rahasia anak broken home

Amy Sinclair's life was nothing but abused by her father who has cheated on the mother until she devoiced him, and remarried to another man, leaving her sweet daughter behind with her ex-husband, who is acholic, abusive, and jobless. But her mom haven't forgotten her child. Amy's mom weak then, will she finally save her sweet daughter from her ex husband or will look her mom and the happy life she long wanted.

Bercerita tentang Zain seorang mahasiswa di universitas Islam ternama yang mengisi waktu luang untuk mengajak teman-temannya melakukan kegiatan bermanfaat di bulan Ramadhan. Dimulai Ramadhan tahun ini merupakan awal dari kisah diantara mereka berkembang seiring berjalannya waktu. Akankah Zain dan teman-teman mampu melewati Ramadhan tahun ini dan melangkahkan kaki bersama di jalan yang benar? Cerita ini penuh dengan semangat emosi dan juga kelabilan yang menggambarkan kehidupan anak yang baru bertumbuh dewasa yang dapat diharapkan dinikmati pembaca.

My son accidentally burns my husband's first love's hand. My husband cruelly breaks my son's hand to teach him a lesson. He's in so much pain that he can't see straight and falls into a lake. Blood dyes the water red. I hold him close as I sob and call my husband, pleading for help. My husband doesn't care, though. "It's just a broken hand—he'll be fine once it's set in a cast. He'll only do worse things in the future if he's not taught a lesson now!" Later, my son drowns in the lake because he's not rescued in time. My husband loses his mind when he sees his body. "How could he have died when he only had a broken hand?"

I was an orphan being adopted by a simple family. My dad was a driver of a very powerful businessman. My mom was one of their maids. She was in fact their lady butler. This family with gazillion bank accounts had an only heir, drop dead gorgeous young billionaire, Albert Michaels. He was always the talk of the news both in mainstream and social media along with either a popular pop star diva or a hubristic socialite with voluptuous body and kittenish voice. I, Samantha Reynolds, one of their servants had been stealthily trailing him since the day that I stepped in their grand top of a kind living room. His stone cold aloof aura as he stared at me everytime he caught me gawking at him made him even more attractive and charming than he already was. Till one rainy night, a magical or should I say disaster happened. Arriving at home late and intoxicated while I was busy wiping the glass tea table, he was almost dropping himself on the cold marble floor. Guiding him towards his room, his heaviness was weighing up my petite body. Till we both dropped on his king sized bed with me under him. His glassy eyes tingling my long time desire. His warm rims made me want to wrap them with mine. Till time stood still as the rain continued pouring engulfing the atmosphere with its coldness while him covering me with his burning libido. As we both reached the top, he called a name, ''Madeline!'' D*mn!

Aditya dan Sera sangat terpukul saat mengetahui sang ayah tewas dalam kecelakaan. Kehidupan mulai berubah. Demi bertahan hidup, Aditya rela menjual bunga-bunga kesayangannya dan koleksi buku milik Sera. Belum habis masa berkabung, keduanya harus menghadapi Tomi, pembunuh berdarah dingin yang mengincar nyawa mereka. Aditya dan Sera tidak bisa lari begitu saja karena Si Pembunuh mengetahui rahasia besar sang ayah yang disembunyikan selama 13 tahun.

The day before New Year's, my younger brother announced he was bringing his girlfriend home for dinner. Excited, I drove my new car to pick them up, taking my daughter along with me. However, as soon as his girlfriend got in the car, her face darkened. "Henry, you didn't tell me your sister was staying at your place—and with a kid!" she snapped. I frowned and was about to explain when my brother quickly interjected, "She's not staying. After dropping us off, she'll be heading to a hotel." Only then did his girlfriend's expression ease. I swallowed my discomfort and asked my brother what he was planning. He leaned in with a conspiratorial grin and said, "Sis, don't cause any trouble for me, okay? My girlfriend is the daughter of the Cromwell Group's CEO!" My eyes widened in shock. Was not the Cromwell Group the same company my ex-husband had just handed over to me as part of our divorce settlement?

Rebecca was finally ready to start her life. She had just graduated from college, had a great at the hospital in the city, and a gorgeous apartment that was across the hall from her best friends. Everything was falling into place. When she goes out to celebrate and ends up drunker than she ever had been before, she is saved by the handsome and extremely Vincent, son of the Capo, who takes her home. What will happen when she wakes up alone the next day? Will this be the typical one-night stand?

The night she comes back from her best friend's apartment after finding out her boyfriend is married, she meets a huge man sleeping on the snow in her backyard. 23-year old Charlie Jordan doesn't know what to do. After so many calls and studying, she finds out the man—Blurin Jameson— is an ex-militant whose address got mixed up on deployment day. It takes Charlie 419 Days to realize how her heart beats faster when ever they're near or when his eyes lights up... Or how she completes his amount of ribs.

As an only heiress, she needs to hide her identity. So, she made a deal with a friend to have an act. She, then, became a student in highschool with a different identity. This will protect her from danger that surrounds her. She thought that would be her last mission for her safety but, she's wrong. She still needs one step. That is to find a man that can keep her safe and loved forever. She's fine with that not unless she found out who that man is. Her teacher.

He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat on her cheeks. "I'm home." Dean Woodland left two years ago without a word or sound and now he is back to bring his belongings with him.