seven years together, but never forever

I'd loved Jeffrey for seven years. When I was kidnapped, Jeffrey didn't pay the ransom because of Joanna. He wanted me to behave myself. After I endured hellish torture, I gave up Jeffrey as he wished. But he begged me to give him a second chance.

The lack of love and the family's ruin seems to be the best combination to love again. In the end, Mia doesn't know who to trust, but she alone is enough to care for the ones she loves.

I promised to protect you until my very last breath. A love that went to overprotective ways. What might transpire? A hatred that dwelled in the heart. And a werewolf protecting a human... After the death of their parents, Grey became the mother and father to his younger sister, who was a mortal as their mother, name Clea. After the disappearance of their home, they live in the city of humans, where an identity needed to be kept untold. But then Clea fell in love with a human and Grey would never accept and trust humans- and everything started to crumble. Hope you like it. Thank you and God bless.

I jump off the seventh floor on my wedding day. Why? Because everyone has abandoned me to pick up a fake heiress from the airport, my fiancé included. I expect to see them riddled with heartbreak and regret after my death. However, my father merely shakes his head stoically and looks at my body while saying I was too willful. My mother bites her lip and sighs in relief. My fiancé, Magnus Gilmore, shields the fake heiress. He's afraid she'll see the horrible state of my body. The fake heiress is scared to tears at this, and everyone crowds around her to console her. No one cares whether I'm still breathing while lying in a pool of blood. I'm stunned when I see this, but I soon laugh self-deprecatingly. When I open my eyes again, I've been brought back seven years in the past. It's the day I've just stepped foot at home.

My husband threw me into the crocodile pit to help his childhood sweetheart, who was a KOL, gain popularity. To make the live stream more realistic, he personally tossed bait at me. “Have you not eaten? My grandma can run faster than you!” He watched as I bled from my abdomen, believing I was just pretending to be pitiful. When I asked for a divorce, he kicked me to the ground. “Since you love pretending to be pitiful to ask for a divorce, why didn’t you just let the crocodile kill you?” I handed him a medical report. “My child died because of you. Does this count as pretending to be pitiful?”

Seven years after my death, a young man starts using the phone number I used in life. When he signs in to my Facebook account, he sees the things I've written on my timeline. He sees the unspoken love contained in those words and wants to help me find my beloved. He wants to help me fulfill the wish that I couldn't before my death. Later, he manages to find the person I love, but I'm about to fade from existence. Why? Because my lover has almost forgotten about me.

Seven years ago, I ignored my girlfriend's heart-wrenching pleas and ruthlessly severed our relationship. Now, after seven long years, she had risen to the top—and she was back, ready for her wedding. She didn't come home for mere celebration, though. She came for revenge. She obliterated the company my father had spent his entire life building and did not stop until she shattered his leg, forcing him to endure unimaginable pain. It was all so I'd be forced to go to her wedding and beg for forgiveness. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She hissed, brandishing a blade, "If Matthew's not here in ten minutes, I'll slice off a finger for every minute he's late." My autistic brother's fingers, the only way he could create art, became a bargaining chip in her sadistic game. Dad's anguished cries filled the air as he pleaded for mercy, but she was not done. She wanted to tear my family apart piece by piece. My mom, fragile and trapped in the haze of Alzheimer's, was next. Her mind, already slipping, crumbled under the relentless torment. She cracked, completely lost to the madness. With tears streaming down his face, Dad said, "My son died the day you left for abroad."

After being in love with Dylan for seven years, I planned to propose to him at his birthday party. But then I overheard him speaking to his friend in Italian: "You like Lydia? I'll give her to you. I'm tired of her anyway. Sarah is better—she's a dancer, young and sexy." He thought I couldn’t understand, but he didn’t know that I had learned Italian for him. I threw away the ring I had designed for him, tore apart the wedding suit I had sewn and left. Our friends were all speculating how long it would take before I came back. Dylan sneered with disdain, "She’s just an orphan with no family. Where could she go without me? Three days at most." But to his surprise, I never returned and found a new home.

Persahabatan mungkin bisa terjalin dalam kurun waktu yang lama. Bahkan belasan tahun. Seperti yang terjadi pada Gwen, Alexi, Inez, Jupiter, dan Eric. Mereka mampu bertahan tanpa merusak persahabatan dengan hal-hal di luar yang terlihat. Mereka saling memiliki ketergantungan satu sama lain, tanpa ada ikatan emosi dan perasaan melebihi pertemanan. Namun, siapa sangka, banyak rahasia di balik hubungan mereka selama ini.Ada yang diam-diam saling menyakiti, membohongi, memanipulasi, bahkan merusak hidup satu sama lain. Lalu sebenarnya, siapa yang berani menantang diri dalam bara api yang tercipta di antara mereka berlima?

Jake Ryan had been best friends with Jay Morgan since they were in middle school. Jake had always valued being an only sibling, especially when Jay’s younger sister, Rachel, was always in the picture. Her personality always rubbed Jake the wrong way, and the fact that she always had to butt into her big brother’s business annoyed him more than he could say. Rachel, on the other hand, had way too much fun bothering Jake, he let it be known that she always rubbed him wrong, and she took great joy in making sure to always let it happen. Even after their drunk, and oh stupid night, she still teased him. But when the Jake came to be her personal one man rescue mission to help her out of a blizzard, she wanted no part of it. And a few minutes too long of arguing and annoying each other meant that they were stuck in her family cabin until help came, if they came. What could happen with two people, who clearly hated each other, were forced to spend the unknown amount of hours together? Could they get over the bickering along enough to figure out how to get help? Could they actually pull together and work through their problems? Better yet, could they finally stop denying the attraction they’ve both buried since high school?