The Catcher In The Rye First Edition

It was a national holiday and we decided to drive back to my husband's hometown to spend the holidays. One day before we left, my husband's childhood crush came crying to him that she had not managed to buy train tickets home. My husband immediately decided to let her have my seat in the car and insisted that I take the train instead. I looked at him in disbelief. There was shock in my eyes. Even my son insisted I take the train. "Mommy, Aunt Rosie is so pretty. How could you make her take the train?" I did not argue. I booked my train ticket right in front of them. However, it was to my own hometown. I no longer wanted a biased husband and a disloyal son.

When the yacht was sinking, and only one spot was left on the lifeboat, Hendrix Zuckerman chose me. I was rescued, but Yana Bridgeton didn’t make it. She couldn’t wait for the second lifeboat and drowned in the ocean, her body lost forever. Hendrix pretended not to care and went through with our wedding as planned. For five years after our marriage, he trampled me into the dirt, blaming me for Yana's death. When I couldn't take it any longer and wanted a divorce, he decided to die with me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the yacht accident happened. This time, I’ve decided to give the chance to survive to the one he loves most.

When I had only three months left to live after taking the cursed blade meant for my husband Lucian, his first love Lily returned. When I endured the pain and prepared a dinner to commemorate our anniversary, he did not come back, he was having a steamy car session with Lily. When I went to the hospital alone to buy medicine, he was accompanying Lili for her pregnancy check-up. I pretended not to have noticed, I just silently played the role of a perfect wife, and wrote him four letters as a gift for our anniversary. After I die, he saw the gifts I left behind and went completely insane.

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.

My husband, Mark Thompson, and I went hiking. After eating some wild berries I picked, he was poisoned and died. When I got home, a woman named Sarah Miller and her son, Tommy Miller, showed up at my door. It turned out Mark had given them our house and car. On top of that, he owed them a huge amount of money. I ended up giving them all the savings I had. To care for my sick mother-in-law, Judith Thompson, I worked three jobs. I was surviving on basic meals like bread and butter. After years of exhausting work, I collapsed in the hospital. Judith told the doctors to stop my treatment. Just as I was about to die, Mark walked into the ward with Sarah and Tommy in his arms. He tossed five dollars at me. “Thanks for taking care of my mom all these years.” That was when I realized Mark had faked his death just to be with Sarah and their love child. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day we went hiking together.

Avoir une famille fait ressortir un sentiment indescriptible, que nul ne peut expliquer. Pour ressentir ce plaisir et ce sentiment d'avoir une famille, il faut avant tout en avoir. Alors qu'est-ce qu'une famille ? Darye n'a jamais connu ce sentiment, le sentiment d'avoir une famille sur qui compter quand tout va mal, une famille où elle aurait la possibilité d'avoir une mère et un père. Même avoir une famille qu'avec un seul parent serait aussi bien pour elle. Étant orpheline dès le bas âge elle sera élevée par sa tante qui n'est réellement pas une famille pour elle. Elles le savent toutes les deux mais sachant qu'elle ne peut rien changer elle subit simplement. Cherchant à sortir de cette situation qui peut la conduire à la mort, elle décide de tenter sa chance dans plusieurs domaines. Et comme la vie n'est jamais smoothe pour personne, elle aura des choix à faire. Elle tombe dans des histoires louches qui la conduisent sur un chemin inconnu. Elle trouvera une âme qui la fera sortir peu à peu du lot mais pour combien de temps ? Serait-il bon pour elle ? Seule la fin nous le dira.

If catching dreams is a job, are you willing to apply? ~*~ Pen only wanted to make money while she's young for she believes that a loser like her will never be successful someday, causing her to apply in a cafe during her summer vacation. There she met Psalm, Lovely and Sage who were also fighting their own battles and dwelling on their respective doubts who seek escape by applying in the cafe. Little did they know, their job will be more than just making and serving meals and drinks. But also... fulfilling their client's dream. Join them in their journey of catching dreams as they also discover the mystery of young love and friendship, reveal their lives' triumphs and tragedies and find out what it cost to make a dream come true.

The day my husband, Reece Malcolm, reached the pole for his polar expedition, his childhood sweetheart who was sent away reappeared in his bedroom. Everyone had kept it from me. Erica Lowell had been by his side day and night. Though Reece said he didn't want her there, he still allowed her to stay by his side for four years as his assistant. "You have to believe me, Lucy. There's nothing between Erica and me," he used to say. Always so sure. Always so convincing. But when he returned, it was with Erica in his arms—heavily pregnant. "She threatened to kill herself, Lucy. I didn't have a choice," he said. "The baby's coming. I need you to raise it. You know you're the only one I've ever loved." Four years. Four years of silence, of waiting alone in a house that never felt like home. Now, the lawyer is hired. The assets are tallied. The divorce papers are signed and sealed. I'm done.

Lyra Starluston tidak mengerti kenapa terbangun di dalam penjara. Padahal seingatnya, ia barusaja menyelamatkan dua anak kecil dari terjangan banjir dan hanyut terbawa arus bersama mereka. Namun kenyataan yang ia lihat sangat berbeda. Ia terbangun di balik jeruji besi dengan lantai dan tembok batuan yang dingin yang ia ketahui adalah penjara bawah tanah Istana Atterian! Bagaimana mungkin ia yang sangat setia pada kerajaan bisa berakhir di penjara tanpa sepengetahuannya?!

It was when the officiant took his name Serena knew she was getting married to a replaced groom whom she never met before. "You lied to me! I'm someone else's wife, you…", as soon as Denzel heard her saying it blood rushed to his veins. Squeezing her cheeks he looked into her eyes angrily,"Since the moment we got married you belong to me, you are mine so don't ever say that again if you don't want this night to be our first night!" Denzel Anderson, a cold-blooded mafia. He chose to marry her for his plan but when he was going to let go, he caged her in his own cave. She became his possession, his obsession and the reason for his death but he never intended to let her go even if he was to die.