Truck Time

On our wedding night, my husband didn't stay long enough to toast with champagne. He left me alone at the reception and retreated to the chapel. Because from the very beginning, this stoic, untouchable man had only ever loved my younger sister. For three years of my marriage, I poured myself into thawing a heart of stone, only to be met with glacial silence. "Claire," he said coldly, "I'd rather take vows of celibacy than ever love you." But when the truck came barreling toward me, the man who had resented me his entire life used his own body to shield mine. Just before I lost consciousness, I saw him gripping the paramedic's sleeve, blood staining his lips. "Don't tell that crazy woman who saved her… And don't let my family… make things difficult for her." Tears welled in my eyes. Only then did I realize I wasn't the only one at fault in this marriage. After coming back to life, I chose to join the United Nations Peacekeeping Forces and head straight to the front lines. If we were never meant to grow old together in this life, then let my final wish for him be this: A lifetime of peace, and an eternity of never crossing paths with me again.

I'd been married to Joshua Merck for five years, but we still didn't have kids. To stay healthy, I took those pricey custom vitamins he ordered from overseas—never missed a dose. Then my cousin came back from studying abroad, took one look at the bottle, and was like, "That brand doesn't even make custom vitamins." I sent them to the hospital for testing. The lab report hit me like a truck—birth control pills. Powerful ones. Suddenly, all those mornings with Joshua hovering over me, acting so concerned while I took my "vitamins," made sense. The whole thing had been a lie. Five years of lies. Just as I was gearing up to confront him, my phone buzzed—a group chat notification. Shirley Hoare had tagged Joshua. [Honey, I had a prenatal checkup today, and the doctor said I'm carrying twins! Your family's about to get two grandchildren at once—excited?] My heart turned to ash. Everything clicked. Fine. We were done. I pulled out my phone and replied to my childhood sweetheart's message from three days ago: [After watching the northern lights, I still wanted to see penguins in Antarctica.]

When I stand in the sales office and watch my best friend beat me to purchasing the foreclosed property I have my eye on, I finally know for sure that she has been reborn too. In my previous life, both my best friend and I had some savings. She invested all her money in the stock market, while I decided to buy a house to live in. Since I didn't have much savings, I ended up buying a foreclosed property where a murder had taken place. But inside the ceiling cavity, I discovered a safe containing ten million dollars in cash and over a dozen gold bars. Meanwhile, my best friend's money was trapped in the stock market. She lost everything and even ended up in debt. When she watched me move into a villa, drive luxury cars, and spend money extravagantly every day, my best friend flew into a rage. She lured me to a highway where an oncoming freight truck killed me. After my death, my soul floated in the air as I watched her and my boyfriend deceive the police together. They claimed I had been drinking and ignored traffic rules, rushing onto the highway to my own death. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day I'm supposed to buy the foreclosed property.

On the way to a dance competition, a massive truck rammed into me. My legs were shattered, and my mother was sent flying from the impact after she tried to protect me. My stepbrother, who was also my secret boyfriend of six years, went crazy after hearing the news. He had the driver dragged off to a lawless borderland and called in the best doctors in the country to save me and my mother. Not many people knew, but I was born with a rare sensitivity to pain. The more it hurt, the clearer my mind became. That was how I ended up lying wide awake on the bed, listening to Luke Quinton and his friend, Harvey Lane, talking just outside my hospital room. "Luke, are you sure about this? You really want to let Queenie practice on Natalie's mother's heart?" "She deserves it. That vile woman seduced my father and drove my mother to her death. If not for revenge, do you think I'd stomach being with her daughter for six years? "She should be honored that Queenie is dissecting her heart. Keep it from Natalie for now. If she loses it, she might ruin my wedding with Queenie. What would I do if that happened? The only woman I'll ever have as my wife is Queenie. No one will ever take her place." So, that was the truth. What I thought was a love strong enough to defy the world had been a lie from the very beginning—just a carefully crafted act of revenge.

