Why Did Firestar Kill Cloudtail

I used to live my life believing that there was something corrupted within me. I had never felt comfortable walking in the searing, bright daylight. It felt as if I didn't belong there. Is that why I felt this sudden attraction to a man who seemed to be the embodiment of darkness? Ashtar Malachious resembled the sum of my sexual fantasies. The shades surrounding him were like a captivating essence. Others called him the predator, the fallen, or the death. I knew that, but my eyes saw him differently. He saved my life in more than a literal way. He seduced me, slowly enticing all my senses. He showed me what a touch could feel like. He let me taste the pleasure I had never thought existed. The one thing he wanted from me was my blood. I knew that if I gave it to him, it would be along with my body, heart, and soul. His irresistible aura blinded me to the dangers that surrounded me. Like a moth to the flame, I stepped closer until the hellfire licked my flesh. Then the wicked flames revealed the cruelest truth—this love kills. In the end, one of us will die.

On our anniversary, Nina Reid took our daughter—and her assistant, Ray Chapman—out for another "family day." Without me. That was it. I filed for divorce. Right after signing the papers and boxing up my stuff, I heard a buzz from the corner. Old phone. Twelve years old. Buried in a drawer. The screen lit up with a number I almost recognized. Hand shaking, I picked up. A voice I hadn't heard in years. Young. Way too familiar. "Hey, Liam. I need to talk to you."

Guia Jamero had everything a woman could ever dream of. She was happy and contented with her life. She has her ever-supportive parents, a stable job, caring friends, and a loving fiancé. She thought that everything is perfect not until the day when she was about to tie her knots with the man she loves. That day, everything in her life changed. Her dreamed fairytale turned out to be her worst nightmare. Unveiling the secrets from her past, how can a soul and a hopeless woman solve the mystery of her wedding day? Can she trust the people around her? Will she find the answer to her question, "Who killed me?"

On the heavy traffic road rushing my father to the hospital due to a cerebral hemorrhage, we ran into my husband, who was directing traffic as a police officer. My mother was about to wind the window down and beg him for help, but I immediately stopped her and decisively turned the steering wheel, taking a narrow side road instead. In my previous life, at this exact situation, after a brief moment of hesitation, my husband had chosen to clear a path for us and personally escorted my father to the hospital. That very night, his childhood sweetheart, out of spite because he hadn't answered her calls, turned on the gas and killed herself. He seemed utterly unaffected by her death. He even organized a welcome-home party for my father when he was discharged from the hospital. But on the day of the party, he poisoned every dish on the table. "It's because of you and your damn father! If it weren't for you, Rosalin wouldn't have killed herself! You're the ones who drove her to death! You should pay for her life!" When I opened my eyes once more, I had returned to the day my father collapsed. This time, my husband answered the phone. Without a second thought, he ran to his childhood sweetheart. Yet, why had he still come to regret it?

In the final second before the elevator crashed down, my husband finally picked up my desperate call for help. I begged him, who was in charge of elevator maintenance, to save me. "That elevator was just serviced. What game are you playing?" he snapped. "Wasn't your silent treatment so strong? Keep going and stop bothering me. It's Marina's birthday today." I never reached out to him again. I died. Later, he'd have given anything just to see me one more time.

My husband's ex got kidnapped with me. The guy gave him a choice. "Your ex or your wife. Pick one." Maverick didn't even flinch. He chose her and walked off. After that, hell broke loose. I got tortured till I died. Much later, Maverick decided I was worth remembering. Sent people to find me. Too late. I was already rotting in a dump.

The day she found out about the tumor, Noemi Rosales made one wild choice—she'd give her corneas to her blind husband, Daniel Gomez. Quietly. No spotlight, no drama. Too bad Daniel only cared about Ivanna Lopez. He ate up every lie she fed him and iced Noemi out like she was nothing. "I want you out of my life." Cool. Noemi could do that. "Ms. Rosales, are you certain you want Mr. Gomez listed as the cornea recipient?" "Yeah. Give them to him. Once I'm gone, the hospital can use the rest of me for science or whatever." She scrawled her signature. "Don't tell him."

"Apa salahku, Tuhan? Kenapa setiap kali aku mendapatkan kebahagiaan, selalu saja direnggut paksa dariku?" Nalia tidak pernah mampu merasakan kebahagiaan utuh. Orangtua yang menuntutnya untuk mengikuti jejak mereka menjadi seorang dokter, lelaki yang ia sukai menolaknya , dan calon suami yang hanya tinggal hitungan hari menjelang pernikahan, tewas akibat kecelakaan. Cobaan bertubi-tubi membuat Lia selalu menolak untuk merasakan bahagia. Hingg ahirnya Ares-lelaki yang pernah menolaknya, kembali meminta Lia untuk bersama. Akankah Lia mampu mengobati ketakutannya?

Seorang remaja bernama Aghata Yudistira dulunya adalah putri kandung dari seorang wanita. Dahulu, posisi ibu Aghata sebagai pimpinan Alto Grup di kota A, ibunya menikah dengan seorang pria dengan latar belakang yang bagus. Awalnya hubungan mereka terlihat baik-baik saja. Sampai suatu hari, ibu Aghata ditemukan sudah tak bernyawa di sebuah gedung yang terbengkalai saat usia Aghata masih 15 tahun. Noda merah yang mengering melekat di perut ibunya yang terbalut gaun putih. Keadaan itu membuat Aghata diasingkan oleh keluarganya termasuk Ayah tirinya.Sudah 5 tahun berlalu, Aghata bertahan hidup di kota E, tangannya yang lihai dalam menembak menjadikannya pemilik topeng dua warna. Desing peluru menemani setiap langkahnya yang bebas. Tapi semuanya bersifat sementara, seorang pria datang mengaku melihat jelas ciri-ciri orang yang menyingkirkan Ibunya.“Tolong ampuni aku! Selama ini aku hidup dihantui rasa bersalah, aku akan membantumu menemukan pembunuhnya,” kata pria itu.Sebuah peluang untuk Aghata, akankah ia menjalankan kembali misi besarnya yang tertunda?Ikuti terus ceritanya dan jangan lupa tinggalkan jejak :)

On our wedding day, my wife's first love, Hank Scott, threatened to slit his wrists. She ignored him and went through with the ceremony anyway, until news arrived that he was dead, his blood staining the ground. From that moment on, Shirley Lowell withdrew into a convent, becoming the cold, distant woman everyone knew. In the name of atonement, she forced me to copy the Bible a thousand times and kneel in endless prayer, grinding me down until I was crippled. Bound to a wheelchair, I asked her for a divorce. She refused, saying we owed Hank a debt and had to atone for it together. She used my family to threaten me, keeping me by her side and tormenting me for the rest of my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on our wedding day. This time, I chose to push her toward Hank. I would become the first love in her heart, the one who led her onto the path of devout faith.