Susan Storm Fantastic Four

Empat mayat pria tanpa identitas ditemukan dalam kondisi mengenaskan di empat tempat berbeda secara hampir bersamaan. Penyelidikan dilakukan. Aipda Zen Devano, seorang anggota tim identifikasi sidik jari INAFIS Polertabes dibantu istrinya yang seorang penulis fiksi kriminal terkenal, Kanaya Susan Olivia, mulai melakukan penelusuran benang merah kasus tersebut karena terindikasi pembunuhan berantai. Identitas korban satu persatu terpecahkan. Namun, penyelidikan mengalami jalan buntu karena antara satu korban dengan yang lainnya sama sekali tidak memiliki hubungan apa pun. Saat kasus tersebut tidak mengalami perkembangan dan hampir dilupakan, korban kelima ditemukan. Ini adalah kesempatan terakhir Aipda Zen untuk menangkap pelaku pembunuhan berantai tersebut sebelum dia membunuh lebih banyak lagi. Siapa sebenarnya pelaku? Apa motifnya membunuh begitu banyak laki-laki?

People say, “When you are torn between two lovers, choose the second one. Because there won’t be a second person if you really loved the first one.” But how would you know that you love the second one more than the first one? What if your mind was just clouded when you’re with the second one? People say, “Trust is the most important ingredient in love.” But would trust encompass distance? Would trust give you the insurance that one would not look away from you? Would trust give that certain assurance that one will always be yours? A story of betrayal. Tears. And drama.

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

Catherine Turner was the naive young lady of the Turner family. She should be loved and treated like a precious jewel but the wrong marriage with Billy Rodriguez - the young master of the Rodriguez family - had brought her down to hell. Her beloved husband had an affair with her soulmate and planned to get the Turner family down. He took Turner Group as his property, made her mother and father die in an accident. Her eldest brother had been taken to a mental hospital. Catherine had lost everything, then she decided to risk her life to drag those two ungrateful people to the grave. After all her efforts, she failed and she was killed. When she was near death, she prayed to Mighty God that if she had a chance to do it again, if she could be reborn in a new life, she would change everything. She would stay away from these bad people who just used her like an ugly doll. She would take revenge for what they had done to her. And if she had the last chance, she would find him, Christoper Harris Borrisons. She would appreciate him - the one who did everything for her but did not want her to return anything, even though she had been cruel to him all the time. If there's an afterlife, I will find you and make up for everything that I owed you. And… if there's any chance, I will be truthful to myself, not living a lie anymore.

He is the most ruthless gangster. She is the strongest gangster. They seem similar but how similar would the two be if they are to marry each other? How chaotic would the marriage be if both of them sees each other on the field...against each other?

If there's only one year left in her life, she wants to die in the arms of her beloved man! A diagnosis of brain tumor drove her to make a crazy decision: to marry him and trade her perfect heart for his. One year later, she died, leaving that heart to the woman he loved the most. Naively, she believed that even in death, her heart would continue to beat inside the body of the woman he cherished, keeping him company... Unexpectedly, she became pregnant. A comprehensive physical examination revealed the truth: she was the most foolish woman in the world. She wasn't sick at all; he had always targeted her heart. The operating table was so cold, so icy; he was so heartless, and she was so desperate... But ultimately, her life shouldn't have ended. So, let all those who harmed her tremble. She has returned!

Her nipples stood firm, pink and inviting, poking through the light nightwear she had on. ‎ ‎My lips circled her pebbles and my tongue glided against it smoothly in my thoughts, ‎ ‎Fuck. ‎ ‎I felt my member pulse and grow harder, ‎ ‎Every inch of my body screamed at me to hold on to it and give it a squeeze, ‎ ‎Then mould that ass. ‎ ‎And fuck that… ‎ ‎Fuck, ‎ ‎But as I sat, I felt her soft hands run through my back, ‎ ‎Slowly caressing my neck, her boobs pressed against my back , ‎ ‎I nearly lost it the moment, her tongue flicked my ear lobe, wetting it with just the right amount, ‎ ‎"Victoria ...."a moan escaped my lips, then she leaned in. ‎ ‎"fuck me...." she whispered. ‎ ‎ ‎Victoria Lurkin is an entrepreneur, the heir to the lurkin empire. And a virgin.‎ ‎After her boyfriend proposes to her, she finally decided to give In to his sexual appeal, but on that night, she discovers he is having a sexual affair with her sister. ‎Victoria is Shattered and humiliated, but one night of escape entangles her in a web as she crosses path with Lucas Lorenzo. a gangster about to serve jail term whose insane physical features prompts her to make a decision that poses as a threat to not just the family but to herself. ‎ Now, forced into a marriage built on a scandal, power and manipulation, Victoria finds herself trapped in a world where love is a weapon and trust is a lie. ‎ ‎What then happens when love lust and binding romance becomes the very pillar to her downfall and the gangster serving as the speed boat leading her is a man with an unimaginable secret. ‎

When Rebecca discovers she is pregnant, she brings it to her derricks notice, her husband. Who however instructs her to terminate the pregnancy even when she had initial interest of keeping the baby. But she must protect her marriage by fulfilling derricks wishes. What then happens when tragedy strikes and Rebecca is left at the mercy of her greek godlike driver? Laying a foundation of hidden truths, lies, betrayal and misconceptions. Will Rebecca still be willing to go the extra length to save or sabotage her marriage?

By six, Amelia had whipped up a six-dish dinner with soup—Chad Felton's favorites, of course. By seven, she'd prepped his bath, complete with rose petals and candles. By eight, his slippers were perfectly lined up by the door. At nine, Chad finally strolled in. Amelia stepped up, taking his suit jacket. "Eat first or bathe?" she asked, setting the slippers in front of him and hanging the jacket. "Bathe," he muttered, eyes glued to his phone.