A Fortune-telling Princess Novel

Luke was a , not that he had a choice. He was kidnapped when he was twelve and sold and rented off to different men. At the age of 20, he was deemed damaged goods and left on the streets to die. Valentino Sero was a ruthless man, that is if you cross him. He runs hotels and casinos, as well as underground gun and trades. You know the gist, Italian man, involved with the mafia. One thing about him is he likes to take in broken people, help them and trap them into working in the mafia for the rest of their lives.

Skye Evanore Reoch isn't your normal princess. She's a soul collecting reaper that discovers she's part of a much bigger prophecy involving the elves. Will she allow fate to run its course or will love come to interfere, creating a choice she must decide upon?

Lacia la Midford adalah seorang putri, namun ia ditakuti dan dikucilkan karena racun di dalam tubuhnya. orang-orang menyebutnya sebagai Putri Racun. Keluarganya membenci dan juga mengabaikannya. Semua orang mengasingkan Lacia layaknya putri terbuang.Puncaknya ketika Lacia memutuskan untuk terjun dari tebing ketika pasukan kerajaannya sendiri memburunya untuk dibunuh. Sakit hati karena perlakuan yang ia terima selama ini membuat Lacia mengubah identitas dan penampilannya. Ia pun menemukan keluarga baru yang lebih menerimanya dibandingkan kerajaannya dahulu. Semua berjalan lancar, hingga akhirnya di sebuah pesta, kakaknya, Lucius la Midford, melihatnya. Lucius meminta bahkan memaksa Lacia untuk kembali ke kerajaan, yang jelas ditolak tegas oleh Lacia. Ia tidak mau lagi merasakan penderitaan yang sama bila kembali ke kerajaannya.Namun, ketika Lacia tahu apa yang menyebabkan Lucius begitu memaksanya untuk kembali ke kerajaannya sendiri, Lacia yakin, bahwa apa yang ia lakukan sekarang adalah hal yang tepat.“Hidupku dulu lebih rumit dari strategi perang, dan ketika aku mendapatkan kebebasan dalam hidup, kau datang dan membual ingin menikahiku. Kau pikir dirimu siapa?” –Lacia la Midford/Leia Vertensia“Kalau bukan karena kaulah pemegang utama tahta kerajaan, aku tidak akan memintamu untuk pulang. Aku membencimu, karena racun yang ada di tubuhmu itu seharusnya menjadi milikku.” –Lucius la Midford“Berani menyentuh Leia, kau akan berurusan denganku. Leia tidak akan kuserahkan pada lelaki pengecut sepertimu.” –Mikail Jester

Agnia, Gadis berusia empat belas tahun yang menemukan mata menjadi merah. Ramalan mengatakan anak-anak bermata merah harus dimusnahkan agar dewa kehancuran tidak balik lagi. Menyembunyikan bola mata, orang tua Agnia mengajarkan sihir kuno terlarang merubah bentuk manusia. Tanpa orang tua sadari, Agnia asli sudah mati, diganti oleh jiwa yang baru. Agnia belum menyadari, bola mata merah membawa takdir tidak pernah dipikirkan oleh siapapun.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

Apa jadinya Aktris terkenal bernama Kanaya Tabitha yang mati dibunuh sahabat dan pacarnya sendiri berpindah dunia dan menjadi seorang putri Duke terlantar? Kanaya sungguh tidak mengerti, seharusnya ia berada dialam baka dengan tenang. Mengapa ia harus merasakan sakitnya hidup sebagai manusia lagi? Dan gilanya, mengapa ia harus hidup sebagai Adella sang putri terlantar yang bahkan tidak pernah mendapatkan cinta.

My father found me too rebellious, so he gave me to Marco, tasking him with making a lady out of me. To the outside world, Macro was the ruthless boss to a Mafia empire, but to me, he was just a man with a perpetually stern face. I tried everything to defy him. I smashed his car. Then I swapped his PPT for the lowbrow stand-up he hated most. And he opened it during a company meeting. Yet, every rebellion ended the same. He cornered me, his massive frame dominating mine on the silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the polished oak of his desk, or the leather confines of the car's backseat. His hot skin against mine, his fingers tracing fire along my curves. He moved with a primal hunger that left me breathless. My body arched in unwilling ecstasy, in a dance of punishing pleasure, until my fight dissolved into moans, my will shattered under his relentless claim. I fell for him hard, convinced this was love, and he was the beacon of my dark world. But the truth shattered me: it was all a calculated game to tame me, to stop my war with my sister Karen. My guiding light went out, or maybe it never existed at all. So I became a good girl. I stopped fighting back. He thought he had me tamed, chained to his will. But in the end, I slipped free, leaving him alone with his shattered heart.

