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Psyche, a heartbroken woman and disbeliever of love turn upside-down when she meets Cupid, the god of love himself. She was determined not to fall in love again. But love is a big word to be controlled as much as her heartbeats and her smiles upon hearing his voice. Psyche already warned herself, thus her stupid heart is still screaming the same name, Cupid. As betrayal, broken promises, and lies looms in the distance. Will she run away from her destiny or will she chase her heartbeats for Cupid?

The Devil You Called Grimace. Hunger. Love like a curse. They say some doors open only once. She opened hers with three red candles, a drop of blood, and a whisper. Lonely nights, overdue rent, and a heart too heavy to carry — that’s all it took to call him through. Malik. The man made of smoke, shadow, and everything her prayers forgot to protect her from. He came smiling, with promises sweet as sin — protection, money, revenge. Every favor he gave her tasted like salvation until she realized he was feeding on her, one piece at a time. A memory here. A dream there. Her laughter swallowed whole. Now he’s the warmth in her sheets and the whisper in her nightmares. The devil she named, the lover she can’t unmake. Because Malik wasn’t summoned. He was chosen. And love — the kind that burns red under candlelight — always demands a body to keep it alive.

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.

It was a wet, cold afternoon and Xenica got bored. In attempt to relieve her boredom, she played prank on people by calling random numbers. It's all fun and games until her prank suddenly goes wrong! Shaun, a smart and undeniably handsome victim goes on to seek revenge and hunt the prankster. While paying for the consequence of her prank, she found herself entangled in a roller-coaster of romance, laughters, and banters. But little did Xenica know, meeting Shaun would lead her to discover a web of secrets and lies, hidden from her for years, that when revealed, it will change her life forever—one of the people close to her works with the country's most wanted syndicate, Black.

Lisa Mathew worked as a receptionist in a 3-star hotel. She cherished this job very much as a widow with a six-year-old-son.One day, she met a dashing hot guest name Augustus Carlos. She didn't recognize that he was the new boss of their hotel.All her colleagues believed she had annoyed their new big boss and would be fired. But Augustus weirdly forgave her and promoted her as the vice manager?!!More astonishing, the man said he had a secret crush on her for over six months and proposed. But she had never met him before.She should refuse, but her mouth had already spoken "Yes"....

When Gwen's family is chased out of the house and her sister falls terribly ill, she is forced to tie knot with Prince Williams to save her family. Little does she know she is signing up for a roller coaster of love, bitterness, rivalry, conquest and compulsory sacrifice.A book on the significant role of love

Un correspondant étranger nommé Harry arrivant brusquement dans la classe et aussi dans la vie de Rose. Shawn, le beau gosse du lycée va tout chambouler. Shawn ? Harry ? Rose devra faire un choix. Un choix de toute une vie.

Memiliki kekuatan aneh yang 'katanya' adalah sebuah kecelakaan yang dilakukan salah-satu profesor saat meneliti mereka. Hidup di dalam sebuah teror kematian yang terus-menerus menghantui mereka. Memaksa mereka untuk mengingat sebuah kesalahan yang mereka lakukan. Alice,Xander dan Logan bertemu dalam kasus itu. Mereka menutup diri dari dunia lain dan berusaha untuk menjauh dari teman-teman sekolah mereka. Berusaha mencari kebenaran dari 'fakta' yang mereka lupakan atau 'sengaja' mereka lupakan?. Namun ketika 'Kematian' hampir merampas kehidupan mereka, sosok lain yang berasal dari negeri jauh memberikan mereka petunjuk. Menunjukkan apa yang harus mereka lakukan, agar kembali 'mengingat'apa yang mereka bertiga lupakan dan menyebabkan teror terus-menerus menghantui mereka. Di awal turunnya salju di penghujung tahun, mereka bertiga memulai petualangan untuk mencari sosok yang bisa mengembalikan ingatan itu. Sementara di antara mereka bertiga. Xander adalah pemuda misterius yang tau akan hal itu. Xander yang memimpin langkah mereka menemukan penyelesaian di permasalahan mereka. Dan Xander malah membawa Alice dalam sebuah ikatan perasaan yang sulit untuk dijelaskan, asmara. Membuat gadis itu bertanya dalam benak nya. Apakah...Xander ada hubungan nya dengan masa lalu-Nya?

“I can give up everything. I can be your slave. You can use me for all your satisfaction, just let my father go.”

During my night shift, I refused to help my adopted sister administer fluids to her patient. After the wrong drug is given, I watch a seven-year-old boy die after he suffers an allergic reaction right before my eyes. In my previous life, the boy's family stormed the nurses' station after I'd just finished administering his IV medication. The next thing I knew, I was violently beaten up. "You poisoned my grandchild by giving him the wrong medicine!" But the fluid I introduced into his bloodstream was a simple glucose solution. It couldn't have led to such a disastrous outcome. When I was on the brink of passing out, someone called the police. I thought help had finally arrived, but I was sorely mistaken. The police officer—my brother—pinned me to the ground. "We found your prints on the drug vial. You're a murderer." Then, my childhood friend, a forensic pathologist, held up an autopsy report and accused me of the same crime. "The patient's time of death is around 5:00 am. That's the same time you administered drugs into his system." Unable to prove my innocence, I was ultimately beaten to death by the boy's enraged family members. My brother and my childhood friend had always loved me. Even on the brink of death, I couldn't understand why they would do this to me. Now, I open my eyes and find myself back on the night it all began.