Alice Parachute Dress

I've been pregnant for six months, but my Alpha mate, William, has delayed our mating ceremony 29 times. He's waiting for his adopted sister, Rita, to find a mate so they can have a "two-couple mating ceremony." The 30th time I altered the waist of my beloved mating ceremony dress, the bridal shop assistant looked embarrassed, "Miss, this dress really can't be widened anymore. How about you choose another one?" Disappointment rose in my throat like bile. I called William, asking when the ceremony would finally happen. But William said: "I will give you an unforgettable mating ceremony, but Rita's mate hasn't been matched yet. Darling, can you wait a little longer? We shouldn't ruin her whole life over such a small thing, right? I know you'll understand. You're always so kind." My heart clenched suddenly. So, my dream mating ceremony is just a small thing. Rita's sweet, high-pitched voice chimed in: "Brother, my mating ceremony dress matches yours so perfectly!" That was the moment I realized I was never the one being chosen. I looked down at my round pregnant belly, tears slipping quietly from the corners of my eyes. Then, with a trembling hand, I dialed the number that had always been waiting for me. "I'm ready to leave." After the call ended, the clerk cautiously asked: "Would you like to choose another one?" "No. Just cancel it, please." I took one last glance at the dress that would never belong to me. If this ceremony was never for me, then I won't stay for it.

Just before my wedding, my fate mate, my Alpha fiancé, Micheal, stripped me of my wedding dress—our wedding dress—and handed it to his mistress, Becky Porter. Not only that, but he locked me in the dressing room like some rabid wolf he needed to contain. "Becky has a terminal illness.She just wants to experience being a bride before she dies." I lunged forward, my wolf howling inside me. Alpha's strength pressed against mine, his dominance forcing my muscles to lock. My claws twitched, itching to break free. "You bastard!" I snarled, my breath ragged. Micheal barely blinked. Instead, he let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head . "She’s dying, and you can’t even show a little compassion?" His tone dripped with disappointment, as if I were the villain here. "You’re only losing a wedding, but Becky… Becky is losing her dreams and her life."

I go to the boutique my son has invested in to pick up the gown I've ordered for a banquet. Just as I'm about to leave, the manager, Wendy Reed, stops me and says that I still owe them money. She pulls out the bill. I look down at it and see that the boutique is charging me 300 thousand dollars for their creativity, 500 thousand dollars for fabric therapy, and one million dollars for their chief designer's mental wellness. On top of other expenses, the price totals up to two million dollars. I laugh incredulously and send a message to my secretary. "Withdraw our funding from my son's company and this boutique!"

Alice Idohosa is just your regular addict who so happens to possess supernatural powers. After committing "mass murder" he is sentenced to hell where he must learn how to co-exist with his harem of conceited phoenix, bloodthirsty demon so-to-be-demon-lord, angsty hybrid, fearsome demon child, and an egoistic Alpha. Everything should work out at the end even though you throw in the mystery of the parents, love story gone bad, and oh just the possible end of the world he should turn out relatively fine. Maybe. Find out in Alice down in demonland: Hells institution for the damned.

The day before the wedding, I go to the bridal shop to pick up my custom wedding dress. The clerk informs me apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ms. Stone. Yesterday, a woman called Ms. Lovelett came and picked up your dress." My best friend, Sherry Lancelot, suddenly remembers something. "Isn't that the surname of your fiance's secretary? He's so thoughtful. He had your dress picked up in advance for you." But in the next second, Mary Lovelett posts a social media update. In her photo, she is wearing my one-of-a-kind custom wedding dress that is worth hundreds of millions and posing coquettishly in front of the camera. The caption reads, "Zachary is the best boss in the world. I casually said I wanted to take some portraits. He generously bought me a globally limited outfit for a photoshoot so that I can take the photos to my heart's desire!" I look at the post and reply coldly, "That's the wedding dress I personally chose for myself. Since when did it become your photoshoot outfit?" The post is deleted instantly. My fiance, Zachary Everdon, calls me angrily. "What nonsense comment was that? I just lent your stupid dress to Mary for a bit. It's a cheap, one-time thing anyway. I can buy you a dozen more to make up for it." I let out a cold laugh and record the call. Then, I send him a screenshot of the 200 million dollars purchase record. I say, "Sure. Will you pay by check or by direct transfer? Hurry up. Once you pay, we're calling off the engagement."