Claire Blake, 23, works double shifts at a café to cover her mother's medical bills and her brilliant sister Clara's college tuition. Her life is a careful sacrifice - no room for dreams, only survival. Then she accidentally spills coffee on Damian Cole, billionaire CEO and the city's most eligible bachelor. Instead of anger, he's kind. Days later, his assistant calls with an impossible offer: pretend to be his girlfriend for six months. His family won't stop pressuring him to marry, and his manipulative ex-fiancée Caroline refuses to accept they're over. In exchange: $10,000 monthly, her mother's medical expenses covered, and a completion bonus that would transform her family's life. Claire knows it's crazy - she doesn't belong in his world of charity galas and high society. But the money would solve every problem. So she signs the contract and steps into a glittering world where everything feels like pretend. Except it doesn't stay pretend. Damian isn't the cold CEO she expected. He remembers her coffee order, values her opinions, treats her family with genuine warmth. His careful respect comes from protecting his sister from abuse - he's not controlling, he's considerate. As Claire navigates his world, the performance becomes real. When he kisses her, he confesses: "This stopped being fake for me weeks ago." But Caroline launches a media campaign suggesting their relationship is paid - uncomfortably close to the truth. With headlines dissecting Claire's background and questioning whether she "belongs," they must choose transparency over hiding. Can a love that started as a contract become real enough to survive the spotlight?

Th‍e⁠ir marriage was a transaction.⁠ Th‍eir war was p‍e‌rsonal. T⁠hei‌r pas‌sion was unforeseen. Elara Vega is an⁠ artist whose life i‌s p‌ainted in bold⁠, rebellio‌us colors. When a devastating betrayal by he‌r‍ own family threa‍tens to de⁠stroy everything‍ her⁠ father built, she is‌ given a brut⁠al ch‍oice: sell her‌ freedom to save his le⁠gacy. ⁠Kaelan Sterling is a billionaire fortress of ice and ambit‍ion. To secu⁠re a cruc‌ial merger and shield his empire from a l‌urking threat, he needs‍ one thing: the per⁠fect, unto⁠uchable wife. He doesn't want lo‌ve; he wants a business‍ pa‍rtner. Bound by a cold, clinical contract, they a⁠re‌ enemies from‍ the start. He sees her as a chaotic liability. She sees him as a heartless tycoon. Their for‌ced proximity is a battle of‌ will‍s, fi⁠lled⁠ with sha‌rp word‌s and eve‌n sharper attra‍ction. Bu‍t in t‍he gilded cag⁠es of penthouses⁠ a‌nd high‌-society ga‍la⁠s, a dangerou‍s fire ignites. As a c‍ommon en‍emy closes in, their fa⁠ke r⁠elationship begins to feel terrifyingly real. The lines between strategy and surrender b‍lur. But when hi‍dden truths surface and old‍ wounds are ripped open, their fragile trus⁠t shatt⁠ers. Now, El⁠ara must‌ decide if the man behind th‍e fortune‌ i‍s worth the ultimate risk, and Kaelan must learn that some bonds are too powerful to be broken-even by a billion-dollar contract.

When my mother won a million dollars from a lottery ticket, she prepared an envelope for each of her three children. After we opened them, my younger brother and younger sister each found a bank card inside. But from my envelope, two 1-dollar coins clinked onto the floor. Seeing me freeze, a trace of unease flickered across Mother's face. "Cassian," she said hesitantly, "Logan and Sienna suffered a lot growing up because your father passed away so early. So I gave each of them 500 thousand dollars as compensation. "You're the eldest son—like a father to them. Don't fight with them over this, okay?" I glanced down at the faded down jacket I had worn for years, the fabric so worn that it had lost its color. Then, my eyes drifted to my younger brother's limited-edition sneakers and to the designer bag slung over my sister's shoulder. Mother seemed to have forgotten that when Father died, I had only been eight. I smiled faintly. "Alright. I won't fight them for it." Hearing this, Mother let out a long breath of relief. The next second, my voice turned cold. "Then I won't fight for the responsibility of supporting you in your old age either."