What Does A Ghost Writer Do

It is in the human nature to expect things from a person. And of course, as a human, one will tend to try to reach their goals no matter how big or small it is. One will strive hard to reach those expectations, sometimes even ace it. However, not all things goes the way one planned it and that is what happening to Pharynne Mauridelle Cortés. Pharynne Mauridelle Cortés is a full of hope woman. She's a woman who will give her all selflessly no matter what and how much struggles she have in life. However, no matter how beautiful a rose can be, it wouldn't change the fact that it still have thorns. Thorns that even she herself can get hurt by it. She is beyond what the society wants her to be. For beyond what it seems to be in the strongest façade a woman can have, is her broken and wounded self that she couldn't even mend it herself. And when she reached her outmost endpoint, her world clashes with Jhariêx Ivan Romanov Strëízhnnërr IV. The man full of mystery who will be her anchor and thread of light that will help her heal and rebuild herself. But then, when things are almost at its place, she will suddenly discover the mystery behind his life. Being lied to and destructive pain she felt, causing her demons to fully swallow and win against her. No matter how beautiful and delicate a flower is, if it starts to get rotten inside, it will still wither and die.

Matt Simpson meets Tess Holloway on a dating app through with the help of his friend Greg. They (Matt and Tess) go out on a coffee date where they bond after which they fall in love. It doesn’t take long before they get married. It doesn’t take long before tragedy strike. Tess dies a few hours after her childbirth throwing Matt into a deep sorrow. This incident leaves Matt totally devasted knowing how heartbroken he has been all his life after he lost his parents at an early age and also a series of heartbreaks. After some time, Matt decides to give Love another shot but after a few dates, he gives up any hope at getting a shot at love and tries to concentrate on raising his son. Just when he thinks he had forgot about the way Love feels, destiny smiles at him in a such a way that he never imagined. Gradually Matt is thrown into the dilemma of coping with stress of being a single Dad and maintaining a relationship with Karen who has just fallen in love with. He has to decided whether to be a father to his son or give up the custody of his son to Joan (Tess’s Mum) just to be with Karen.

What happens when the life you thought that was once perfect becomes a complete nightmare overnight?. Vivian thought she had the perfect life married to the man she loves but she's left completely heartbroken when he betrays her and has an affair with another woman. Now all she wants is revenge to make them pay for hurting her. Filled with hatred and revenge will she be able to move on from the hurt that was inflicted upon her or will a new prince charming with secrets of his own sweep her off her feet and teach her to love again?

Passei toda a minha vida vivendo à sombra da minha irmã, Juliana, a mulher que todos no círculo dos herdeiros da máfia adoravam e protegiam. Ela não fazia ideia de que eu havia renascido. Assim como na minha vida anterior, ela sorriu de forma doce e gentil, insistindo para que eu escolhesse meu noivo primeiro, fingindo ser atenciosa e generosa. Mas, desta vez, eu recusei. Na minha vida passada, acreditei ingenuamente que ela tinha boas intenções. Casei-me com o homem que ela recomendou, Chester Kane, um herdeiro que diziam estar paralisado após uma emboscada. Abandonei meu direito de herança para me tornar sua cuidadora, seu apoio e remédio contra a solidão. No entanto, não importava a quantidade de carinho que eu desse, o coração dele permanecia congelado. A verdade só veio à tona durante a celebração da gravidez da minha irmã. Quando um assassino de uma família rival apontou a arma para a barriga dela, o homem que não se levantava havia anos subitamente ficou de pé. Ele me empurrou direto para frente do cano. As sete balas atravessaram meu útero. Enquanto eu caía, vi-o puxar minha irmã para seus braços, protegendo-a com o próprio corpo e tomando o último tiro por ela. Só então entendi. Ele nunca esteve paralisado. Sua família nunca o havia abandonado. Ele fingiu estar doente porque o coração de Juliana pertencia a outro homem, e ele se recusava a ficar preso a mim. — Desculpe, Tania. — Ele disse. — Eu menti para você. Mas eu não podia deixar Juliana perder o herdeiro que ela carrega. Vou pagar o que te devo na próxima vida. Quando abri os olhos novamente, estava de volta ao dia em que meu pai pediu que escolhêssemos nossos parceiros de casamento. Desta vez, eu não escolhi ninguém. Mas, naquela época, eram eles que imploravam pelo meu amor.

The day I win the cheerleading championship, the entire arena erupts with cheers for my team. But from the stands, my brother, Nelson Locke, hurls a water bottle straight at me. "You injured Felicia's leg before the performance just so you could win first place? She has leukemia, Victoria! Her dying wish is to become a champion. Yet you tripped her before the competition, all for a trophy! You're selfish. I don't have a sister like you!" My fiance, who also happens to be the sponsor of the competition, steps onto the stage with a cold expression and announces, "You tested positive for illegal substances. You don't deserve this title. You're disqualified." All the fans turn against me. They boycott me entirely—some even go so far as to create a fake memorial portrait of me, print it, and send it to my doorstep. I quietly keep the photo. I'll probably need it soon anyway. It's been three years since I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. Knowing I don't have much time left, I choose to become the type of person they always wanted me to be—the perfect sister who loves without question, the well-mannered woman who knows when to keep quiet, and the kind of person who never, ever lies.