For five years, I have seen Leo Belmonte—the Don’s heir—as the only light in my life. On the day of my wedding dress fitting, he smiled and told me I was only a stand-in for his untouchable first love, Mia. Now that the real thing was back, I was supposed to step aside—go underground, follow my mother's path, and be somebody's mistress like she had been. The bridal fastenings cut my palms bloody, and all he cared about was the dress. His precious Mia ran me down on the highway in her car, and he warned me not to call the police—held my mother's ashes over my head to keep me in line. When the whole internet was calling me a homewrecker, it was him who nailed me to the pillar of shame with his own hands. The night I finally gave up, I boarded the Deluca family's private helicopter. That was when they learned the truth—I was no homeless bastard daughter. I was the only heir the most powerful Don in Europe had been searching for all these years. Once, I saw him as my light. Now he kneels at my feet and begs forgiveness, and all I feel is disgust. One day soon, I would stand at the top of the underworld—somewhere he could never reach again.

Regina Edana Anderson, the sole heir of the Anderson Duchy. A princess with the brightest green eyes and many talents. All things are set for her to sail through in life. Till one day she hears about the death of her uncle and learns that her fiancé's family had planned it. It's time to take revenge on all who betrayed her. She kills her fiancé in a fury and takes over the throne in a time when only men had the right to rule. But changing the rules is not so easy especially when the nobles suggest she marry her fiancé's brother who was the mastermind of this little game. But luckily when the Crown Prince of the Raleigh Empire, Theodore, the future king considered a dangerous lunatic, comes to her & offers a contract marriage she has no choice but to accept putting forth some conditions for their alliance. A bloodthirsty princess and a lunatic crown prince. What could go wrong? ____ I knew Theodore was a lunatic, but I wasn't sure if the word was enough to describe him. Especially now when I see him jumping off the cliff. He, the future of the empire just jumped trying to reach out for my hand as I was falling down. He grabbed my hand and held me tightly in his arms. He turned us around so he would hit the shallow stream of the river below us first, not me. But I couldn't understand why. Why would someone do this? As if he could hear my thoughts, he answered with the same arrogant smile on his face, "I made a promise to never let go of your hand. Even if it leads me to my demise, I would follow you—even into death." Yes, Lunatic isn't enough. He is downright deranged.

Alpha Ricardo believes in an eye for an eye. He treats me like a mirror—whatever pain my brother causes his sister, Ricardo reflects onto me. But what happens when the mirror shows a lie? Maria has fooled the entire pack. She has convinced her brother that she is a victim, when she is actually the villain. Now that I’m carrying Ricardo’s heir, I’m caught in a crossfire of hate and obsession. With my brother’s life on the line and a vengeful husband at my door, I must find the proof to break Maria’s spell. In a house built on secrets, the truth is the only weapon I have left.

“ This is the thing that will ruin your life; the forbidden love between the two of us. ” Doing bad things will only make a living for people who are in dire need of money. An ordinary man who has to work hard to support his terminally ill younger sister. The man will do all the work and even enter the chaotic world to save his sister's life. As he does all he can, he will meet a man who needs to prove something to his parents. A business man who needs a woman to pretend to be his bride and be willing to marry him. The man he met had no idea that he was also a man because he was wearing women's clothes. They will have an agreement and he can't refuse it because it will cover the cost of his sister's operation. And while they were doing what they had agreed upon, there was one of them who could not control what his heart really liked. Will they continue the forbidden romance between the two of them? Will the business man find out his real identity? And if he does, will the wedding still take place?

Jenna Goldwine, a 19 year old girl who works as witch hunter with her clan "Glaze". They prevent the rise of witches which started to create a lot of disturbances. In the midst of her hunting mission, Jenna meets two mysterious siblings who hold many secrets. A misunderstanding puts Jenna at a risk of being burned by her own clan. Will she survives from the chaos?