The Absolutely True Diary Of A Part-time Indian Audiobook

My African American Mom married a rich Japanese man. As I moved the skeleton of my new bed next to the window, I felt a gaze focused on me. Outside my window, was the house next door. The house shape was similar to ours, so it also had a window facing mine at the same level. Standing there on the other side was a skinny Japanese boy. As soon as I laid eyes on him, he stiffened, then shyly smiled and waved. His hair was all over the place, seeing him in his tanktop I thought to myself that he must've just rolled out of bed. But wasn't it the afternoon already? The boy says something but of course I can't hear him with my window closed so I slide it open. "Eto....hi." He tried in English. If someone were to tell me later I'd come to care about him deeply, I'd find that hard to believe. For as long as I could remember I've always felt empty. And that emptiness, I hid on instinct.

The night I confessed my love to my girlfriend, she wept so hard she could barely breathe. She said she had seen the future, and she wanted to make a promise with me. I asked her why. She only shook her head and said, "I don't remember… all I know is that in the future I regret something terribly. Frank, no matter what happens, you must give me three chances. Will you?" I was deeply in love with Agnes Grey, so I agreed without hesitation. But later, it was as if she had forgotten all about that night—forgotten it when she clung so intimately to her male assistant. Only then did I understand why she'd made me promise that all those years ago. Because the moment I signed my name on the divorce papers, I heard a familiar voice. It was Agnes at nineteen. Through her sobs, she pleaded, "Frank… you promised me, didn't you? You said you'd give me three chances."

I wasn’t even pregnant, yet I ended up popping abortion pills like they were candy. It was all because in my past life, the moment my widowed sister-in-law got pregnant, every single side effect of her pregnancy became mine. She strutted around happily with her big belly, consuming spicy tamales, while I was rushed to the hospital for violent nausea and stomach pain; she showed off her flawless skin in crop tops every day, while my stomach broke out in hideous stretch marks. When I told my husband what was happening, he just shoved me away impatiently. “Enough with the jealousy! My brother’s dead, and she’s carrying his only child. Of course, I should look out for her. Do you really have to put on such an act?” After that, my sister-in-law went even further. She kept testing her limits during pregnancy and even ate a mango she was allergic to. And me? I went into anaphylactic shock, landed in the hospital, and nearly died. Doctors couldn’t explain it. They just brushed it off, saying I was overly jealous and it was all psychological. Later, my sister-in-law tried to brand herself as a “hot single mom”. She went live, belly and all, to show off her weight-loss workouts. She jumped around for three straight hours. And me? My uterus literally gave out, and I hemorrhaged to death. When I opened my eyes again, it was the exact day she first announced her pregnancy.

Pertama kali mereka bertemu, Febrian dan Adam sama-sama berada dalam titik terendah hidup mereka. Febrian kehilangan arah setelah keluarganya mengalami kebangkrutan sementara Adam dengan ajaib selamat dari kecelakaan maut yang menewaskan tunangannya. Mereka sama-sama mengharapkan pertemuan kedua. Hanya saja tidak ada satu pun di antara mereka yang memintanya. Kedua kali mereka bertemu, situasinya sedikit rumit. Mereka bertemu tepat sehari sebelum hari pernikahan Adam digelar. Febrian punya banyak alasan untuk tidak memusingkan itu. Begitu pula dengan Adam. Namun semuanya berubah saat mereka kembali membicarakan pertemuan pertama mereka.

"Going back to heal and be gone." I thought the flow of my story will be the same in the future, just like how I am living with my life now, a normal living. Lahat ng iyon ay nagbago, when the future me came! Just what exactly happened to my future why she came here hurting and wanted me to change OUR future?

I, Xavier Locke, had married the same woman, Melanie Slater, seven times. But for the sake of her first love, Leonard Blueman, she divorced me seven times. The first time we got married, she told me, "I'll only love you for the rest of my life." But every time Leonard came back to the country, she sang a different tune. "Can't you be more sensible? How can you bear to stand by and let Lenny be called a homewrecker who snatches a married woman from her husband?" The first time we divorced, I cut my wrists to make her stay. I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, but she never showed up even once to see me. The third time we divorced, I humbled myself and applied to be her assistant at her company. I did that just so I could see her a little more. By the sixth divorce, I had learned to quietly pack my things and move out of the home we shared. My hysteria, my repeated backing down, and my tolerant compromises brought me nothing—just Melanie repeatedly divorcing and remarrying me. Time and time again, she pulled the same trick. With history repeating itself, I decided enough was enough. After hearing that Leonard was coming back again, this time, I handed her the divorce papers myself. As always, she set a date for our next remarriage. But what she didn't know… was that I was leaving for good this time.

(Cont. Of The CEO and a High-Schooler) Isabella Garcia signs a five year agreement with Alexander Martinez, CEO of Sky land corporation. During her academy life, she had a hard time surveying since business school wasn't lenient on her. After graduating from university, Isabella sees how the world really works when she tries to open a restaurant business. After encountering many battles, she opens and runs the restaurant successfully, but it was never a bed of roses for her. Her fate plays well with her. Her father returns, Alexander's grandfather sets him up with a blind date, Noah Johnson avoids talking to Isabella, her friends turning back on her. Once again, she was left all alone. Who's going to stand beside her this time?

A young widow is given one more chance at life when her life is reversed back in time using a time travel machine that had been her late husband's father's life's work, way before she was forced into an arranged marriage. But what does the new trip in time hold for her, especially when she meets her then husband in a new setting, and sees him in a different light, bearing in mind that he is already dead? And how fast is a whirlwind romance when she has to go back to her place in time to an empty bed? "You don't...look like someone who has a long time to live." I said to him, watching as his gaze became a little sad. "I guess when you live right, you don't need to."

Welcome To A World Of Different Possibilities! Where Fiction Is Explained. Where Travel Through Space Is a Breeze. Where The Mysteries Of The Unknown And Forgotten Are Rediscovered. Follow Kyrniz as she journey's to Remember What and Who she is. From Different points of view, we will Uncover Mysteries You, have Thought of? Dreamt of? Hear about?.. but probably forgot.... maybe ... A Different Form of Writing that Allows One to Think about Different Things. That do have something to do with the progression of my story. From the Evilness of disappearances, to what goes on when specific events happen unexpectedly, to the past that is a dream but not, What happens when specific 'locked in time' moments that cannot be undone happen? To a new world that is older than the oldest, deadly secret. Do you dare to challenge your mind on being a Descendant of an Impossibiliter? Or Discard this book for being Impossible to read? The Choice Is Yours

I made a deal with Sonia Quindt—the billionaire CEO. After I'd proposed to her ninety-nine freaking times, she swore she'd finally show up for the hundredth. Spoiler: she didn't. She was out there at some concert with her boy toy. And, of course, someone caught them on livestream. Big kiss. Big viral moment. Meanwhile, my face was plastered all over the internet too—lonely guy number one, waiting for a bride who never existed. Everyone online started making bets. Who was the mystery woman? How long until I came crawling back for the hundred-and-first proposal? Sonia, apparently struck by some last-minute guilt, promised she'd make it right next time. Said she'd actually show up. And she did. Wedding dress. Perfect makeup. Cameras ready. She got a text from me: [Sonia, there won't be a hundred-and-first proposal. We're done.]