mamahalin, lalo na kapag malalaman nito ang katotohanan kung sino siya. Candia Ice Salvistri, the ruthless cold assasin, as everyone had known her in the black underground. Mamahalin ba siya ni Kaizer kung malalaman ang totoo kung sino siya?

On the train back home, I found a scathing post online. [My sister-in-law is pushing thirty but isn’t married yet. She comes home all the time. Would you be bothered by it?] The comments were numerous and ran the gamut of opinions. The post got wildly popular, and there was an argument between the poster and commenters. [It’s bad enough that she won’t get married. She wants to stay with us when she’s home. Shouldn’t she feel ashamed? I’m at the end of my rope. She even drank all my lemonade last time she was here. I really hate her. [She has no boundaries. I’ve been wanting to teach her a lesson for ages. I turned her bedroom into my walk-in closet. Let’s see if she can still stay here.] When I got to this point, I closed the post. It was lucky that I bought the house where my parents and brother live. Because of that, I would not be at risk of losing my own room. But when I got out of the train station, I received a text from my mother. [Sweetie, I booked you a hotel room. You don’t have to come home and stay this time.]