Bridal Style Gendong

Jika orang bilang berumah tangga adalah ladang pahala terbesar selama kita hidup maka bagi Anjani berumah tangga adalah ladang dosa terbesar yang telah ia pilih. Sepuluh tahun silam, Anjani yang merupakan penjual jamu gendong jatuh cinta pada seorang Pria tampan sekaligus putra dari seorang juragan tanah di kampungnya. Setiap hari cintanya bertumbuh, semakin menggebu dan penuh akan pengharapan. Anjani melakukan berbagai cara agar cintanya yang tulus tidak bertepuk sebelah tangan. Hingga akhirnya, kisah cinta yang suci itu bermuara di pelaminan. Apakah kisah cinta Anjani berujung bahagia? Tentu bahagia, sangat bahagia tapi hanya berlangsung selama satu tahun saja. Tahun tahun berikutnya di isi dengan pertengkaran, pengkhianatan serta kisruh yang tak berkesudahan. Aldo, suami yang amat dicintainya itu semakin hari semakin betah di luar rumah. Berpetualang dari pangkuan satu wanita ke pangkuan wanita lainnya serta mengabaikan kewajiban kepada anak istrinya yang setia menunggu di rumah. Lelah dengan badai yang tak pernah usai, Anjani yang tengah dilanda keputusasaan memutuskan untuk mengakhiri pernikahannya yang semakin hari semakin tak sehat. Anjani menyadari bahwa suaminya itu mempunyai segalanya. Berjuang seorang diri di pengadilan justru akan membuatnya kehilangan segalanya terutama putra tunggalnya. Dengan alasan itulah, Anjani berniat membalas sakit hatinya dengan bantuan seorang dukun. Bagaimanakah akhir biduk rumah tangga Anjani dan sang suami? Akankah upaya Anjani membalas sakit hatinya berbuah manis? Baca cerita selengkapnya di novel Istri Dipelet Dukun Bertindak. Terima kasih.

The person I don't wanna see again was really Infront of me. "Dave?" I asked. "Yes Amber it's me, so glad you didn't forget my name" He said. How could I forget the person who broke me. "You need to sleep a little longer" Dave said to me. And I saw him injected something on me and it makes me slept again. The moment I wake up I saw Dave staring at me. "Hey, are you watching me while I'm sleeping?" I asked. "Yeah, you love it when I watched you sleeping" he answered. The heck he didn't forget those little things that I loved him doing. "Why did you drink too much alcohol I told you before that your body reacts bad on this activity right, look at you now you are here at the hospital instead of enjoying your bridal shower" He still a good man I know, he still the one who's got so angry when I drunk too much alcohol.

Katherine Iris Thornton was getting married in two months but all she could think of was her university crush Aidan Flint Waldorf. Six years ago, they had been best friends but Aidan had never known about the romantic feelings she had been harboring for him. How could she have told him when he had been dating her other best friend Jennifer Avery Calhoun? The past was catching up on her and she could not determine whether it was merely bridal jitters or her feelings for Aidan was more than a mere crush? Years ago, Aidan Waldorf had caught his girlfriend in the arms of his best friend Ryce Connor at his graduation party and from that day he had stopped believing in love. However, when he received the marriage invitation of one of his best friends Kate, he felt all the pain coming back to haunt him and vowed for payback. What happens when all four best friends reunite before the wedding? Sparks and revenge are expected but will they be able to sort out the past and become friends again? Will there be love in the air?

The evil queens are just princesses who were never saved. This was the quote that described Danika Williams, she was broken and destroyed, so much so that she decided to become the bitch everyone wanted her to be. Jake Carson, the perfect boy next door, the mama's boy and the man all mothers wanted their daughters to marry. He never imagined that he ever would be rough and authoritative with a woman, which was just not his style anymore. But with Danika Williams as his client, she is going to make him lose all his marbles. But with Danika being a spoilt bratty princess, he knew he needed to whip out the bad side which he seldom used but he would be lying if he says he doesn't miss it. Sometimes he thinks she purposely acts like a brat just to get a reaction out of him. Game on, Princess.

In Reychelle City, a contest was held to crown the most beautiful woman. After my cousin scarred my face, she seized first place with ease. What she never expected was that this year's contest wasn't for fame; it was to select the future wife of the Third Prince, a ruthless, bloodthirsty eunuch. That very afternoon, gifts poured in by the cartload. My betrothed panicked. That night, he tore up our engagement contract and carried my cousin into the bridal chamber. The next day, she trailed her lacquered fingertips across my cheek and sneered, "Alicia, with your ruined face, who would ever want you? Perhaps the beggar at the street corner might take you in." I caught her wrist, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Who told you I would marry a beggar?" Before her stunned eyes, I pushed open my parents' chamber doors. "Mom, since Maggie doesn't wish to be the prince's consort… let me take her place." Three years later, before the eyes of a shocked court, the Third Prince entered the grand hall with me at his side, with two children in tow. No one had foreseen it. This body of mine, blessed with the rarest gift of fertility, was the perfect match for a man believed incapable of siring heirs.

