The Memory Of The Candy Manhwa

Khezlyri was mourning of his family's death. When she was five years old her mother was beathen by her father into death. She had an older brother but both of them was a mere children back then and they coudn't did anything but to watch their mother dying in their father's own hand. She want to kill her father and make him pay for all his debt and sins and to avenge her mother's death. She and her brother was split up and never been meet until after 15 years,she was an orphaned woman who had the desires in her heart and that is to find his long lost brother and father, then she went through investigations where leads her to deaths where she could find the worst darkness secrets could ever existed in earth.

"You are no wife to me, do you get it?" He said, stepping forward crushing my already thinned personal bubble. "I am marrying you because of circumstances. The sooner you feed that to your peanut size brain, the better it will be for you and me. Do you understand?". Pushing me back against the wall with so much force it made me grunt at impact. Intense pain shot through my body when he pressed himself on me. It was like he was trying to ram me into the wall or something! - idiot- Big fat S-O-B. All these curses were going through my mind. All I want to do now is scratch his arrogant face and give him a feel of his own medicine. However, in this compromising position, I am right now! I can hardly move. So, all I did was look straight into his eyes and glared back with the same intensity. I try to break free by pushing and squirming. Alex had me in a grip so tight it felt like a hulk holding me down, so hard that it was painful. I tried to look away, but his voice made me freeze. "Answer me. Do not look away when I am talking to you bit*h!”. “Do-You-Get-What-I-Just Said? Or do I need to make myself a little clearer? hmm?" "Yes, I get it. I'm-Not-Your-Wife." "Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your wife," I said, more like spat it out, it was like poison coming out of my mouth. "Why are you smirking at me ?" he asked. Completely oblivious to what is about to come. I composed my happiness concealing it with my ‘I’m am innocent, like a kitty look’. "Oh, you're about to find out," I said.

While I was nine months pregnant, the apple of my husband’s eye moved into our house. Whenever she saw me, she would make a sad face. My husband was sure that I was flaunting my pregnancy to make her angry. “Rachel is frail, and she can’t get pregnant, yet you’re walking around making her upset?! Do I seriously have to teach you a lesson?!” He ordered the bodyguards to lock me in the attic that had not been in use for a long time and told them not to give me food. I pleaded for mercy and told him that the ultrasound scan showed that the twin babies were too big. I told him that the doctor had claimed that I had to be hospitalized while I waited for my delivery. But he laughed as if he had heard the world’s greatest joke. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice. “You’re still three days away from your delivery date! Enough with the pitiful act! Repent while you’re in the attic! This is what you get for making Rachel upset!” The contractions hurt so much that I clenched my fists to the point that my nails broke, but no one unlocked the door to the attic. My piercing screams echoed in the attic for a long time until my whole body was soaked in blood, and one of my babies was stuck between my bloody legs. Three days later, my husband ate his breakfast that was not up to his taste and said, “Have Jane make breakfast for me, then have her apologize to Rachel with a gift. If she’s sincere enough, I’ll send her to the hospital to deliver the babies.” But no one dared go up to the attic because the blood that flowed down from it had already reached the second step of the stairs.

For five years, I thought our marriage was solid. Then, my husband, Lionel Franco’s first love, Sandra Howard, posted a photo of a property deed on her social media. The caption read: [Thank you, Lionel, for transferring the house to me.] I stared in disbelief and left a single comment: [WTF?] Lionel called within minutes. “She’s a struggling single mother. Transferring the house to her makes it easier for her son to get into school. It doesn’t affect where we live,” he snapped. “How can you be so lacking in compassion?” In the background, I heard her muffled sobs. Half an hour later, she tagged me in another post.  This time, she flaunted her Mercedes worth over a million dollars, with the caption: [Paid in full. As the saying goes, ‘Where a man spends his money, that's where his heart is’.] I knew he bought it to soothe her temper. But this time, I had enough. I decided to divorce him.

