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My husband and I spend 50 loving years together. On the day of our golden wedding anniversary, someone pushes me down a flight of stairs. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I miraculously regain my hearing. I lost it in the process of saving my husband when we were younger. I hear my husband say to my son, "You shouldn't have dirtied your hands." "How long more are you going to put up with her, Dad? Calista doesn't have much longer to wait." My husband sighs heavily. After a moment, I feel someone remove my oxygen tube. I descend into boundless darkness. When I open my eyes again, I've been taken back to the 80s—before I married my husband. The only difference is that I can hear this time.

Smiles aren't always pretty; especially when that sort of smile looks like a homicidal killer.Gabriella Bryce was told that a smile is a girl's precious jewelry. They were wrong. To her, it's like a makeup gone bad. With her forbidding and murderous smile that can chase off even a group of teenage football players; Gabriella was certain that she was destined to be forever alone.But that was until she saved a boy from a group of guys one night in a deserted alley...with her smile. Aelfric Beaumont, a vampire-werewolf hybrid and the boy she saved, was fascinated with her smile and has never left her alone since then. Following her like a sick love-struck and possessive puppy, every day became a game of chase for her. Especially when the Alpha of a werewolf pack is desperate for protection due to an impending pack war and sees Gabriella as a suitable mate for his son. Tyrelle Gawen; a werewolf boy forced by his father to attend the same school as Gabriella in order to pursue her.With two beasts following her every move, can Gabriella still live her life normally? Or will it be a never-ending tango between the three of them?

"Your Highness." "Lady Eiren." Di bawah langit malam yang kelam, tanpa sedikit pun memunculkan cahayanya sang bintang apalagi cahaya sang rembulan. Di tengah-tengah taman yang banyak ditanami bunga eglantine yang merumpun, … juga di antara hujan taburan kelopak bunga pohon plum yang jatuh meluruh. Beserta di sekitar beterbangannya bola-bola cahaya api, dilengkapi dengan kepakkan sayap kecil ratusan kupu-kupu merah muda. Mereka berdua, sepasang anak muda berlawanan jenis, yang masing-masing darinya sedang mencium harumnya setangkai bunga keramat pun, … saling berhadapan satu sama lain, dengan ekspresi muka yang tampak begitu serius. "Daripada Tunangan saya, …." "Daripada Tunanganku, …." Berbicara bersamaan sekaligus bergerak secara bersamaan pula, mereka … lekas melanjutkan ucapan yang sempat terjeda dengan menggunakan suara yang lantang, seraya mengasongkan tangkai bunga yang tengah dipegang sendiri untuk cepat-cepat diberikan kepada sang lawan bicara. "… Saya akan memilih Anda!" Sang pemberi bunga yang melambangkan cinta mati, yaitu bunga mawar hitam, … Lady dari kediaman Marquess Eiren, Darissa. "… Aku akan memilihmu!" Juga sang pemberi bunga yang melambangkan banyak kebebasan, yaitu bunga bakung laba-laba merah, … pangeran kedua kerajaan Aethelred, Lancient. "MARI/AYO KITA MENIKAH!" Sudah memutuskan untuk bekerja sama di kesempatan kedua ini, … dalam membalaskan dendam mereka.

"Does this mean you approached me on purpose?" Lucas asked with his eyes narrowed darkly and pure anger floating around his blue iris. "Fucking speak! Tell me the bloody reason you approached me?" Lucas yelled in her face as he slammed her back against the wall in the process. She stared in his face for a brief moment, looking very deep in his anger filled eyes, then she let out a mocking chuckle. "Yeah, I, Susan Owen approached you on purpose and I swear on everything unholy, I won't rest until I've made you feel every ounch of pain you made me feel" she let out a spooky laugh which sent an eerie chill down Lucas' spine, even her makeup is making her look like Lucifer's bride at the moment. Sophia Owen was once a sweet and lovely lady, just like every sweet ladies out there. She had always dream to graduate with good grades and get a good job, to cater for her family. But sadly, she met him and that was the end of her dream. However she found another dream and that's to make Lucas and his entire generation pay for what he did to her. Will she get her revenge?

"Vee bangun! Aku akan memperkenalkan pengawal barumu," kata ayah. Aku bangun dan menatapnya, meskipun aku masih mengantuk. "Apa? Pengawal lagi? Aku baru saja bilang aku tidak menginginkan semua itu! Itu menyebalkan—" Aku terhenti ketika seorang pria tampan memasuki kamarku tanpa diduga. "Bisakah kau memberitahuku siapa dia?" "Vee, perkenalkan James Villianuevva, pengawal barumu." "Kamu serius, ayah? Ini bodyguard baruku?" "Aku yakin kamu akan menikmatinya; kamu akan cocok dengannya, terutama dalam hal belanja dan makeup—" Aku menggelengkan kepala dan bergumam, "Ya Tuhan, hanya wanita yang suka berbelanja dan merias wajah." "Aku gay," kataku, rahangku ternganga mendengar berita itu. Apa? Gay? Apa, pengawal gay? Itu gila...

"This is the body donation agreement, Mr. Lewis. Please sign here." Joel Lewis looks at the paper before him. His hand trembles as he grips a pen. The other party can sense his hesitance. They say considerately, "Body donation is a big thing, and it's normal for people to change their minds at the last minute. You can go home and discuss this with your family—" "I've already signed it." Joel smiles bitterly. "Family" is a term that's beyond him. There's no longer any space in his wife's heart for him, after all.

26-years-old Stacy Cyrus is living her life in a very normal way: working in a small newspaper company; feeding her stray cat occasionally; indulging herself reading books; going to the nearest cafe for Strawberry cakes. Until one her best friend, Mikaela pleads with her to help in her job in a royal suite. All she needs to do is wear a nice dress, put on makeup and wait until Mikaela comes. But she hasn't signed up for a handsome, tall man to appear in the room in a tuxedo and demanding her to strip.

I run into a group of rogues on my way home for my daughter's birthday. I call my wife for help, but she blocks my number. I'm dragged out of the car, stabbed a dozen times, and thrown into the bushes to die. My neck is broken, and my organs are spilling out of my body. The rogues think I'm going to die—they even mention each other's names before me. Then, they drive off in my car while whistling happily. I hold onto my head and organs as I crawl to the roadside, hoping against hope that someone will save me. Before I'm taken to the hospital, I see my wife's social media update—she and her secretary have taken a sweet photo together while celebrating our daughter's birthday. The first thing I do after being discharged is demand a divorce.

By the second year of my marriage to Quentin Lambert, we had a son. Fast forward five years, and I was basically a human cookbook, agonizing over every pinch of salt like it was rocket science. One night, Quentin tossed out, "Too much salt." And our son? He didn't even blink—he dumped the whole pot down the drain right in front of me. That's when it hit me—pure exhaustion, like a tidal wave. I told Quentin I wanted a divorce. He didn't even bother looking up. "Is that really necessary?" I nodded, my voice flat. "It is."

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]