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When Angelina O'Hara finally escapes her past, she believes she’s found safety with her children and the man who loves her. But shadows don’t let go that easily. Strange warnings begin to appear, secrets tighten around the house, and danger slips closer with every quiet night. Angel has no idea thyher five-year-old twins, brilliant, perceptive, and far too grown for their age are watching everything. And they’re about to uncover a truth that will shake the entire family. Not every threat knocks. Sometimes… it stands at your gate.

When Alicia discovers that he should submit a project on the history of jaipur, a country in the middle of the desert, she took the road to this destination with her best friend, Sarah who was her partner. She was fascinated by the story but she was even more fascinated by the misery that was marked on the faces of the inhabitants and she did not fail to share this pain with a complete stranger at the edge of the royal beach. A few days later, when the Sheikh's brother invited Sarah to his big brother's birthday, she found the right moment to photograph the wonders of this country in the royal museum. A museum she had dreamed of visiting since the moment Elle had seen it on the Internet. She knew it was dangerous but she wanted to excel in her project at all costs. That evening, after dancing with a man she would have liked to have married, she went discreetly towards her goal. But what will happen when Alicia discovers that she was being observed, during the entire duration of the photo shoots??

PrologueUnder the bruised purple sky of a city that never slept, Celine stood frozen in the doorway of her modest apartment, the betrayal unfolding before her like a slow-motion car crash she couldn't look away from. There, sprawled across her bed—rumpled sheets tangled around their naked limbs—was her boyfriend of two years, Jamal, thrusting desperately into the lithe body of her identical twin sister, Celeste, who moaned theatricall y with the kind of fake ecstasy reserved for gold-digging performances. Celeste's designer heels kicked lazily against the headboard Celine had paid for herself, while Jamal grunted like a man compensating for something tragically inadequate.The air thickened with the stench of cheap perfume and sweat, Celeste's manicured nails raking down Jamal's back as she locked eyes with her twin—not with shame, but with smug triumph. "Oops," Celeste purred, not even bothering to cover her perfect, surgically enhanced breasts. "Didn't expect you home early, sis. Guess the pencil dick couldn't wait."Celine's heart didn't shatter; it ignited. Five years of playing second fiddle to her family's golden child—the one with the "marriageable" beauty, the one who landed modeling gigs while Celine scrubbed toilets at Al-Miraj Grand Palace—had forged her into something unbreakable. She dropped her work bag with deliberate calm, the metallic clatter echoing like a guillotine. "Get out," she said, voice steady as desert stone. Jamal scrambled up, his pathetic erection wilting under her dissecting gaze. "Both of you. Now."Jamal stammered excuses, yanking on boxers that did nothing to hide his inadequacy. "Babe, it just happened—""Pencil dick," Celine interrupted, the words landing like lashes. "That's all you've ever been. Celeste can have your three minutes of disappointment." Celeste laughed, slipping into a silk robe, but Celine saw the flicker—envy for her twin's unscarred confidence, untouched by the scalpels that kept Celeste's face "marketable."By midnight, they were gone, leaving behind crumpled lingerie and a eviction notice Celine had printed from her phone. She didn't cry. She showered off their filth, dressed in her tightest black dress—the one Jamal always ogled but never appreciated—and stormed into O'Malley's Bar, the city's underbelly dive where forgotten women drowned ambitions in five-dollar shots.Three tequilas in, celebrating her "five-month anniversary" of fooling herself with Jamal, Celine felt the haze descend. That's when he appeared—a towering shadow in tailored black, hazel eyes burning through the smoke like predator's gold. Idris Al-Miraj, though she would never know his name that night, slid onto the stool beside her, his sandalwood cologne cutting through the stale beer stink."You're celebrating alone?" His voice was velvet over steel, accented with desert winds."Freedom," she slurred, clinking her glass against his scotch.

