Ben 10 Echo Echo

Durante mis cinco años de matrimonio con Dante Moretti, el Don de la mafia de Gold Ville, todo el mundo sabía que me amaba más que a su vida. Él tenía tatuado un violín (por mí) junto al escudo de su familia, un símbolo de lealtad que nunca podría ser borrado. Hasta que recibí la foto de su amante. Una camarera de cócteles, tumbada desnuda en sus brazos, con la piel marcada por los moretones oscuros del sexo violento. Ella había garabateado su propio nombre justo al lado del violín que él llevaba por mí. Y mi esposo se lo había permitido. «Dante dice que solo estando dentro de mí se siente como un hombre. Tú ya ni siquiera puedes excitarlo, ¿verdad, querida Alessia? Quizás sea hora de que te hagas a un lado». No respondí. Solo hice una llamada. —Necesito una nueva identidad. Y un billete de avión.

No meio da noite, meu marido começou a falar dormindo. — Meu pequeno tesouro, papai vai levar você e a mamãe para a casa nova amanhã. Mas estávamos usando proteção. De onde diabos surgiu uma criança? Então liguei o celular dele. Vi as transferências de dinheiro para outra mulher, gastas em todo tipo de luxo e uma casa. O álbum de fotos tinha fotos dela com uma roupa de stripper bem reveladora, uma pequena barriguinha. A última era um ultrassom. De quatro meses, pelo que parecia. Não disse nada. Apenas salvei as provas. Eles estavam prestes a aprender o preço de trair uma princesa da máfia.

Clarence, the Vampire Prince, fell for me the moment he laid eyes on me. And I fell for him just as hard, just as hopelessly. I accepted his Embrace. The whole dark world knew he loved me more than life itself. He branded the rune of our blood bond directly over his heart. That lasted five centuries. Then I got the video from his new blood doll—a human stripper named Seraphina. She was sprawled naked in his lap, fresh bite marks dotting her throat. Using her own blood, she’d painted a crude sigil right beside the sacred rune meant only for me. And my mate had let her. “Clarence says my young blood is the only thing that makes him feel alive anymore,” she purred. “He says you’re a dead fish in bed, darling Molly. Time for the new generation to take over.” I didn't bother to reply. My fingers were steady as I contacted an ancient witch. “I need a glamour,” I said, my voice even and low. “A perfect human shell. One that will hide everything—my scent, my trail. All of it.”

As Christmas drew near, my little sister claimed she’d seen Santa Claus in the house. “He had four legs, real long, like dead branches. He crawled on the floor like a dog. His mouth was full of teeth, and I saw him with my own eyes, climbing out of the chimney. His bones were making this clicking, clacking sound.” The Santa she described was nothing like the legends. My parents and I thought it was just her imagination. Until I posted about it online. A user named “NocturneNotes” insisted my sister wasn’t lying, and that the thing was dangerous. Panicked, I asked him what we should do. He gave me three rules: “On Christmas Eve, from 11:30 PM to 2:00 AM, the entire family must ‘sleep’ by the Christmas tree.” “You can’t actually fall asleep, or you’ll die in your sleep.” “No matter what you hear or feel, you absolutely cannot open your eyes or stop pretending to be asleep. Once it hits 2:00 AM, it will leave on its own.”

Five years into my marriage to Dante Moretti, the Don of the Chicago Outfit, the entire underworld knew he loved me more than life itself. He’d had a violin—for me—tattooed right next to his family crest, a symbol of loyalty that could never be erased. Until I got the photo from his mistress. A cocktail waitress, sprawled naked in his arms, her skin marred by the dark bruises of rough sex. She had scrawled her name right next to the violin he’d gotten for me. And my husband had let her. "Dante says only being inside me makes him feel like a man anymore. You can’t even get him hard anymore, can you, sweet Alessia? Maybe it’s time to step aside." I didn't reply. I just made a single call. “I need a new identity. And a plane ticket out.”

