Sunday Inspirational Quotes

Sinopsis "...kadang aku ragu, kamu kenangan atau cuma sekedar bayangan. Tapi apapun itu, 'kita' bukan lagi kenyataan sekarang." Itu adalah sepotong surat dari Gathan, pada selembar foto blur miliknya. Fanala sama sekali tak menyangka bila dulu ia dicintai sebegitu besarnya oleh lelaki yang beberapa tahun lebih muda darinya itu. Laki-laki yang membuatnya lupa akan pedihnya cinta pertama, laki-laki yang mengajarkannya jatuh cinta lagi, laki-laki yang konyolnya selalu meninggalkan earphone agar punya alasan untuk menemuinya, juga laki-laki yang hilang dan dinantinya begitu lama.

Before Mom's surgery, Mason—yeah, the Mason Leonhart from one of Brighton's big-name families—suddenly "had" to go on a business trip and couldn't be at the hospital. A few hours later, Judy Yeager blasted a video on social. There was Mason, Mr. Born-With-A-Silver-Spoon, recycling bottles with her. Caption: [If we work hard together, no hardship can scare us.] I couldn't resist. [Future Leonhart heir, worth ten billion, still helping his girl recycle bottles to trade in for cash—heartwarming.] It vanished in seconds. My phone lit up. Mason's voice? Ice cold. "Shiloh Harrington, what was that? Call Judy. Tell her you were joking." I laughed. "Keep playing your little poor-boy cosplay without me." Hung up. Three days till the divorce cooling-off ended. Then Mason could be the broke man he was pretending to be.

Trope #1 "It is over between us Joe! I am done!" Emily fired at Joe heavily. Joe couldn't believe his eyes, "you mean you called me here to tell me it is over?" He asked in disbelief. His heart shattered into pieces at an instant. "Don't you get it? You are just too broke. I can't be with a person like you! No… not any more," she emptied with disgust rustling out of her voice. ………………………………………………. Joe Wolford has lived all his life trying to please his girlfriend, but his girlfriend is nauseated about his status. She broke up with him and became his Ex. Joe Wolford couldn't hold together his shattered heart, the hurt he felt led him to find out about his innate power; Joe is a seer. One day Joe saw a vision to his Ex that she is going to die on her birthday. He had to meet his Ex and tell her about the vision, but she wasn't moved by his words. Instead, she invited him to her birthday for him to witness what would become of his vision. Joe, on a mission to prove himself went to his Ex birthday party, unfortunately, Joe's vision didn't come to fulfillment. He was mocked that very day that he lost confidence in himself and his innate ability. "What happened?" "Why didn't his vision come to pass?" "What would Joe do?" "Will he be able to confront his Ex ever again?" Find out in this captivating romance novel.

BLURB: After losing her home and family, Joan Crawford was forced to serve as a maid to the Alpha king. On the day the Alpha king had called for a ceremony for all alphas, that was the same day Joan is to turn eighteen. Alpha Rex discovers that Joan, his maid, was his true mate. He despised her, made her do things that made her cry and despite how much he tries to reject her, he couldn't because of his dying mother who has longed to see her daughter-in-law. After the one night stand with her mate, Joan realizes she can't withstand her mate's hatred for her, she has to leave. What happens when she runs? Will Alpha Rex be able to withstand the distance between his mate?

I was a violin prodigy. But to pay my mother’s debts, I was forced to give up everything. That’s when I met the man who would own me: Dante Moretti. He was the king of New York's underworld. The Don of the Moretti family. With a single phone call, fortunes were made. With a single glance, blood was spilled. The world didn't just bend to his will—it broke. And on that day… what he wanted was me. He gave me a five-year contract. A penthouse in a skyscraper overlooking all of New York. More jewels and gowns than I could count. Every night he needed me, I’d put on whatever lacy thing he picked out. We’d have sex. Five years. 999 times. There were moments—his sweat dripping on my forehead, his soft breaths inside me, the way he’d look at me—when I let myself dream he loved me. Then the video dropped. Him. On the street. Kissing another woman. I knew the truth. He was my keeper, not my lover. Everyone laughed. They couldn't wait to see me lose my mind, begging him to keep me. Instead, I turned my back on him. And married another man.

On the day of the SAT exam, my girlfriend’s childhood friend, Benedict Casper, forgot his admission ticket at home. She insisted on retrieving it for him, but I begged her not to go. In the end, Benedict missed his final chance for taking the exam and, overwhelmed by despair, he jumped to his death. Years later, my girlfriend, Ella Simpson, and I graduated from Whitmore Institute of Technology, landed high-paying jobs, and built a picture-perfect marriage. But on the anniversary of Benedict’s death, she stabbed me repeatedly, her voice trembling with rage, “You killed him. If I’d gotten his admission ticket, he would’ve never jumped.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the exams. Ella’s frantic voice rang in my ears, “I have to go back, Dominic. I need to get Benedict’s ticket!” This time, I smiled and said, “Go ahead. Be careful on the way.”

As the top phone service sales representative, I unexpectedly received a malicious complaint. I expect to be given a fair resolution, but nothing of the sort happens. The director calls off my imminent promotion and has an intern take my place. I'm indignant and want to resign, but I accidentally overhear the intern acting coquettishly toward the director. "Daddy…" The director is the general manager's husband, though. Everyone in the company knows they're DINKs. Where would he have gotten a daughter from? I chuckle and shred my resignation letter. Behold my wrath and revenge!

In my past life, my best friend and I married twins at the same time. We shared secrets, complained about our husbands, and teamed up to outsmart our overbearing mother-in-law—it was truly enjoyable. Until the day I nearly died giving birth to twins. As I lay on the brink of death, my best friend cradled my newborns and revealed the cruel truth. “Thank you, Bianca, for giving me such adorable twins. You had no idea, did you? The twins only ever loved me. If I had the ability to give birth, we wouldn't have used you as a tool to have kids. "You’re poor and have never been loved, so it was far too easy to manipulate you. Even the way your husband loved you? It was all my idea—I planned every move he made. “Oh, and every time you two were intimate, I was watching through the cameras—every single time!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I met my best friend.

Reborn as the long-lost Rogers heir, missing for fifteen years, I avoided every chance to bond with my two brothers in this family. When they tossed me Vivi’s discarded, ill-fitting gown for the family gala, I smiled and put it on. When they sent Vivi to get an elite education while ordering me to scrub the utility room, I picked up the mop without a word. When they let Vivi chase love and dumped her rejected suitor on me, I didn’t fight. I accepted her leftovers with a calm nod. This was all because in my past life, I had spent my entire life desperate for my brothers' approval, only to end up despised by everyone for it. When I died in the crossfire of a gangland shootout, my own son pushed my body away in disgust. "Mom, did you really waste your whole life on such a petty fight with Aunt Vivi? Dying for the family would have been a more dignified end. At least then you wouldn't have disgraced our name." I left this world filled with resentment, only to open my eyes and find myself back at the moment I first set foot in the Rogers estate. This time, I'm done fighting. The power, the name, the honor. I'm letting them have it all. I’ve already been accepted into a closed-door medical project. Soon they will never see me again.

A business trip took an unexpected turn when our plane ran into disaster. While everyone else was penning their last words, I, an orphan with nothing to lose, decided to have a little fun with my miserly boss. “Boss, let’s keep this short—I like you.” “I really, really like you.” “Boss, this is a final goodbye.” Just when all hope seemed lost, the captain pulled off a miracle with his years of experience, saving us from the brink of catastrophe. By the time we landed safely, I was still in a daze until I saw my boss, eyes bloodshot, storming toward me, flanked by a wall of black-suited bodyguards.