मुंबई के सबसे लग्ज़री होटल का मालिक – *रिषभ मल्होत्रा*… नाम, दौलत और रुतबा सब कुछ उसके पास है, लेकिन उसकी ज़िंदगी में प्यार की कमी है। एक दिन उसी होटल के मशहूर रेस्टोरेंट में उसकी नज़र पड़ती है *दिशा* पर—साधारण सी वेट्रेस, जिसकी मुस्कान दिल को छू जाती है और जिसकी सादगी आँखों से उतरकर सीधे रूह में बस जाती है। पर दिशा कोई आम लड़की नहीं है… उसकी आँखों के पीछे छुपा है एक **दर्दनाक अतीत** और इस होटल में काम करने की उसकी वजह सिर्फ़ नौकरी नहीं, बल्कि एक **गुप्त मकसद** है। रिषभ का दिल धीरे-धीरे दिशा की तरफ खिंचने लगता है, लेकिन क्या वो जान पाएगा कि जिस लड़की से वो मोहब्बत करने लगा है, वही उसके होटल में एक बड़ा राज़ लेकर आई है? ✨क्या दिशा अपने अतीत का सच छुपा पाएगी? ✨क्या रिषभ का प्यार उसके ज़ख्मों को भर पाएगा या उन्हीं जख्मों से उसकी दुनिया उजड़ जाएगी? ✨प्यार, दर्द और रहस्यों से भरी ये कहानी आपको हर एपिसोड में सीट से बाँधे रखेगी।

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Chrisnah Shely Perez has it all—a loving family, a close-knit group of friends, and a life of privilege. Despite her perfect world, she's never been spoiled; instead, she's kind-hearted, beautiful, and true to herself. Chrisnah is a lesbian, content with her circle of friends, and has no interest in romantic relationships. But her peaceful world is turned upside down when she meets Michael Gabriel Dela Fuente, a charming and bubbly new student who is, unexpectedly, a gay guy. Michael’s difficult upbringing couldn’t be more different from Chrisnah’s. Raised by a single father after being abandoned by his mother, Michael’s life has been a struggle. Yet, he’s determined to rise above his past. Even though he's confident in his identity as a gay man, his encounters with Chrisnah start to stir something in him—something that challenges both of them. As they grow closer, their bond deepens into an unexpected romance that defies expectations and social norms. But just when it seems like they’ve conquered every obstacle, fate throws them a devastating curveball. Michael has been secretly battling a congenital heart disease his entire life, and now, his health is rapidly deteriorating. Chrisnah clings to hope, pushing Michael towards a life-saving heart transplant. But will love and faith be enough to overcome this ultimate test? Can Chrisnah share the life-changing news she’s been holding back, or is it already too late for their happily ever after?

Aira memutuskan untuk meninggalkan Jake yang ketahuan selingkuh dengan wanita lain di dalam ruang kerjanya. Gadis itu begitu kecewa hingga nyaris mencelakai dirinya sendiri. Bagi Hendri ini adalah yang kedua kalinya dia menyaksikan seorang wanita cantik, pintar dan kaya terpuruk karena mencintai lelaki yang salah. Kondisi Aira mengingatkan lelaki itu pada seorang wanita bernama Hana Aura yang juga mengalami kondisi sama parahnya dengan yang dialami AIra. Semua berawal dari kesalahan Hana yang telah salah melangkah. Wanita itu terjebak romansa cinta dunia maya, sehingga jatuh kepelukan seorang penulis onlen di sebuah platfrom. Mereka melakukan hubungan terlarang, padahal keduanya sama-sama masih memiliki pasangan yang tak memikili cacat dan kekurangan apa pun. Baik dari segi harta, ketampanan dan kasih sayang. Hana hamil, dia melahirkan seorang bayi perempuan yang cantik dan begitu mirip dengan pacar dunia mayanya. Wanita itu merasa sangat berdosa. Belum lagi rasa bersalahnya hilang, suami yang sekian lama dibohonginya itu meninggal karena kecelakaan. Rasa berdosa yang teramat sangat membuat jiwanya goncang. Hana sampai harus menjalani perawatan kejiwaan karena tak sanggup menanggung dosa cinta yang telah mengacaukan hidupnya. Bagaimana nasib Aira selanjutnya? ikuti saja ceritanya ya Beb. ~ Love RiezKitt ~

In a world where the Great Dao governs all and Sovereign-realm cultivators shake the heavens with a single breath — there exists a small, unremarkable sect on a quiet mountain. No grand tournaments. No legendary artifacts. No elder councils debating war strategies. Just a man. A table. A cup of tea. Thirty-seven sects have fallen to Zhao Wuhen alone. Ancient Demonic Gods have crossed fractured realms and broken Heavenly Laws to reach this mountain. They all stop at the gate. Not from the disciples who bleed to hold the line. Not from any formation or divine weapon hidden in the stone walls. But from something they feel the moment they arrive. Something old. Something that existed before the Myriad Heavens were written. Something that sits in a pavilion at the peak — and does not move. Even the Great Dao cannot reach where he sits. Even the heavens do not look directly. He has not told his disciples what he is yet. Even Ancient Gods stopped at his gate. He didn’t look up from his tea.”