Yellwood Mental Hospital

What would you do if you found out the life you have is a lie? Would you embrace an immortal, but dangerous future or run away? Chrysalism (n.) the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm. ××× This book contains swearing, erotic passages, as well as trigger subjects such as physical, verbal and all other sorts of abuse. As it is written on what comes to mind at the time, I advise you to read at your own risk. Please do not read if you feel the slightest doubt in your mind if you should read it or not. Mental health is a serious thing and it must be taken into consideration. You have been warned. ×××

The contract marriage between the CEO and the Mafia brings a unique story where the CEO has an illicit lover and the Mafia has a mental disorder because her fiancee died. Has a sad story, and thousands of mysteries to be solved. Will both of them be able to reach their respective goals and then end the ridiculous relationship? Or slowly love comes over time and makes them reluctant to part? Read more here... This world is a game, if you are not good at playing then you are being played. When playing we need confidence, if we are not good at convincing and impressing people with our intelligence. Confuse them with your stupidity, so they feel they have won.

Morgan menculik dan menyekap seorang wanita bernama Vallen yang kemudian ia siksa baik secara mental mau pun fisik, dan juga menjadi budak nafsunya. Morgan melakukan semua itu karena ingin membalaskan dendamnya pada sang wanita dan ternyata sang wanita sama sekali tidak mengingat siapa Morgan. Apakah dendam bisa mengalahkan perasaan cinta yang sesungguhnya masih tersimpan di hati Morgan untuk Vallen? Saat kesalah pahaman dan sebuah insiden yang akhirnya membuat mereka saling membenci, adakah kesempatan untuk mereka kembali saling mencintai?

The day I recovered from my mental illness and got discharged, my parents held me in their arms with tears of happiness. My sister gave me a teddy bear and said she had been waiting for me to come home. I comforted my parents who were crying and accepted the gift from my sister. I slowly got used to ordinary life and became the real daughter of the Schmidt family. To show their preference for me, my parents transferred the family business into my name on my sister’s 18th birthday. But I cruelly murdered the family of three who cherished me on this day.

Dinda Maessa Adriani, seorang yang mungkin terlihat sangat beruntung bisa berpacaran dengan Ardzan Dirgantoro, CEO muda pemilik hak waris Toro Grup, perusahaan Proverty terbesar di Asia. Namun siapa siangka, justru Dinda berada dibawah tekanan Ardzan! Ardzan ternyata seorang yang punya penyakit mental, bahkan Dinda selalu menjadi sasaran empuk Ardzan ketika ia punya banyak masalah. Tubuh Dinda penuh dengan bekas luka memar, akibat sering dipukulin oleh Ardzan, tetapi entah mengapa sampai saat ini Dinda masih bertahan dengan Ardzan.

My husband, Oliver Dawson, "forgot" everything in a car crash—and somehow fell for me all over again. After getting out of the hospital, he said he wanted to date me from scratch. Moved out, made it all romantic. People thought we were couple goals. I figured he just wanted that first-date spark back. Then I overheard him with his best friend. "The amnesia was a lie. I only moved out to take care of Katy. She's pregnant. Cecelia's never wanted kids. I'm not going childless." I glanced down at my barely-there bump and booked a hospital appointment. Then I found the memory-erasing pill Mom left me—and took it. Oliver had no clue I'd forget him in seven days. Completely.

My husband secretly swapped the transplant recipient, giving the kidney that was meant for our daughter to the daughter of the woman he had always loved. Not long after, our daughter's condition worsened. The doctors tried to save her, but it was no use. She didn't make it. At the same time, the other girl's surgery was a success. My husband was so overjoyed that he handed out little gifts to the entire hospital in celebration. Rage and grief overwhelmed me, and I collapsed. When I came to, the doctors told me I had cancer. Late-stage. My time was running out. With nothing left to hold on to, I walked out of the hospital, clutching the urn that held my daughter's ashes. In the cold, empty house, I sat alone and drafted the divorce papers.

My husband woke me at 2 AM, demanding I come to the hospital to operate on Ava Foster— his first love. When I arrived, Ava was lying ghostly pale in the hospital bed. The chart showed end-stage uremia; she desperately needed a kidney transplant. I explained that her condition was critical, and without a matching donor, there was nothing I could do. My husband mistook my professional assessment for jealousy. He slapped me hard across the face. "What kind of doctor are you?" he snarled. "Are you just going to let her die? Test more people until you find a match!" I rubbed my cheek and nodded calmly. "Actually, we already found one." "Your kidney is compatible with hers. You'll be the donor."

"Breaking News! A certain A-lister was sent to the hospital in the middle of the night because of… anal fissures!" "This just in—a certain A-lister is witnessed being carted out of the elite heir's residence!" As I read the viral headlines featuring myself, I can't help but clench my fists tightly. "What the heck? Who came up with these stupid rumors anyway? I went to the hospital to get my hemorrhoids removed!" And here I am, thinking about why my long-time rival, Pierce Kirkland, had decided to invite me over to his place for a candlelit dinner in the first place. It turns out that he wanted to watch me embarrass myself after eating a spicy meal! But after Pierce makes a shoutout on a show, I belatedly realize that I can never escape from him anymore.

Colter Giordano, my fiancé of six years, heir to the Giordano family, took a bullet for a dancer named Mia. He didn't take one for me. A bullet tore through my shoulder. Blood bloomed across my dress, hot and sticky. But my heart hurt worse. He asked if I was okay. Just once. Then he rushed Mia to the hospital, leaving me bleeding on the floor. The next day, Mia's picture popped up on my Instagram feed. There she was, in a luxury hospital suite. Colter was fussing over a scratch on her arm that was barely there. The caption was just two words: "My Hero." I liked the post. Then I made an encrypted call. "The Falcone family's offer," I said. "I'm taking it. Get me on a plane to Sicily. Three days."