"Digta ini gue Tia" panggil Tia. Pintu di buka perlahan, dan terlihat wajah Digta dengan senyuman. " Ehm bantu beresin ya, biar besok pagi kita bisa langsung pulang" perintah Digta "Iya" balas singkat Tia. Hening terasa di ruangan Digta, Digta berkali-kali melirik Tia sambil membaca ulang dokumen hasil meeting dengan kliennya siang tadi. "Maafin gue Tia " ucap Digta datar. Tia menoleh, "maaf buat apa ?" Tanya Tia "Maaf karna terlalu bodoh tindakan gue tadi siang" ucap Digta sedikit lirih "Ehm .. ya udah jangan di ulangin lagi Dig, lu tau kan gue ini istri orang, apalagi pertemanan lu sama Julian baik, gue gak mau kejadian-kejadian sebelumnya merusak hubungan lu sama Julian" ucap Tia panjang lebar "Tapi jangan larang gue buat punya rasa sayang yang bikin gue tersiksa beberapa bulan ini" Mata Tia melebar "maksud lu apa ?" Tanya Tia " Maafin gue Tia, gue punya rasa sayang sama lu sebagai wanita, bahkan gue gak perduli bagaimana status lu" jawab Digta hingga meneteskan air mata " jangan jauhin gue Tia, rasa ini sungguh menyiksa gue" tambah Digta sambil menutup wajahnya. Tia yang kebingungan dengan sikap Digta, merasa serba salah, Tia menghampiri Digta dan dengan ragu mencoba memegang bahu Digta. " Digta maaf kalo gue salah kata atau sikap, gue gak ngerti dengan semua ini, dan gue gak tau harus jawab seperti apa agar perasaan lu membaik" ucap Tia sambil mengusap bahu Digta. Reflek Digta mengambil tangan Tia dan menciumnya sambil terus menggenggamnya " gue cuma minta jangan jauhin gue, itu aja cukup " ucap Digta meminta
Duapuluh tahun yang lalu berita tentang munculnya harta karun di sebuah gunung menghebohkan negara dan dunia. Setiap kekuatan saling berlomba baik pemerintah, maupun kekuatan hitam dan putih untuk mendapatkan peta harta karun. Namun tidak ada yang mengharapkan keberadaan harta karun yang tersembunyi ini memicu perang internal berakhir dengan hancurnya sebuah keluarga besar, meninggalkan sejuta trauma pada tahun itu. Duapuluh tahun kemudian, tabu negara tentang harta karun mencuat ke permukaan menuntut balas atas tragedi tahun itu. Seseorang dengan senyum menawan berdiri di puncak tertinggi sebuah gunung menatap hina bangunan-bangunan tinggi di dari kejauhan. “Aku kembali saatnya menagih hutang masa lalu.” Di tempat lain seseorang duduk di bangku presiden Glory World Group mendukung setiap tindakan yang dia lakukan, baik diam-diam maupun terbuka. Teman di lingkungannya mengejek bahwa dia telah di perbudak oleh kecantikan. “Dia istri saya tidak bisa membiarkannya terluka.” Cover: Edited by Canva
This is the story of love and hatred of boy and girl why does girl hate boy so much inspite of her hatred why does boy love her so much will his love win her hatred or his love will burn in Agni jwaale (Agni Jwaale means fire) To know this read Agni Jwaale I am sure that you people will enjoy it reading as much I enjoyed writing. Melodious_sunshine
Jasmine Ava Shim is a well known in her country for being a billionaire. at a young age she is already CEO of a famous company Alexander Aiden Theron a young successful CEO but don't ever mess with him because he can make your life miserable Will the two person succeed the problems in they marriage life?
The story Spiriture marks the adventure of a child without Talent, who was ready for change. The major theme about the story is unveiling the mysterious world outside the mist and the increment of powers for Lucas. The background of the story is set on Atlantis, when it didn't sink to the ocean but remained as the last continent surviving from the fog. There are eight rankings of Spiritures highlighting the difference between their powers, Bronze, Silver, Gold, Amethyst, Amber, Emerald, Diamond and Radiant. A bit like valorant I guess but I'm just naming materials. There's also a half rank called extreme standing for the maximum amount of Spirit powers human body could contain. But Lucas will break it therefore opening a new path for Spiritures to continue developing. Note, Atlantis isn't one singular country it's a continent with numerous countries inside. However it will be united to confront the mysteriousness outside the mist. There's romance, but it isn't the major theme. The book mainly focus on the development of Lucas and how he wrecks everybody. It's not like a moral book where the main character is an angel and try to save everybody but he certainly isn't a villain. This is my first time writing so please leave suggestions if some where is a mistake or can be improved, I'll change it straight away. It's going to be a long story with multiple series, but pleaseeee spend like 15 minutes to keep reading, I promise it will be pretty cool.
