Anna Blossom

The story about a young bright girl whose life got destroyed because of her father's believe. Alexa is lost and faded, shattered and broken as she writes about her dark past on her death bed just after she finally finds true love and wishes to live instead.

Three year after my death, my former mate returned— not to mourn me, but to make use of me one last time. It was the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year—the night when wolves whispered to the dead. “Where’s Mira Thorne?” Rowan demanded as he strode downstairs into the tavern beneath the den. “Her lived here—Gavin’s sister. I need to find her.” Dorian, the tavern keeper, glanced up slowly. “Mira?” he repeated, wiping his hands on a cloth. “She’s gone, Doctor. Died three winters ago. Same night the Moon rose red.” Rowan’s brows knit. “Dead? That’s impossible. There’s no record.” Dorian’s voice softened. “The family from that healing case—remember them? They found her in the alley behind this inn. Tore her apart before dawn. The healers couldn’t even retrieve her wolf.” Rowan froze, a flicker of disbelief passing across his face before irritation took over. “No. She’s pretending. She’s doing this to make me feel guilty.” he said sharply. “She’s hiding. She always was weak. Tell her if her doesn’t come out within three days, I’ll stop sending money for brother’s treatment.” He turned abruptly and left, the tavern door slamming behind him. Dorian sighed after him., shaking his head. “brother? Her brother died before the healers even arrived… there was never any money for treatment.” The silence that followed was heavier than snow. Dorian watched the falling snow and murmured to the empty air, “No one pretends death, Doctor. Not when they’ve already lost everything.”

Xavier opened his eyes after a while, breathing heavily as he thought of how unfortunate he had become. He felt compelled, even controlled by this little thing in front of him. Her scent, her body, her reactions all drew him into a vortex of desires he despised. "I didn't want a mate," he said in a gruff voice, "and you gave me one, you damned goddess!" He punched another hole into the wall and Violet whimpered fearfully. Xavier turned his attention to her, and his eyes clouded with anger as he bit out, "I should kill you now and make my life less miserable than it already is. The very idea of having you as my mate disgusts me on so many levels." *** The alpha of blood moon pack is as ruthless as they say he is, torturing his enemies till they beg for death, attacking packs and killing their alphas to expand his territory. Xavier, the ruthless alpha, wants no mate. He calls it a curse rather than a blessing from the moon goddess. His whole world was just darkness until he met her... Will Violet become one of fate's cruel victims?Will Xavier let his dark past affect his heart?Will the two accept each other and be together till the end?

Sherly feels guilty for spending a hot night with a married man. In the morning, she decided to leave and leave the man who had probably liked her since the beginning of their meeting. However, the harsh reality hit Sherly's life when she found out that she was pregnant and her family forced her to throw away her own flesh and blood. Five years passed, Sherly looked for her child who turned out to have been adopted by the Rosell family. Lolita, who replaced Sherly as Aarav's mother, turned out to be the wife of Hansel, the man who slept with Sherly five years ago. After learning the truth, Hansel intends to have Sherly completely, because honestly his relationship with his wife is not based on love. "I liked you from the moment we met, and you have also given birth to my child, so you must be mine, only mine," Hansel was determined to have Sherly.

"Erlang, aku ... aku akan menikah." Erlang terkejut." Apa?! Dengan siapa?!" Zoya menundukkan kepala. "Pria pilihan orang tuaku. Mereka sudah memutuskan, dan aku... aku tidak bisa menolak." Erlang terdiam sejenak, lalu tersenyum. "Aku mengerti. Aku hanya pemuda biasa yang tidak bisa mengabulkan keinginan orang tuamu." Zoya menatap Erlang dengan mata berkaca-kaca. "Lang, aku..." Erlang segera mengangkat tangan. "Tidak perlu, Zoya. Aku tahu kamu harus melakukan kewajibanmu sebagai seorang anak." Zoya tersenyum sedih. "Aku akan selalu mengingat kamu, Lang. Aku doakan yang terbaik untukmu." "Aku juga, Zoya. Aku akan selalu mendukung kamu meski kita berjauhan." Erlang dan Zoya saling menatap, lalu tersenyum sedih. Keduanya berpikir ini adalah akhir dari hubungan mereka, tapi takdir justru kembali mempersatukan mereka dalam sebuah skandal. Satu tahun kemudian adalah awal dari perjalanan baru bagi Erlang dan Zoya.

Semenjak Ibu Rayya menikah lagi dengan Ayah Wisnu, hidup Raline Maryam seperti neraka. Selama tiga tahun mulai duduk di awal SMA ayah tiri selalu ingin menggagahi di setiap ada kesempatan, tetapi tidak pernah berhasil. Di tahun kelulusan SMA, Ibu Rayya mengalami kecelakaan lalu lintas dan meninggal dunia, Ayah Wisnu semakin berusaha mencuri kesempatan untuk bisa memperdaya Raline. Karena ayah tiri tidak berhasil menggagahi Raline dan memiliki hutang yang sangat banyak kepada bos tempat dia bekerja. Raline dijual kepada CEO duda killer Eddriz Bushiry untuk menyiksanya dan untuk membayar hutang. Dengan terpaksa setelah lulus SMA Raline menjalin hubungan dengan laki-laki yang pantas menjadi ayahnya. Setelah menikah, Raline mengetahui Eddriz dalam keadaan krisis keperyaan dalam hubungan dengan mantan istri yang selingkuh. Sering menjadi sasaran emosi dan amarah yang tidak terkendali. Bagaimana perjuangan Raline berusaha menerima takdir nikah muda dengan suami yang lebih tua? Apakah Raline mampu meyakinkan dunia dan ayah tiri bahwa dia bahagia?

Erlang sukses dalam karier, namun sial dalam hubungan asmara. Dia memiliki dua orang istri yang cantik, akan tetapi hal itu tidak lantas membuat Erlang menjadi puas dalam urusan ranjang. Pasalnya, Arsyila, istri pertama Erlang mengalami gangguan kejiwaan, sedangkan Zoya, istri keduanya mengidap penyakit berbahaya, hingga ia pun memutuskan untuk mencari istri ketiga. Akankah Erlang mendapat kebahagiaan dengan pilihannya yang ketiga? Atau kehadiran Maya, istri ketiga yang memiliki tujuan lain, hanya akan menjadi boomerang bagi kehidupan keluarganya?

My mother never believed me. To her, I was always just a lying pup. In my pack, every cub wore a Moon Oath Collar. Red meant you lied. White meant you told the truth. My sister’s collar always glowed a soft white. Even when she pretended to be sick to get out of an exam, her collar only gave off that gentle white light. Mine was different. Even when I was truly sick, my collar would burst into a violent red, and the punishment current would follow immediately. On my sister’s birthday, Mother prepared a bonfire feast for the whole pack. Just before they left, a splitting pain tore through my head, and I collapsed on the floor, begging her to help me. For one second, she almost picked me up. Then my collar flashed red. “To ruin your sister’s birthday, you’re even pretending to die? What a vicious child.” Then she walked out with my sister and left me alone on the floor. I died alone on the cold floor. But when I opened my eyes again, I was no longer inside my body. My soul drifted after my mother as I whispered the truth she had never believed. “Mom… I wasn’t lying. I really died.” And when they finally found my body, the red collar on my neck was still flashing.

Take it off slowly, inch closer, tease and make 'em believe you're all theirs--Make it perfectly estatic. Abigail's code was as simple as they come, and had worked impeccably for years with her one and only rule: No touching. But when she pisses off a snob who didn't like it very much, it was up to a certain billionaire to save her from his covetous hands. Except, he isn't quite ready to let her go just yet.

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.