Lumi-as someone who's being told what to believe and hope in everything as she grows up-reckons that living is a way to comply with and entrust one's entire life to serving superiors on top of the hierarchy. Who will not think of that way anyway? Being harbored in the lands of Castellanos, it is engraved in her mind that she lives to pay her debt of gratitude to the family who sheltered her, who protected her from all the cruelties the outside world has to offer behind those fences. What they're doing is to protect her life and welfare-that's what they told her. So there's no other way to live but be the gullible and obedient yokel of the Castellano clan, because they're doing everything just for her safety. But that's before her life turns upside-down as she discovers a strange note from the attic. "To whoever finds this message, they erased us. This is all that remains. Remember us, please." What does the note want to convey? Is it just one of those mundane trivial stuff found in an attic like the usual when someone decides to clean it? Or is it something connected to her... "safety?" For sure it is for her safety. That's what they always tell her. But what one hears is not always the version of reality. Most of the time, it is the most convenient scheme to twist and bend the truth. That... That's what they will never tell her.

Quando a família Costa estava à beira da falência, os pais de Daniel Costa vieram implorar por um casamento arranjado. Meu pai, com pena de mim por ter amado Daniel durante dez anos, investiu bilhões para salvar a família Costa e me casou com ele. Na noite de núpcias, Daniel cobriu meus olhos com um véu vermelho e me tomou repetidamente na cama, sem piedade. Um mês depois, cheia de alegria, eu fui até ele com o teste de gravidez nas mãos, mas acabei ouvindo uma conversa entre ele e seus amigos no bar: — Vocês acham que o filho que a Iolanda Moreira está esperando é de qual homem, depois de ser fodida por mais de dez caras? Um dos amigos caiu na gargalhada: — Mestre Daniel, eu só fui três vezes. Não pode ser meu, né? — Eu aposto no Leo! — Outro disse. — Ele é insano na cama. Naquela noite, ele fez a Iolanda gritar de loucura. Aposto dez mil que é dele! Foi aí que eu entendi. Naquela noite de núpcias, quem tinha feito sexo comigo tantas vezes não era Daniel, mas seus mais de dez amigos. Desesperada, eu invadi o bar e o confrontei. Daniel, sem um pingo de remorso, respondeu: — Está chorando por quê? Se a sua família não tivesse usado a injeção de capital para me chantagear, forçando a Rebeca a ir embora, eu nunca teria feito isso com você. Vou te dizer uma coisa: no dia em que a Rebeca me perdoar, eu te deixo em paz. Arrasada, eu pedi o divórcio. Mas Daniel me ameaçou com o vídeo daquela noite em que eu fui abusada por seus amigos e me trancou no porão: — Não tenha pressa de ir embora. Eu e meus amigos ainda estamos apostando quem é o pai dessa criança que você está esperando! Oito meses depois, eu dei à luz no porão e morri junto com o bebê. Quando abri os olhos novamente, percebi que havia voltado no tempo, para o dia em que a família Costa implorava ao meu pai por uma injeção de capital e um casamento arranjado. Desta vez, no dia do meu casamento, foi Daniel quem chorou até os olhos ficarem vermelhos.

Blair thought she was stepping into a new family. Instead, she walked straight into a world built on blood and secrets. Her step-brother had always kept his distance, treating her as if she was nothing but a child. But behind the coldness was something far more dangerous—because he was not just the aloof heir of her new family. He was a shadow in the underworld. A man who killed without hesitation. They called him "Ghost Rider," the heir of a powerful Mafia family rooted with Biker Gangs. “Having read your diary, I know what you dream about, angel. I know every craving you try to hide.” His words unsettled her. His touch terrified her. Yet the closer he drew, the more she realized escape was impossible. He was her obsession, her tormentor, her protector. Trapped under the same roof with him and her ruthless stepfather, Blair soon discovered the truth: there were no lines between family and enemies, love and ruin. In a world ruled by power and violence, desire turned into a dangerous game of control. And once he claimed her, breaking free would cost more than her heart—it could cost her life. A forbidden mafia romance where passion is a weapon, and love is just another way to destroy.

To "fix" Leonard Rinehart's oh-so-tragic depression, Naomi Gaffron—yeah, the same girl who once swore she'd only ever marry me—secretly tied the knot with him. So I gave in. Played along with the family's little matchmaking stunt. Married Aurelia Spencer—Brieton City's golden girl who'd been obsessed with me since forever. For seven years, she clung to me like I was oxygen. Every night, curled up like she'd break if I moved. I thought that was happiness. Then one night, I caught her whispering to her best friend: "Leonard's already got international awards. When are you dumping Leone?" "Whatever—I'm stuck with someone I don't love anyway. Doesn't matter who I married. Someone's gotta keep an eye on Leone so he doesn't screw up everything Leonard built." I checked her study. Found a hidden folder—over 100,000 photos of Leonard. A hundred unsent love letters. Even I couldn't fake it anymore. Bought a silicone dummy. Laid out the plan. The fire would be step one. Dead or alive—we're done.

Laya’s world is falling apart—haunted by a past she can’t outrun and a future she never chose. When shadows resurface and loyalties are tested, survival might cost her everything.