Storage Box Baju

Perlanggaran yang tak dijangka telah mempertemukan Rayyan Zafrul dengan Zuriana Imani. "Maaf, saya tak sengaja." _ Zuriana Imani. "Hoi! Berjalan tu mata letak dekat mana? Kat lutut? Kat punggung?" _ Rayyan Zafrul. "Kan saya dah minta maaf..." _ Zuriana Imani. "Senang aje nak minta maaf, ni baju aku dah basah ni, nak buat macam mana?" _ Rayyan Zafrul. Semenjak peristiwa di restoran makanan ringan hari itu, mereka berdua kerap berjumpa dan hubungan mereka semakin rapat. Dalam diam Zuriana Imani jatuh cinta pada Rayyan Zafrul. Namun sebaik sahaja Rayyan Zafrul membaca diari milik Zuriana Imani dan mengetahui gadis itu mencintai dirinya dalam diam, segalanya berubah.

Lisa akhirnya memilih untuk berpisah dari Riko, setelah lima tahun bersabar dengan suami pelit yang banyak menuntut. Jatah bulanan yang pas-pasan diam-diam Lisa bagi dengan ibu mertuanya. Ia rela tidak membeli baju baru dan berhenti melakukan perawatan demi ingin memberi pada ibu mertuanya. Kesabarannya habis ketika Riko terang-terangan membawa wanita lain ke rumahnya dan membandingkan dengan dirinya. Sekarang Lisa akan membuktikan bahwa dia bisa hidup mandiri, bahkan lebih sukses dari sebelumnya, ketika dia menjadi istrinya Riko. Setelah melalui rentetan kejadian yang membuat Riko menyesal telah menyia-nyiakan Lisa, apakah Lisa akan menerima Riko kembali ketika pria itu sadar jika istri barunya tak sebaik dia?

After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots. The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way. I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love. Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw the long stick, you can only blame your bad luck." So I began practicing every day, shaking the box diligently, over and over, in hopes that one day, it would help me earn my parents' love. Unfortunately, for ten years, I never once drew the long stick. Until my birthday. Asher wanted to go to the amusement park, and Mom once again told us to decide by drawing lots. I secretly glued the two short sticks together and handed them to Mom, hoping to keep her with me. She slapped me hard across the face, screaming that I was cheating and disobedient. Then she stormed out of the house with Asher. When I fell to the ground, the short stick stabbed deep into my neck. 'I'm sorry, Mom. Next time, I'll work harder. Next time, I'll definitely draw the long stick.'

What if someone is watching you? What if your friends mysteriously die? What if one day you wake up and you are inside the box? Know the perfect example of Stockholm syndrome and how it connects to the lens of the camera. Get thrilled, suspense and fall-in-love with Lady and how did she survive the pain of being heartbroken that her long term boyfriend caused her. How did she survive from all the threats that her captor caused her and who will she go to choose at the end? Her long term boyfriend who cheated on her or her captor who makes her life a living hell? find out and get thrilled, braced yourself to fall-in-love in the story of LENS

I receive a mysterious parcel on my fifth wedding anniversary. Inside the box are photos of my husband, Luke Madden, being intimate with his assistant. The photos go back a long time—they seem to start from over five years ago. The latest one was taken half a month ago. He, his assistant, and their daughter are playing by the seaside. They smile brightly in the photo and look like a happy family of three. I suppress my devastation and take medication to terminate my pregnancy. Then, I pull out my phone to text my mother. "I'll do as you say and get a divorce, Mom. I'll be back next month to take over the company."

