Story Lullaby

Previously known as: I'll never forgive you Maryam Junaid, a pious, confident young Muslimah who lost her parents in a fire at the age of ten. As the little girl wandered the dangerous streets of New York, she was kidnapped and somehow ended up in the foster home of the Mehmoods. At the young age o

“Joe…” Her eyes closed and he lunged forward. She went down so fast, he almost missed her. Maggie slid down the wall, limp and pale, and he went to his knees and grabbed her shoulders before her head hit the floor. He pulled her up against his chest, touched her cheek. She was freezing cold. “Fuck, Maggie,” he muttered. “What have you done to yourself, baby?” He stood up, cradling her in his arms, and walked over to the sofa. He set her down on it and memory washed over him: making love to Maggie right here, her hot and writhing under him as he thrust inside her. God, he still remembered how hard she came that one night, hard enough to shake his whole body with her spasms. **** Two years ago, Maggie Branson walked in on her boyfriend in bed with another woman, and walked out without a backward glance. She never planned to see Joe Carlisle again. But when he offers her a high-paying commission she can’t refuse, Maggie decides to take the money, do the work, and get gone. Fast. Joe, however, has other plans. Two years ago, Joe was an arrogant, cheating disaster, and he knows it. Maggie was the woman he should’ve fought for, and this commission feels like his last chance to prove he’s changed. She’s not buying it. Then tragedy rips through Maggie’s life, and it’s Joe who shows up... steady, remorseful, and impossible to ignore. As grief strips away old defenses, Maggie is forced to confront the past she buried and the man Joe might have become. The question isn’t whether Joe wants redemption. It’s whether Maggie can forgive the one betrayal that broke her heart – and risk trusting him again.

A witch who has lived for thousands of years has grown bored with her own life and decided to leave it. Since she is an immortal, her soul cannot leave the world. However, what she can do is transfer her soul to another body. By a stroke of luck, she happens to enter the body of a princess. She was considered a miracle because when the Empress gave birth to her, the princess instantly died, along with the Empress. What the witch didn't know was that she has entered such a predicament. She has to endure the love of the cruel Emperor and possessiveness of the crazy twin princes! What will her life be at the hands of such a loving family? In addition, it seems that this body contains mana that was lost in the royal family centuries ago!

Now everything is changing...with everyone of us sweeping under the carpet the scars of yesterday's sins. Those scars are what kept me alive until you are all born to hear the story. The world government was powerful and taking advantage of the human colonial minds, they buried our freedom and equity. But now that we the Elites whom they educated and rose to revolts against the fingers that had fed us... What do you call it? Oh! yes they had termed it Rebellion. They did call us rebels, for seeking a small ration part of the best that nature has given to mankind. Al-sural-tu-Nas. This for mankind, tell ye that the beast you trained in the dark had turned to an angel in the day. We are filled from the pot of lies now that our bellies cannot contain what they obtain, the promises that were compromised, treaties that were breached, least they covered the black mails and lies with a blanket of Diplomacy. But now is the snatch of the gallon beer from the drunkard because now there is what when diplomacy fails.....is war. "Now we are free." Later in the future a seed germinates bearing fruits of the YESTERDAYS as she possess the abilities to time travel and set broken pieces together but this has consequences in the future of mankind. Read along

Bella Marlene, seorang aktris pendatang baru dengan paras cantik dan memiliki sifat pekerja keras. Namun, gadis itu memiliki kelemahan, yaitu enggan berdekatan dengan seorang pria. Kelemahan itu bukan tanpa suatu alasan. Bella seringkali mengalami mimpi-mimpi aneh dan terjadi berulang kali dalam tidurnya. Yaitu, ia seolah berada dalam film klasik Eropa abad pertengahan. Namun sesungguhnya, semua mimpi yang terjadi pada Bella bukanlah sekadar mimpi. Terdapat kepingan-kepingan puzzle di dalamnya.