Akala ni Ellaine ay katapusan na niya nang mabangga ng isang malaking truck ang sinasakyan niyang kotse. Laking-gulat na lamang niya nang sa muling pagmulat ng kanyang mga mata ay nasa isang madilim na siyang kuwarto... sa kama ng isang hindi niya kilalang lalaki. Akala rin niya ay iyon na ang pinaka-wild na nangyari sa kanya pero hindi pa pala. Mas wild pa pala nang ma-realize niyang napunta siya sa loob ng romance novel na huli niyang nabasa bago siya namatay. Ang masaklap... ang kasalukuyan niyang katauhan ay hindi ang Female Lead, hindi rin ang kontrabidang babae, maski ang secondary character na bestfriend ng Female Lead ay hindi pa rin siya. Siya lang naman ay isang cannon fodder character na hindi man lang naabutan ang simula ng main plotline! May mas masaklap pa pala... ang lalaking nakaniig niya nang unang gabing napunta siya sa loob ng nobela ay walang iba kundi ang Main Villain– ang big boss ng mga big boss ng mga kontrabidang hadlang sa buhay ng Male at Female Lead! Ano na lang ang mangyayari sa kanya kapag nalaman ng malupit na Big Villain na iyon ang nangyari sa kanila? Sigurado siyang hindi na talaga siya aabutan ng pagsisimula ng main plotline kung mananatili siya kaya napagpasyahan na lang niyang tumakas at mangibang bansa. Wala nga lang sa mga plano niya ang sorpresang iniwan sa kanya ng unang gabing iyon.

Adara Fredelina gadis biasa yang bekerja sebagai Admin Workshop pada perusahaan tambang batu bara di pedalaman Kalimantan terjebak dalam alunan cinta yang dibawakan oleh tiga orang pria padanya. Perkenalan yang menjengkelkan dengan seorang Mekanik bernama Hanzel Manuru dihari pertama ia bekerja membuatnya menjalani hari-hari yang penuh kejutan dan tantangan bersama Hanzel Manuru atau dipanggil dengan Hanz. Akibat kejahilan Hanz Adara bertabrakan dengan seorang Mekanik Senior dari PT. TRACKON bernama Arya Mahardika, yang pada akhirnya hubungan Adara dan Arya semakin dekat semenjak peristiwa itu. Sikap Arya yang hangat dan romantis membuat benih cinta tumbuh di hati Adara begitu pula sebaliknya dengan Arya namun keduanya tak berani mengungkapkan perasaan yang mereka miliki karena takut merusak hubungan adik-kakak yang telah mereka bina serta perbedaan keyakinan yang tak ingin mereka paksakan. Disaat Adara berhasil membunuh rasa cintanya pada Arya dan memilih untuk menjalin hubungan yang serius dengan seorang Operator Haul Truck bernama Irwan, Irwan justru menipunya hingga tega menyebarkan fitnah yang hampir membuat Adara di PHK. Arya akhirnya mengungkapkan rasa cintanya pada Adara namun sayang Adara sudah mencintai Hanz. Ketika Hanz dan Adara ingin mengungkapan rasa cinta yang mereka miliki sebuah permainan takdir datang lewat perjodohan Hanz dengan Evelyin anak sahabat ibu Hanz dan kekhilafan satu malam yang dilakukan oleh Adara. Hanz membatalkan pertunangannya dan kembali ke Kalimantan untuk menjemput Adara dan menikah dengannya namun Hanz harus menelan kenyataan pahit karena Adara sudah menikah dengan Diandra lelaki yang diam-diam mencintai Adara.

When the gas cooker exploded and Sharon Milton was close to death, only her five-year-old son, James Collins, was at her side. Her spirit stood next to James and looked at him as he sobbed and called Sean Collins. He begged Sean to come home and save his mommy. However, Sean only scolded him and told him not to lie like Sharon before hanging up. James wiped the tears from his eyes and called 911. When the ambulance finally arrived, Sean appeared and stept in. "Daddy, Mommy is bleeding out and needs the ambulance. Please don't take it from her!" "You little liar. Looks like your mom hasn't taught you very well. Step aside! Riley is due. She needs this ambulance more than Sharon!" James's eyes had turned red due to all the crying, but Sean pushed him away and left without even taking a look back. He got into the ambulance with Riley in his arms. "Daddy... Daddy! Please save Mommy!" James sobbed as he chased after the ambulance, but he didn't see the speeding truck that was heading towards him. Sharon shouted her son's name and wanted to push him away, but there was nothing she could do. She could only watch as James was run over by the truck. Beneath the wheels, there was a pool of blood spreading across the ground. Sharon was about to lose her mind. Over the past years, Sean had abandoned Sharon and James countless times for Riley Winston and her daughter. Whenever Sharon and Sean had an argument about this matter, Sean would always just say that he was repaying Riley's father for saving his life. Sharon just felt that Sean didn't know what he was doing. What she didn't expect was that he didn't care about her and James's lives at all. Sharon felt that she was the one who killed James. Her heart ached as she took her last breath. If there was another life, she just wished that she had nothing to do with Sean.

