The Death Mage Who Doesn T Want A Fourth Time

Ini kisah tentang Eleana dan Mikael, yang saling mencintai setelah pernikahan mereka. Mereka pikir pernikahan mereka akan selalu di selimuti kebahagiaan. Tapi, ternyata masih ada batu kerikil yang menghalangi kebahagiaan mereka. Mampukah mereka bertahan? Atau pada akhirnya mereka akan merelakan?

Sabi nila makikilala mo ang mga tunay mong kaibigan sa oras nang gapitan. Ito ang tumatak sa isip ni Drake. That night when everything in his world crumble. Napagtanto niya kung sino lang ang tunay na nagmamahal sa kanya at sa pamilya niya. In a single night he lost almost everything. His father died, his mother went ill. And his fiancée left him. Bukod sa Nawala ang yaman at karangyaan sa kanila. Kahit mga kaibigan nang pamilya nila tinalikuran siya. He is lost and in rage. He hates the entire world and curse the world. Then he meets Leandro Montefuego the very man who's responsible for his family's downfall. What's worse is he was asked to marry his grandchild and heiress to his wealth. She has nothing to do with his anger. But he is determined to take his revenge one way or another.

Kalau tahu seperti ini, seharusnya dia mempelajari ilmu medis atau perang saja! . Sheris tidak tahu jika dirinya pernah memiliki kehidupan lain yang jauh berbeda dengan yang dijalaninya saat ini. Namun yang jauh lebih mengejutkan lagi, kehidupannya sekarang sama persis dengan novel romansa-tragedi yang pernah dibacanya di kehidupan lamanya sebelum dia mati. Alur ceritanya klise, semembosankan takdirnya yang terlahir kembali sebagai seorang putri Duke yang akan menjadi istri pertama seorang kaisar tiran, lalu mati oleh orang yang sama karena sifat buruknya setelah menjadi permaisuri yang diabaikan. Sheris tidak keberatan dengan kehidupan gelap semacam itu, kecuali bahwa rasanya mati itu sangat, sangat menyakitkan. Dan dia akan melakukan segalanya agar tidak merasakan peristiwa mengerikan itu lagi dalam waktu dekat. Sayangnya, tidak semudah dalam cerita, seorang wanita yang menikahi kaisar tidak bisa bercerai kecuali mati. Dia akan terjebak selamanya dalam istana terkutuk ini, bersama pria sakit jiwa yang sangat membencinya. Maka dimulailah rencananya menyelamatkan diri dari sang tiran dengan mendeklarasikan cintanya kepada lelaki itu. Sheris tahu, hati lelaki itu sekeras baja yang hanya akan meleleh oleh tokoh utama wanita yang memiliki latar belakang keluarga mirip dengannya. Sosok yang dapat berempati dan memahami rasa sakit dari masa lalu sang kaisar. Dengan keyakinan itulah, Sheris terus berusaha mendekati sang tiran, berharap agar lelaki itu memberikannya hari pensiun yang tenang dan damai setelah kedatangan cinta sejatinya. . . Lalu kenapa lelaki itu jadi seperti ini? . . Edward memejamkan matanya, menelusuri lekukan antara leher dan bahu Sheris dengan perlahan dan kesabaran seorang predator. Jemarinya meremas helaian keemasan yang jatuh di antara bahu perempuan itu, lalu membuka matanya. "Yakinilah, Ratuku," bisiknya, dingin. "Bahkan setelah kau mati, aku tidak akan pernah melepaskanmu." Kenapa jadi begini?!

Bagaimana bisa seorang murid SMA dipaksa bekerja untuk membiayai kebutuhan sekolah mereka sendiri? Jika mereka menikmati pekerjaan ini, apa orang dewasa yang akan menanggungnya?

For four years I was his secretary, and for four years I warmed his bed. I knew everything, from his family business to the secrets he whispered to me at night. But to him, I was nothing more than a toy he could summon whenever he pleased. The moment his first love, Sofia Costa, flew back into the country, he humiliated me without a second thought. He kissed her in a Sicilian church, abandoned me on a rain-soaked road with a gash ten inches long on my calf, and later dismissed me with a cold, cutting line. He said I was someone unimportant, someone he could simply ignore. She waved the tulip plush he'd given her in front of me. "I'm the only one he loves. You were just a stand-in." While I rebuilt my life in Chicago and finally found some peace, this ruthless Mafia don knelt outside my door, eyes red with emotion. "Elena, come back to me." I kicked his hand away with a smile. "Your so-called devotion disgusts me."