Di tengah terpaan musim dingin, Seren Eira menemukan pria tampan yang tergeletak di jalanan. Pria itu hampir membeku terbungkus selimut salju. Dengan belas kasih, Seren membawanya pulang dan memberinya nama "Theron", karena dia bilang tidak memiliki nama. Theron bukanlah pria biasa. Meski parasnya begitu tampan, dia dianggap "idiot" atau "setengah-setengah" oleh orang-orang sekitar. Sampai suatu malam, segalanya berubah. Theron yang polos dan lugu tiba-tiba berubah drastis. Pria itu memancarkan aura mengerikan yang tak pernah Seren bayangkan. Seperti predator yang membuka mata setelah tidur panjang. "Siapa kau?" gumam Seren gemetar. "Tak ingat? Padahal wajah ini seharusnya sulit kau lupakan." Mata Theron berbinar dengan ekspresi asing yang terlihat untuk pertama kali. Mulut yang biasanya sedikit terbuka seperti orang bodoh, kini membentuk lengkungan seringai kuat. "Pergilah." Menyaksikan sosok asing yang ada dalam diri pria itu, Seren merasa bulu kuduknya berdiri. "Ke mana aku akan pergi? Apa kau ingin membuang 'lintah' yang telah menghisapmu selama ini? Bukankah kau sangat senang saat aku menjilatmu hingga kering?"

Liora Belladona, mendapati dirinya tiba-tiba terlempar ke dunia tak dikenal dan terperangkap dalam zona waktu yang berbeda, tepat setelah mengalami kecelakaan tragis. Sialnya, dia juga masuk ke dalam tubuh tokoh antagonis, Cannaria Swan, karakter yang ditakdirkan menghadapi akhir yang mengenaskan. Kejadian irasional macam apa ini? Dalam kisah yang penuh intrik dan ketegangan, Liora harus menemukan cara untuk mengatasi takdirnya yang terjalin dalam takdir kelam Cannaria. Dia bersumpah untuk menjauhi Pangeran Neraka, bagaimanapun caranya. “Tidak, aku tidak ingin berurusan denganmu,” protes Liora. “Sayangnya, aku justru akan semakin menjeratmu. Semua yang ada di tubuhmu dari ujung kepala hingga ujung kaki adalah milikku,” desak Ellios.

"Zahid Group telah menyerahkan pembangunan The Zahid Heritage Towers kepada Naratama Group. Papa akan memberikan tanggung jawab proyek itu padamu, Karala… tapi dengan satu syarat." Karala Naratama tahu betul arti tawaran itu. Proyek bernilai fantastis tersebut adalah pembuktian bahwa ia lebih pantas menjadi pewaris Naratama Group dibanding abang tirinya. Dan seperti yang sudah Karala duga, harga yang harus dibayarnya tak pernah murah. Perjodohan. Bukan dengan Jeremy Zahid, CEO Zahid Group yang berstatus sudah menikah dan yang selama ini diam-diam menjadi kekasihnya melainkan dengan Damian Zahid, anak sulung keluarga Zahid sekaligus wakil menteri yang aktif. Di balik perjodohan, cinta yang terlarang dan kekuasaan, siapa yang akhirnya akan kalah oleh perasaan?

After I studied and lived in Descensio for five years, I finally graduated and was ready to return to my home country to take over my dad's company. When I arrived at the Sullivan Group building, I took a picture and posted it on my Instagram story with the caption. 'Since you're the man I love most, I'm here to see you immediately after graduation.' Yet, a woman appeared out of nowhere and slapped me as soon as I arrived at the company's lobby. "It's her! She's the hussy! She had seduced my husband back in high school. Now that my husband has become the director, she shamelessly showed up here to flirt with him. So, I want you girls to beat her up. I'll take the blame if anything happens." While the woman was cooking up a story about me seducing Marcus Lane, a director of Sullivan Group, others around simply looked on coldly and judged me. She slashed my limited-edition bag to pieces and smashed the expensive seal I wanted to give my dad. "You're just a gold digger wearing and buying fake luxury goods. It's just a few hundred dollars. I can still afford to pay you." However, little did she know that everything I had was real. Even if she and her director husband worked for the rest of their lives, they would never be able to afford to pay for the damages.

As the male lead, Henry Johnston, forces himself on me, a row of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Henry is about to misunderstand and think Aria drugged him! The angst is about to begin!" "I'm thrilled just thinking about Henry regretting dearly after Aria dies!" "Keep up the act, Henry. After she dies, you'll be hugging her corpse and crying every day." That is when I realize that I am the tragic female lead in a story where I am destined to be tormented until I die. The readers treat my death as a highlight to push the plot forward. They are counting down to my death. As I look at Henry, who is panting on top of me, anger courses through me. I grab a table lamp and smash it into him, killing him on the spot. Who says that the one who dies in a toxic romance story must always be the female lead?