The End Of History And The Last Man

Bismillah, Pic by pixbay, edit by Canva, cover by Canva. Utamakan membaca Alquran :) --------------------------------------<<<>>>>>>> Joe baru saja bebas dari penjara, lalu mendapatkan istrinya selingkuh dan putri semata wayang pun dijual oleh keluarga mantan istrinya. Tidak ada yang tahu kalau Joe Hans, yang dipandang sebelah mata oleh keluarga Jilly, istri Joe, adalah panglima perang dengan setriuliunan aset mendunia. Demi mencari sang putri, terpaksa Joe membungkam satu persatu keluarga mantan istri. "Kiara sudah kami jual!" Seru Rosita Miller lantang. Sungguh lancang dia mengatakan ini tanpa merasa berdosa. Nanar lah Joe mendengar itu. Seketika wajah Joe menjadi bengis menatap ibu kandung dari mantan istrinya. Sudah gila! Apa yang dia katakan! Batin Joe. Mampukah Joe menemukan sang buah hati? Jangan lupa dukung cerita Eshal yang kedua ya man teman. Ditunggu saran dan kritiknya di kolom komentar :)

In that little town on the island, there was one family more rich and powerful than the rest, the Dankworths. And Jana knew that all too well. She was a pretty fifteen-year-old girl from the other side of town. Her family were outcasts, nobodies, seen as part of the lowlifes. But even so, she had eyes only for Lawrence Dankworth, one of the Dankworth sons. He became the center of her universe, though she had to keep it a secret. If people ever found out about her ultimate crush on him, she would become the laughingstock of the town. Lawrence held nothing but hatred for her family. It even came to the point where he showed up at their home and ordered them to leave. She was too shocked to comprehend the hatred in his eyes, too stunned as their house burned under his command, before she could even pack what little they owned. They had no choice but to leave the island. But Jana carried the memory of that day deep in her heart. Years passed. And now, she has decided to return.

I never wanted wealth, power, or the responsibility that goes with it. Making a difference by fighting fires was my dream. That and a pretty girl to love at night. But life didn’t ask me. After struggling through the business world, I finally have a chance to return home to chase my dreams. The girl next door, my best friend’s little sister, was there waiting. And she's all grown up. But she’s not too thrilled to see me back. But I’ll change that. I can’t help but fight for what I know we could be, no matter what it costs me. When I finally start to melt her heart, life calls me back to the city, back to the grind thanks to tragedy. It’s her or my future, and I have no choice in the matter. My father’s company is my only legacy, or is it? A little life is growing inside of her, and that changes the game. My self sacrifice doesn't seem so damn important anymore. I might have been forced into becoming a billion dollar man, but I’ll always be a small town guy at heart. And that pretty girl that stole my heart all those years ago? She's gonna be mine. Like she always has been.

Orlando Green is part of the English mafia looking for his queen to share his life with. Kacey Leigh is in year 11 at Hilton crescent high she catches the 20 year olds eye when she is leaving for the day. Once he approaches her her life will change for ever if she accepts him and what he stands for. “Please let me go I don’t belong in your world !” “My world is you’re world Kacey you agreed to being mine and you will stay mine through thick and thin.” “Please let me go!” “Mine!” He roared.

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.

He opened the box and read the letter inside. It said: I married you to fulfill my dreams, but little did I know that you would become the man of my dreams, Alessandro. Fate has its ways of weaving two people together and separating them as well. I just wanted to say, thank you, for everything. And sorry. Sorry that I couldn't gain your trust. Sorry that the only thing that you experience when you see my face is, quoting you, pain, betrayal, and regret. But you can stay happy now since this is where our journey ends. Lastly, a confession, every touch, and every kiss meant something to me… With affection, Your Tesoro. As the letter slipped from between his fingers and flew down the sky-high building, he laughed, hysterically, knowing that this was the end of their marriage. Amber Williams, an ambitious twenty-three-year-old woman with dreams of establishing an art gallery spins herself in a web of secrets, drama, and lies when she agrees to a contracted marriage with the cold-hearted mafia boss, Alessandro Bianchi. Will she melt his cold heart with her fire? Or will the flames burn them both?

Emilia Darcy found herself on the run, alone and vulnerable after suffering two years of an abusive relationship.With a new life and a new name,Zachary Evans walks into her life. Unexpectedly Emilia finds herself falling for the rich and handsome businessman but is constantly looking over her shoulder in fear of The Abusive Man finding her and taking back what he calls his.

The lands have been cursed, and no female children have been born to Alphas or Betas for almost two generations, none… except for her, Ellie Knight, the last Luna.Alphas come from far and wide to battle for her hand. Only one could win.Who will it be?Alpha Ulysses who seems more like a friend?Alpha River who caught her eye immediately?Or Alpha Blade who cheats at every turn?***"And the winner of the tournament is…'"Ellie grasped the handsome Alpha who had won her hand.She remembered the stolen kisses they'd shared in the woods and the times he'd danced with her at the celebratory balls. And she couldn't have been happier to finally be his.However, the wedding which should be her happiest moment turned into a humiliation and a betrayal.Would Ellie ever allow him back to her life, or would she spend the rest of her days as a rejected mate?The Last Luna is created by ID Johnson, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Walter planned sixty-six proposal trips just to win me over. On the sixty-seventh, I finally said yes. The day after our wedding, I gave him sixty-six "forgiveness cards." We made a deal: every time he upset me, he could use one to earn my forgiveness. Over six years of marriage, every time he made me angry because of his childhood friend Janet, Walter would hand me a card. By the time he used the sixty-fourth, he began to sense something was off. I no longer reminded him to keep his distance. I no longer needed him the way I used to. However, the last time he left me behind for Janet, I reached out, stopped him, and asked: "If you go to her again… can I still forgive you with one of these cards?" He paused mid-step and looked at me, half helpless, half amused. "If you want to use one, use it. You've got plenty left, don't you?" I gave a small nod and watched him walk away. He still thought those forgiveness cards would never run out. What he did not know was— There was only one left.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?