Sebelum bersedia menerima jabatan yang akan diberikan oleh ayahnya, Tristan memutuskan menyamar di salah satu hotel cabang milik keluarganya. Selain untuk mengetahui suasana calon anak buahnya nanti sekaligus kinerjanya, ia juga ingin menyelidiki langsung isu yang didengarnya. Sebuah isu yang kemungkinan besar memengaruhi perkembangan hotel milik keluarganya, yaitu penerimaan karyawan yang tidak sesuai prosedur alias melalui kenalan.Selama menyamar, Tristan berteman dekat dengan dua karyawan perempuan di hotelnya, Shanon dan Vikha. Shanon merupakan rekan kerja di divisinya, sedangkan Vikha temannya di divisi lain. Walau terpesona dengan Shanon, tapi Tristan harus memendam perasaannya karena perempuan tersebut sudah mempunyai kekasih. Tadi ia sadari ternyata Vikha juga menaruh sebuah rasa padanya.Akankah persahabatan mereka tetap terjaga setelah perasaan masing-masing terkuak dan identitas asli Tristan diketahui?

Alice Ashford was born a hunter. Trained to kill the monsters that haunted the night, she wore her family’s legacy like armor, silver bullets, sharpened blades, and a name feared by every werewolf in West-bridge. But one secret kiss with Liam, the golden boy of her school…and the son of the Crimson Moon Alpha, shatters everything. Because Liam isn’t just a wolf, he’s her blood and her forbidden half-brother. And then there’s Kane. Silent, watchful, dangerous in ways Liam never was. A werewolf from a rival pack who should have been her enemy, but instead becomes her shield. Torn between loyalty and desire, family and fate, Alice uncovers a truth more devastating than the lies she’s been fed: she isn’t human at all. She’s the bridge between worlds, hunter and wolf, hated by both, desired by many. When war ignites between packs and hunters, Alice must choose where she stands… and who she’s willing to bleed for. Because in the end, love can save her, or destroy her. And the monsters aren’t just in the woods.

I stayed by William Gavin's side for three years and proposed to him three times. He rejected me each time. With a look of utter disdain, he said, "Every time I see that scar on Whitney Spencer's stomach, I remember the baby that died in there. It just makes me think she's dirty." The words pierced my heart like a knife. And yet, I still asked him to marry me a fourth time.

This is a love story of two brilliant individuals who are made for each other. Dr. Niharika Sehgal, a badass businesswoman is ruling over the cosmetic industry. She is keen on funding a project for the production of organic anti-aging cosmetics. Born with a silver spoon, she is indeed, beauty with brains. Dr. Arpit Khandelwal, is a renowned botanist working over wide range of plants discovering their anti-aging properties. Being from a normal family and having sudied from Cambridge, he is indeed, a brilliant man. Interestingly both of our protagonists are graduated from same college. Let's discover the affectionate journey of Niharika and Arpit pulling up the strings of love. Let's began the rollercoaster ride.

"Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine.

My name is Cassie Aster. I was born Cassandra Burton. I wasn’t born rich, or with a powerful name. But I was born smart—some would say lucky. At fifteen, I entered a contest for a scholarship to the most prestigious school in the country: Aster Academy of Excellence. Out of more than four hundred applicants, only five were chosen. By sixteen, I was walking through its gates. That’s where I met him—Jacob Aster. The son of the school’s owners. The heir to one of the wealthiest families on Earth. I fell for him immediately, but I rejected him—over a hundred times. My studies, my scholarship, my future came first. To him, that meant only one thing: he had to buy my love. Over a decade later, we’re married. And to the world, I’m the luckiest girl alive—proof that fairy tales come true. From rags to riches, just like that. But I never thought of myself as having only rags. And I didn’t marry him for his riches. Still, every time he strays, he buys my forgiveness—for $100,000. For him, I gave up my career. For him, I live like a caged bird, taken out only for display. For him, I die a little every day. Every time my card doesn’t decline, my heart does. Most of his women at least have the shame to stay out of my sight. But not her. Coral Monroue is shameless. He favors her now. And I can’t help but wonder— will she be the one who finally pushes me to leave?