I was setting up a weekend shopping list on the tablet my husband had just replaced for our home system. A notification popped up. He had forgotten to log out of a shared, encrypted family calendar— one I didn’t recognize. There was only one unfamiliar profile photo. I tapped it. A list titled “My Little Princess – Personal Notes” filled the screen. My Little Princess doesn’t drink alcohol—only mineral water or herbal tea. No late nights. She needs absolute quiet to sleep. She gets anxious easily—keep fresh white lilies in the house and her favorite vanilla chocolates on hand. I scrolled slowly, my expression unreadable. The final entry was bolded. Highlighted. “Next Wednesday: take my Little Princess to choose her wedding crown.” I closed the screen. Then I picked up my phone and called my husband. “Love,” I said gently. “Does your Little Princess prefer a classic European bridal crown… or something more traditional? I thought I could help you choose.”

Hazel Jones slides on a beautiful red silk dress with a slit up to her curvy hip and black strappy heels. Her long, chocolate brown hair is up in an elegant style, exposing her neck. She applies mascara and matching red matte lipstick for the finishing touches. She studies herself in the mirror before leaving her apartment and getting into the limo. Hazel may never see her family again but missing the Mate Gala is not an option for her. -------- "How is this possible?" "I don't know, but she is mine too." King Octavius Storm and his mate, Valentina watches as their surprise mate makes her way to The Royals' table. She's a human, and they are the Lycan Royals. A Lycan King has never had more than one mate. It is normal in the Full-Blood District, but not in the Lycan Colony. What makes it even more unique, Octavius and Valentina both felt the mate bond before Hazel stepped foot in the ballroom.

The day I went to try on my wedding suit, a stranger stormed into the VIP fitting room and drove a knife into my gut. "Sleeping with my woman, and you dare wear a suit this expensive?" He ripped my shirt into ribbons with a wild grin and threw sulfuric acid straight at me. The knife was buried deep in my abdomen. Pain ripped through me as I collapsed. He yanked my hair, forcing my head up. "Susan Lefebvre is my wife. What the hell are you? Just some filthy side piece hiding in the shadows!" Blood dripped from my fingertips as the truth sank in. The fiancée I'd loved for seven years had been cheating on me all along. "What are you staring at?" He sneered. "Even if I kill you, no one can touch me. My wife runs this city!" Watching that arrogant face twist in triumph, I took out my phone with a trembling, blood-soaked hand and dialed my sister. "Allison," I said, my voice cold and calm. "Come pick me up at the bridal salon. And tell the Lefebvres that the engagement is off."

RPG STYLE NOVEL, MC DOING QUEST, KILLING MONSTERS, LEVELING UP, GAINING SKILL, AND etc...SYSTEM Deity, a newly invented modern gadget that helps humans to breakthrough their limiters. Yman Talisman was a young man, 17 years old, and an orphan. After he found out that he had a Hollow Cell symptom, he rejoiced. Now there was a way for him to cure his ill sister. But on the day of evaluation exams, because of an incident, he was late and only managed to get the weakest magic skill among the rest. How can someone like him fight monster monsters when his magic was the weakest and no use for fighting? No group wanted to let him joined them. In order to cure his sister, he had no choice but to fight monsters alone.When he finds out about a certain item that able to heal any kind of illness, he left the city and delves into adventures to search for it.Warning: If you are a fan of a novel that an MC is op at an early chapter, then it might be not your cup of tea.The MC in this novel will slowly build up his character from attitude - to - power.

Our bridal room was set on fire, and my husband, a firefighter, was grievously wounded while trying to save me. I sent him to be saved at the hospital where Winnie Sloan, his childhood friend worked, but the surgery ended up being a failure, and my husband passed away. After the announcement that my husband was deceased, Winnie told me that his dying wish was that he wanted a child. Hearing that, I powered through my grief and used the sperm he had previously frozen to conceive a child through IVF, raising my son to be enrolled in the most prestigious university in the area. On the day of the celebration party, my son kicked me out and invited my husband and Winnie onto the stage as his 'biological parents', and that's when I found out that my husband had faked his death. All those years ago, he and Winnie had swapped out the embryo I'd conceived in secret. The son I had painstakingly given birth to and raised turned out to have no blood relation to me whatsoever. Meanwhile, my husband had been enjoying a luxurious life overseas with Winnie while waiting for a chance to reconnect with his son. In my rage, I confronted them and demanded an explanation, but ended up dying because they pushed me down the stairs. When I came to, I was back to the day of the fire.