My mother was once adored and protected by three men. As such, I had three fathers. After her death, I was raised by one of the greatest doctors, the richest man in Theala, and an award-winning actor. For 13 years, I was showered with overwhelming adoration. That was until three years ago—the day they adopted Erin, an orphan girl. From then on, they began to dote on her. When she accused me of stealing her necklace, they tore my room apart in their search, smashing my most cherished music box in the process. They only felt remorse when they saw me sobbing over the shards. As compensation, they bought me every music box they could find. When she claimed I mocked her for being an orphan, they forced me to write a hundred apology letters as punishment. They only massaged my hands in remorse upon seeing them trembling so badly that I could no longer feed myself. When Erin accused me of shredding her gown, they locked me in the dark basement, starving me for three whole days. When I was let out, they were filled with remorse upon realizing how much weight I had lost. Their bloodshot eyes watched over the grand feast they prepared as an apology. All of that lasted until Erin poisoned my cup of water. I kept coughing up blood as my body grew weaker by the day. Daniel only diagnosed me with malnutrition and made me take prescribed supplements. Unbeknownst to him, those supplements only hastened the poison's effects. After I collapsed at school, I went to the hospital for treatment. "You only have three days left to live," the doctor said. Why then… Why did my fathers drown themselves in sorrow and kill Erin after my death?

My family has this outdated tradition. On my twenty-second birthday, whoever gets my heirloom bracelet first becomes my wife. For the past eighteen years, my childhood sweetheart, Madison Young, teased that she’d be the one to claim them. However, when I opened the box, the beads snapped and spilled across the floor, right in front of a blind girl passing by, Grace Bellamy. She bent down and picked them up. Madison made a scene, urging me to marry her instead, just to please my father’s illegitimate son, Connor Vaughn. Watching Grace stand there, flustered and surrounded, I stepped forward, shielding her with my body. "Fine," I said. "I’ll marry her."

Rome never wanted anything else but to please his surrogate father, the man who had kept him when the world turned its back on him. Promising to do whatever his old man wished, he found himself walking inside their enemy line as the ‘wolf in sheep’s skin.’ Until the perfect day to finally kill their nemesis came. With his skill and his gun in his hand, he couldn’t be more ready. ​ But what if the door of the room he was hiding in suddenly opened? Surprised about what happened, he wasn’t able to take his eyes off the beauty that instantly appeared on that door. Ladies and Gentlemen, meet the ballerina, Margaux, the only woman in this world he wasn’t supposed to love at all. *** ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission, except where permitted by law. This is a work of fiction. Names characters, businesses, songs, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Saat aku melakukan pengambilan sel telur yang ketiga kalinya untuk program bayi tabung, Johannes sedang lembur dan tidak bisa menemaniku. Aku terbangun tengah malam karena kesakitan. Aku mendapati tangan dan kakiku bengkak, sedangkan perutku penuh cairan hingga membengkak bagaikan wanita hamil delapan bulan. Aku hampir tidak bisa bernapas dan dengan panik meraih ponsel untuk menghubunginya. Telepon berdering selama semenit sebelum diangkat. Namun, yang mengangkat telepon bukanlah Johannes, melainkan seorang wanita asing. "Halo?" Suaranya terdengar lembut dan penuh gairah. "Siapa kamu? Johannes, aku nggak bisa bernapas." "Kamu nakal. Kenapa kamu masih pakai baju?" Plak! Terdengar suara cambukan yang nyaring dengan diiringi erangan wanita. Kemudian, panggilannya pun terputus.

Malam itu Anisa mengalami kecelakaan dan pendarahan hebat. Meskipun dia segera dilarikan ke rumah sakit, tapi bayi yang dikandungnya tetap tidak bisa diselamatkan. Dan karena dia tetap sudah berstatus melahirkan bayi, Asi nya keluar dan selalu membasahi baju di bagian dadanya. Beruntung saat itu dia sudah cukup akrab dengan dokter yang merawatnya. Dokter itu menyarankan padanya, untuk menjadi ibu susu bagi anak kakaknya. Yang ternyata, kakak dari sang dokter ini adalah Safak, mantan pacar Anisa yang sekarang telah menjadi pengusaha sukses dengan bisnis di mana-mana. Meskipun awalnya terkejut, namun dia tetap menyusui anak dari mantan pacarnya itu, yang telah di tinggal mati oleh ibunya. Lalu, bagaimanakah kisah Anisa dan Safak selanjutnya?