komik yosuga no sora

Married to Jasper Brook for six years, I found out that he was keeping a mistress under his wing. She was stunning but timid, shrinking back at the slightest raised voice. Because of this, Jasper never lost his temper around her. He indulged her fragility and treated her preciously. However, the mistress wasn’t as obedient as she appeared. When she stirred up trouble with me, Jasper’s patience snapped, and he unleashed his fury on her. The next day, she sent me a photo of her neck covered in hickeys. “Selena, Mr. Brook is so scary. I’m terrified.”

"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.

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.

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."

"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.

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.]

Setelah memainkan sebuah permainan memanggil arwah dengan menggunakan meja sebagai medianya, Sora, gadis tomboy berusia 18 tahun di serang oleh roh jahat. Sejak saat itu, hidup Sora yang awalnya tenang menjadi berubah. Banyak hantu yang bermunculan dan mengincar nyawanya sehingga membuat gadis itu menjadi tidak berdaya. Tetapi teman sekelasnya yang bisa memurnikan roh jahat bernama Ryou rela bertaruh nyawa untuk melindungi Sora. Apakah hanya kebetulan roh-roh itu muncul dan ingin mencelakai Sora? Ataukah ada hal lain dibalik semua kejadian yang menimpa mereka? Mampukah Ryou melindungi Sora dan menyelamatkan hidupnya? -The tale of eternal love- "Melindungimu adalah makna hidupku. Aku siap mengorbankan nyawaku demi dirimu ...." -Ryou Kamiyama-

He hitch for a ride because he doesn't have a money. Damian a cold businessman let a child to ride his jet.

Impian Kaisar menjadikan Dita sebagai cinta pertama dan terakhirnya harus kandas. Adik sahabatnya itu, tiba-tiba menikah dengan pria lain. Cinta yang sudah dipendamnya selama sembilan tahun terpaksa berakhir. Hal yang paling Kaisar sesali, dia tak pernah menyatakan perasaan pada cinta pertamanya itu. Sebagai perwira polisi yang berwajah rupawan, sebenarnya bukan hal yang sulit untuk Kaisar mendapatkan cinta. Namun, karena hatinya sudah tertaut pada Dita, membuat Kaisar tak pernah sekali pun menanggapi para gadis mendekatinya. Karena itu, Kaisar merasakan patah hati yang teramat dalam saat Dita menikah. Bagaimana perwira muda itu menyembuhkan patah hatinya? Mampukah Kaisar move on dari Dita dan membuka hatinya untuk wanita lain? --- Mohon dukungan, kritik, dan saran yang membangun. Mari berteman di IG @kokoro.no.tomo.82 dan FB kokoronotomo82

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.