Bah voilà jme présente ! Moi, c'est Zaïna, orpheline, j'ai 15 ans, je suis Comorienne mais avant tous Musulmane. Malheureusement je ne sais pas pratiquer. J'y connais rien. On ne m'a jamais apprise. On m'a poser à mes 1 ans apparemment. Bref ma vie jvous la racontera après. Bref physiquement ? Jfais 1m60, un truck comme ça ! J'ai une couleur de peau matte. J'ai un corps normal et les formes la où il faut. J'ai les yeux marron claiiiir qui vire au marron foncé quand jsuis énervé. Les cheveux noir/marron, tous est en fonction du soleil. A l'ombre tu les verras noir et au soleil tu les verras marron. Bref ils sont long et y'a beaucoup de volume ! Mais personne sais. C'est chignon ou natte, jamais je les montre. Bref assez parler dmon physique. Jsuis une meuf genre qui parl pas, qui calcule personne mais quand il faut j'ai une grosse bouche et sa peut aller loin en deux quatre six. Dans cette orphelinat, jparle à dégun depuis le drame (A suivre...). On m'appelle même la "muette". Ok leur délire mais m'en bas les couilles je leur répond pas. J'ai un coeur en pierre, double portes blindé, double serrure et trois codes. Rien ne m'atteint à part mon passer mais personne la connait. Bref mes journées se passe comme ça: Réveille => école => boxe => chambre et je bouge plus de la journée. Ah oui oui depuis cette incident j'ai décidé de plus me laisser faire. Mes parents ? Même vu pas jparle. Ils m'ont abandonné dès ma naissance tsssss et voilà ou je suis maintenant DANS UN ORPHELINAT DE MERDE . A suivre...

Christmas time,a time of joy,happiness and laughter for most families. A time of opening presents and most importantly a time of giving. Sadly,this was not the case for the people at the white house.A Christmas celebration going on peacefully suddenly turned into a bloodshed with the President's daughter Lana kidnapped by the most feared terrorist group in Washington D.C. Find out more as dark secrets are unveiled in this thrilling book.

“Ipapalaglag mo ang anak natin?!” galit na sigaw ni Carcel sa'kin. “Pinirmahan ko na ang divorce paper 'di ba?! Kaya huwag kang mangialam sa gagawin ko, Carcel!" “Huwag mong idamay ang bata, Jett! Ipanganak mo lang iyan, at kami na ni Gia ang magpapalaki sa kanya!" "Ginag*go mo ba talaga ako, ha?!" tumutulo ang mga luha ko sa sakit. "Gusto mo ba talaga akong durugin nang buong-buo, Carcel? Hindi ba sapat na niloloko mo ako para sa kapatid ko na 'yon at sa anak niya, tapos ngayon gusto mo pang ipanganak ko ang anak natin para kayo na mag-alaga?!" "J-Jett, minahal kita. Pero si Gia na ang mas matimbang sa akin ngayon kaya---" "Kaya nga ipapa-abort ko na lang ang nasa sinapupunan ko! Para tuluyan nang maputol ang koneksyon ko sa'yo!" umiiyak kong sigaw at tumalikod. "No, Jett! Hindi ako papayag na may gawin kang masama sa bata!!" Nagmamadali akong tumakbo sa kalsada para tumawid sa takot na mahabol niya pa ako. "NOOO!! JEEETTT!!!" Subalit nanigas ako sa kinatatayuan nang may isang malaking truck ang malakas na bumusina. Nabulag ako ng ilaw niyon ngunit alam kong nasa harapan ko na ito. Sa pagkabigla ay pawang hinihintay ko na lamang na bumangga sa katawan ko ang truck. "JETT!!" mabilis akong tumilapon sa malamig na semento dahil sa kamay na tumulak sa akin, hindi ako ang nabangga ng truck.  Nanlalaki ang mga mata ko sa gulat nang makita si Carcel na gumulong-gulong sa kalsada kasabay nang pagkalat ng kanyang dugo. "CARCEL!!!" Na-comatose si Carcel sa loob ng limang taon, at nagising siyang may-amnesia. Nakalimutan niya si Gia, at ang pagmamahal sa akin lamang ang naaalala. Ngayon ay umaakto siyang parang hindi siya nagloko at halos magmakaawa sa akin na mahalin ko siyang muli kasama ng four-year-old naming anak na babae.