Nach fünf Jahren Ehe mit Dante Moretti, dem Don des Chicago Outfit, wusste die gesamte Unterwelt, dass er mich mehr liebte als sein eigenes Leben. Er hatte sich eine Geige tätowieren lassen – für mich – direkt neben seinem Familienwappen. Ein Symbol der Treue, das niemals ausgelöscht werden konnte. Bis ich das Foto von seiner Geliebten bekam. Eine Barkeeperin, nackt in seinen Armen ausgestreckt, ihre Haut gezeichnet von den dunklen Spuren von hartem Sex. Sie hatte ihren Namen direkt neben der Geige gekritzelt, die er sich für mich hatte stechen lassen. Und mein Mann hatte es zugelassen. „Dante sagt, nur wenn er in mir ist, fühlt er sich noch wie ein Mann. Du kannst ihn doch gar nicht mehr erregen, oder, süße Alessia? Vielleicht ist es an der Zeit, beiseitezutreten.“ Ich antwortete nicht. Ich tätigte nur einen einzigen Anruf. „Ich brauche eine neue Identität. Und ein Flugticket – raus hier.“

I was reborn, back to the day before my wedding. The first thing I did? I swapped husbands with my sister. Last time around, I married Julian, a mild-mannered tech mogul. He couldn't handle my fiery temper, and I couldn't stand how soft he was. Our marriage crashed and burned in a year. My sister, sweet and timid, was in an arranged marriage with Robin Kane, the Don of New York's biggest crime family. She couldn't handle the brutal, chaotic life. Tormented by Robin's so-called childhood sweetheart, Isabella, she fell into a deep depression and died. So when I came back, I made a decision. I’d be the one to marry the Don. But I never expected that after the wedding, the cold, stoic Don would become a different man. Every night, he’d be on top of me, kissing me like he was obsessed, whispering, "Good girl. I'll make you feel good. Just one more time, baby?"

Demi melunasi hutang sang ibu, Ayyara Faderica terpaksa harus menerima perjodohan dengan Kieran Bimantara, putra sahabat ibunya sekaligus CEO di tempatnya bekerja. Setelah menjadi istri Kiaran, hidup Ayyara seketika berubah jauh lebih baik. Kieran yang sudah sejak lama menyukai Ayyara secara diam-diam, tentu memperlakukan sang istri layaknya seorang ratu. Apapun yang diinginkan Ayyara, Kieran tak pernah melarang. Namun sayang sekali, Ayyara sangat sulit menerima Kieran di hatinya, ia justru masih menjalin hubungan dengan mantan kekasihnya. Walau mengetahui hal itu, Kieran tak pernah lelah berjuang mendapatkan hati Ayyara. Akankah Ayyara sadar dengan perjuangan Kieran, dan mau menerima cinta Kieran dengan tulus? Atau rumah tangga mereka justru akan hancur, karena Ayyara tak mau melupakan masa lalunya?

Mary dan Jung Soo, dua orang yang terpisah bertemu kembali dengan kondisi yang berbeda. Mary yang kehilangan ingatannya sementara Jung Soo baru saja bercerai. Mary dan Jung Soo sama- sama menyimpan harapan terhadap satu sama lain. Mereka berharap bisa menemukan kebahagiaan yang pernah mereka buat bersama lagi. Tapi tidak mudah. Jung Soo masih merasa bersalah karena kecelakaan yang menimpa Mary dan juga perceraiannya. Sementara sosok Lee Joon Hee datang ke kehidupan Mary dan mulai mewarnai kehidupan Mary. Baik Jung Soo ataupun Joon Hee, keduanya membuat Mary tak sabar dengan masa depannya. Mary berada dalam pilihan antara siapa yang ia butuhkan dan siapa yang ia inginkan.

Bee, masih terlalu belia ketika merasakan pahitnya hidup menjadi sebatang kara di dunia ini. Kedua orang tuanya tidak mewariskan harta sepeser pun bahkan meninggalkan hutang yang harus Bee bayar kepada Beni yang merupakan sahabat ayah dan bundanya. Beni menginginkan Bee menikah dengan anak semata wayangnya yang bernama Akbi. Namun Akbi telah memiliki kekasih, maka mati-matian Akbi menolak perjodohan tersebut. “Gue punya cewek dan gue cinta sama dia, harusnya gue nikahnya sama dia bukan sama lo!” ~Devano Akbi Marthadidjaya~ “Gimana kalau kita buat perjanjian? Biar Om Beni enggak kecewa, kita ikutin aja keinginan papamu ... hanya sampai aku lulus kuliah lalu mendapatkan kerja dan bisa menghidupi diri sendiri, trus kita bercerai, menolak keinginan om Beni lebih sulit dari pada mengajukan perceraian ke pengadilan ... setelah nikah nanti, hidup kita pasti akan menjadi miliki kita sendiri, kita mau cerai pun ... om Beni enggak akan bisa ngelarang, gimana?” ~Aurystela Akkeu Quenbee~