Paano kung isang araw, mabago na lamang bigla ang mundong kinasanayan mo? Paano mo kung ang mga salitang inilimbag mo ay magpapabago ng buhay ng ibang tao? Kaya mo bang samahan ang isang taong nagulo ang buhay dahil sa isinulat mong libro? Kaya mo bang tanggapin sa sarili mo na unti unti ka nang nahuhulog sa taong nagpapatulong lang sa'yo. Hanggang saan mo kayang pigilin ang sarili mo? Hanggang kailan mo itatanggi sa sarili mo ang mga bagay na gusto mong gawin at angkinin? Paano kung naging mapaglaro ang mundo? Paano kung nakipaglaro sa'yo ang tadhana? Makakaya mo kaya? Ito ang kwento ng buhay ko kung saan puno ng misteryo. May mga bagay na ang hirap tanggapin at unawain ngunit kailangang muling bumangon. I hope na matutunan mo rin mag move-on at sumabay sa agos ng buhay. Laban lang! Padayon, aking minamahal. -Mirae Sung
Once upon a time, nestled in the heart of North Africa, there thrived a vibrant and ancient culture known as the Berbers. Their story was one woven with threads of hospitality, community, and artistry, creating a rich tapestry that enchanted all who encountered it. The Berbers were a proud people, deeply connected to their land and its traditions. With their nomadic roots stretching back centuries, they had adapted to the ever-changing landscapes, crafting a way of life that was harmonious and sustainable. Their tents, known as "khaimahs," were an emblem of their enduring resourcefulness and resilience. At the center of Berber culture was the principle of hospitality. Every visitor was welcomed with open arms, regardless of background or status. It was said that when a stranger arrived at a Berber camp, they were not only greeted with warm smiles and hearty greetings but also given the choicest portions of food and drink available. This tradition of generosity bound the Berber community together, forming unbreakable bonds of friendship and support. In these close-knit communities, everyone had a role to play. The elder members were revered for their wisdom and experience, guiding the younger generation in their pursuit of knowledge and understanding. Each individual possessed unique talents which were celebrated and nurtured by the community. One such talent was the Berbers' exquisite craftsmanship. With a deft hand and an eye for detail, they transformed simple materials into works of art. The women were particularly skilled in weaving rugs, using vibrant colors and intricate patterns to tell stories of their heritage. Each rug was a testament to the Berber identity, with motifs symbolizing protection, fertility, and prosperity. Another aspect of Berber artistry lay in their musical traditions. The sound of drums and flutes filled the air during festivities and celebrations, captivating listeners and transporting them to a different realm. Through their music, the Berbers expressed their joys, sorrows, and hopes, connecting with one another on a profound level. One fateful day, a young traveler named Amira stumbled upon a Berber camp while journeying through the desert. She was in awe of the hospitality and warmth she experienced, finding a sense of belonging amongst strangers. Amira was captivated by the rich culture that surrounded her and decided to stay, eager to learn all she could about the Berber way of life. Under the guidance of the community, Amira immersed herself in their customs and traditions. She marveled at the skill of the weavers, observing their nimble fingers as they brought life to the woolen threads. Inspired, she asked to be taught the art of rug weaving, eager to contribute her own creativity to the tapestry of Berber culture. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months as Amira honed her newfound skills. The Berbers embraced her as one of their own, recognizing her dedication and passion. Together, they wove the fabric of their shared existence, reveling in the beauty of their craftsmanship and the unity it reflected.Amira's journey with the Berbers had only just begun. As she continued to immerse herself in their way of life, she discovered new depths to their culture and traditions. The Berbers taught her about their nomadic lifestyle, traversing the vast desert landscapes with grace and resilience. She learned about their music, joining in the rhythmic beats of the drums and the enchanting melodies of the flutes. Amira also witnessed the importance of community in the Berber society. They gathered regularly for meetings, where decisions were made collectively, and everyone's voice was heard. In these gatherings, disputes were resolved, wisdom was shared, and bonds were strengthened. Amira marveled at the unity and harmony that permeated every aspect of their lives. With each passing day, Amira grew more captivated by the artistry of the Berbers. She watched as they delicate As time went on, news traveled far and wide about the wonder of the Berber culture and the warmth of their hospitality. Visitors from distant lands began to flock to the camp, drawn by tales of the enriching experience awaiting them. The Berbers welcomed these strangers with open arms, weaving an even larger tapestry of diversity and connection. Amira became a beloved member of the community, her rugs admired and cherished by all who laid eyes on them. Through her artistry, she transcended borders, spreading the beauty of the Berber culture across continents. The threads of her creations intertwined with the stories of those who had come before her, ensuring that the legacy of the Berbers would live on for generations to come. And so, the tale of the Berbers continues, an ever-evolving tapestry of hospitality, community, and artistry. Their culture remains an enduring example of the power of unity, reminding us that through embracing our differences, we can create something truly extraordinary.
At night, in the gloomy streets of Manila, 25-year old Tony "Pineapple" Salamanca lies await. He does his business as soon as the sun sets.. for good reason. A few months back, on a drug deal gone wrong, he found himself hiding in an old and decrepit warehouse. Something bit him that night, but only realizing the next morning after waking up with a bloodshot eyes, strange visions and this intolerance to bright lights. A couple of days past, and he's come to the conclusion that he is sick. His intolerance to light has amplified, and so is his seemingly diminishing hunger for food. ..and then there is that pulsing and ever so magnifying ache in his head, coupled with bizarre visions; all telling him what he needs: BLOOD. Now, at present date, Tony lies await in the slums, conducting his venture into the illegal drug industry one packet at a time. His left eye regarding what could be the shadowy figure of his next costumer, his right eye looking for his next victim. He doesn't kill them (at least not intentionally), but he does what he must to get his fix... his drug... his blood shot.
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