Abductors bind me in a basement, subjecting me to the torment of dozens. Meanwhile, my husband, Evan Foster, dines by candlelight with his lover, Carmen Locke. My abductors grant me one chance to call for help, and I dial Evan's number. I'm certain he will come for me. I believe Evan would give his life for me, as he once vowed that his future held no meaning without me. Clinging to hope, I call the number etched in my heart. However, Evan scolds me for interrupting their date. "You think I'll come get you? Dream on. Maybe I'll bother to collect your body if you die out there." His words crush me, and I do die. Five days later, Evan stands before the autopsy table, grimacing at the mangled remains before him. Even as the police department's finest forensic expert, having dissected thousands of bodies, he condemns the killer's brutality. Yet, despite his cold dismissal of my desperate plea over the phone, he now wears a look of pity. Evan, if you knew these fragments belonged to me, would you still find me worthy of your compassion?

After my fiance’s childhood friend found out I was born with a heart condition, she secretly poured a high-dose energy drink into my champagne. The moment I drank it, my heart started racing, and stabbing pain spread through my chest. In a panic, I tore open my only emergency medication, but the water I used to take it had been swapped with strong lemon water. As soon as I drank it, my face went pale. I lost all strength and collapsed to the ground. “Lemon water’s full of vitamin C. It helps with hangovers and keeps you healthy.” Charlotte Whitmore laughed so hard she nearly doubled over. With her arms crossed, she looked at my fiance, Ethan Cross, the boss of the Rolling Stones. “Ethan, your fiancee’s acting is incredible! “I’ve been a doctor for years, and I’ve never seen anyone react like this to a little champagne and lemon water.” I bit my lip until I tasted blood. The pain made my eyes sting, and I clutched Ethan’s leg. “Honey, please, call an ambulance! I can’t take it anymore…” For a moment, his expression wavered, but the guests quickly cut in. “Come on, stop pretending! Nobody dies from a bit of champagne and lemon water.” “Yeah, you’re just jealous Charlotte got promoted and didn’t want to toast to her.” Ethan’s face turned cold again. He yanked my hand off and stepped away. “Charlotte’s a doctor. You’ll be fine with her here.” I stopped begging and texted my father asking for help.

Joshua Thompson, Rain Zimmer’s husband, had a deceased ex he could never get over—Lily Smithson. Rain always hoped that there would come one day where she could replace Lily’s presence in Joshua’s heart. In the eighth year of their marriage, Rain accidentally destroyed a bowl Lily had bought on a whim for Joshua, and Joshua yelled at her, “Get out! I don’t want to see you!” At that moment, Rain finally came to realize that she could never win against Rain’s ex. This time, she quietly drafted the divorce agreement and left, but Joshua panicked.

HER : I had to leave, i had my reasons. Leaving changed me. I had to forget my past, to adapt with my present, to face the future. I suddenly came back, but the problem is...I am different now. HIM : She left, without any reason, she didn't even say goodbye. Losing her changed me. I couldn't forget my past, my present stopped, i can't face the future. She suddenly came back, but the problem is...I am different now. We saw them fight, laugh, shout, cry. We saw them fall in love, we saw them get married and start on with their lives. But one man from her past -suddenly comes back- knocks on her door, enters her life and everything after goes downhill. Secret reveals, dreams get shattered, hearts get crashed, old wounds open again, and new scars start to show. They split apart, they hate , they change. And right now; they're not dead, yet still not alive. And the question stays; Will they ever get their love back, or will it just be the death of them both?

My sister and I are twins, and we both have kidney failure. After a long wait, we finally find two matching kidneys. The doctor is prepared to transplant one for me and one for her. However, she breaks down in tears in my fiancé's arms—she wants both kidneys for herself. When I object, my fiancé locks me up at home. He has my sister undergo surgery to have both kidneys transplanted. "You haven't been sick for as long as your sister has. She just wants to live like a normal person—how can you be so selfish? Can't you wait for the next matching kidney?" He doesn't know that I can't wait any longer, though. I'm going to die soon.