Karma

On New Year's Eve, Facebook blew up. The reason was that Bennett Miles, the golden boy of Crestmoor’s elite, posted an update. In the photo, a shy young woman hid her face as she leaned against his shoulder while he grinned. His eyes were full of affection and mischief. His caption read, "What do I do? Looks like I'm officially taken." Friends in his circle flooded the comment section with congratulations. The real frenzy began when Bennett announced that the first 10,000 followers to like, share, and comment on the post would each receive a gold bar. The internet went wild with envy and curiosity. Everyone scrambled to find out more about the woman in the picture. Then, someone claiming to have inside information started a livestream. "Stop guessing. Her name is Kara Sierra. You know Sierra Hall at Crestmoor College? That building was named after her! "Two years ago, she had kidney failure. Bennett personally donated one of his own kidneys to save her!"

I'm reincarnated a week before the college entrance exam. Despite being the soon-to-be top scorer, I stab my eye with a syringe. In my past life, Marianne Quentin, my boyfriend Lance Russell's childhood friend, reported me for cheating off her during the final mock exam. The teacher compared our papers and found that my essay was identical to hers. He harshly criticized me and warned me not to repeat my mistake. However, Marianne reported me for copying her answers again during the math exam. Once again, my answers were found to be identical to hers. The teacher scolded me for being incorrigible and sent me home to reflect on my actions. I couldn't understand what had happened. Clearly, I'd never cheated, but my answers were nearly identical to Marianne's, whether in writing and language or in math. As the SAT exam loomed over me, I could only suppress my doubts as I stepped into the exam hall. I finished the writing paper and thought I was safe. However, Marianne stepped out and accused me of cheating again. I tried to defend myself, yet the answers on my paper were identical to hers. In the end, I was disqualified, kicked out of the exam hall, and banned from taking any exams in the next two years—just because I "cheated". I succumbed to despair and leaped from the rooftop. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to one week before the SAT.

Aku seorang janda. Malam itu, dalam keadaan setengah sadar, aku berniat pergi ke kamar mandi, tapi aku menemukan pintu kamar putraku yang berusia 18 tahun sedikit terbuka. Dari dalam, terdengar suara napas terengah-engah yang samar ….

Isya Rasyuka jatuh cinta buat pertama kali di dalam hidupnya. Lelaki bertuah itu adalah Aqif Azka. Ketampanan dan sifat gentleman lelaki itu sangat menepati ciri-ciri lelaki idamannya. "Aku nak tegur dia tapi aku takut dia tak layan. Aku nak puji dia hensem tapi aku takut dia label aku pelik pulak. Aku nak beritahu dia yang aku sukakan dia tapi aku takut dia gelak. Wahai Aqif Azka, kalau kau nak tahu, aku selalu senyum macam orang gila bila nampak kau. Bila kau nak notice aku?" - ISYA RASYUKA Bagi Aqif Azka pula, dia langsung tidak rasa bertuah apabila mengetahui dirinya disukai oleh Isya Rasyuka. Dia menyampah kerana Isya Rasyuka sentiasa berusaha untuk mendekatinya. Dia merancang sesuatu dengan rakan-rakannya agar Isya Rasyuka tidak lagi suka padanya. Rancangannya berjaya dan Isya Rasyuka tidak lagi mendekatinya malah perempuan itu pula yang menghindarkan diri daripada bertemu dengannya. "Kenapa dengan aku ni? Takkanlah aku jealous tengok dia dengan mamat tu? Eh, buat apa pulak aku nak jealous? Aku bukan suka dia pun." - AQIF AZKA Kemunculan Adi Adham sebagai penyelamat Isya Rasyuka pada malam rancangan itu berlaku telah membuka ruang hati Isya Rasyuka untuk bercinta lagi. Layanan yang diberikan oleh Adi Adham membuatkan Isya Rasyuka merasakan cinta itu indah. Namun siapa sangka Adi Adham menyimpan sebuah rahsia besar. "I bukan yang terbaik tapi I janji, I akan mencintai you sepenuh hati." - ADI ADHAM Berjayakah Isya Rasyuka menemui cinta sejati? Atau cinta sejati hanyalah cerita dongeng semata-mata?

Elang Buana, kepala tim divisi kriminal yang tidak percaya hantu, dihadapkan pada kasus pembunuhan berantai dengan mayat korbannya berkepala terbalik. Saat berusaha memecahkan kasus tersebut, teror hantu berkepala terbalik membayanginya dan membuatnya percaya bahwa hantu itu ada. Siapa pelaku pembunuhan berantai itu? Manusia atau hantu?

Lima tahun setelah kematianku, ibuku menerima telepon dari polisi yang mengatakan bahwa ada kabar tentang diriku. Ibu bergegas pulang ke kampung halamannya bersama adik laki-lakiku. Setibanya di sana, dia langsung mendobrak pintu rumah nenek. "Mana Stella? Jago juga anak sialan itu bersembunyi. Cepat ambil kornea matanya buat adiknya." "Stella sudah meninggal," ucap Nenek terbata-bata sambil menangis. Ibu malah mencibir, "Bohong, polisi sudah meneleponku dan mengatakan kalau sudah ada kabar tentang dia." "Dasar nenek tua sialan! Kalau kamu nggak menyerahkannya sekarang, keluar sana dari rumah ini." Melihat sikap ibu, nenek menangis dan mengeluarkan fotoku dengan gemetar. "Stella, kamu nyesel tolongin adikmu?"

Banyak kasus nikah dua bulan lalu melahirkan. Atau nikah kemarin hari ini melahirkan ... memang sudah tua dunia ini, hal seperti ini layaknya kejadian biasa saja. Dan itu terjadi pada Dara. Gadis pendiam kebanggaan orang tuanya. Tak di nyana dia melahirkan tepat di malam saat siangnya di adakan acara lamaran untuknya. bagaimana kisahnya? Subcribe bukunya yah semua.

That night, I returned from a business trip to surprise my wife. However, when I sneak home, I realize my boss is there, too. His smile deepens when he sees me; he tells me he's there to welcome me home because he knew I would return that night. My wife nods and agrees with him. For some reason, I can't help finding the looks on their faces odd.

While visiting a property development with my fiancé to buy our first home, I ran into a two-faced real estate agent.   She showered my fiancé with compliments, praising him for being young and successful enough to afford a Rolls-Royce.   Then, she suggested I was a fake socialite with a knockoff designer bag, implying that I was just using my charms to snag a free house.   When she found out the property was meant to be a marital home, her voice grew loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.   “I just think the sugar daddy who bought you those two properties last time treated you pretty well!” “Oh, wait. Miss Gwen, don’t you have several sugar daddies? Do they all know about each other?”   I chuckled. What she didn’t know was that my “sugar daddies” were my godfathers and I really was a socialite.   The kicker, though, was that my so-called wealthy fiancé wasn’t rich at all. In fact, he was just a scholarship student I had been financially supporting!

I died beneath the Ferris wheel. The killer took a photo of the Ferris wheel and sent it to my mother. 'Mom, I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you too,' wrote the killer. In my mother's voice message, her tone was filled with hatred as she replied, "How dare you ask to ride the Ferris wheel with me when you killed your own sister? Why won't you just die?!" As she wished, I was dead. However, what she didn't know was that the one who killed me was my so-called dead sister.