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Abductors bind me in a basement, subjecting me to the torment of dozens. Meanwhile, my husband, Evan Foster, dines by candlelight with his lover, Carmen Locke. My abductors grant me one chance to call for help, and I dial Evan's number. I'm certain he will come for me. I believe Evan would give his life for me, as he once vowed that his future held no meaning without me. Clinging to hope, I call the number etched in my heart. However, Evan scolds me for interrupting their date. "You think I'll come get you? Dream on. Maybe I'll bother to collect your body if you die out there." His words crush me, and I do die. Five days later, Evan stands before the autopsy table, grimacing at the mangled remains before him. Even as the police department's finest forensic expert, having dissected thousands of bodies, he condemns the killer's brutality. Yet, despite his cold dismissal of my desperate plea over the phone, he now wears a look of pity. Evan, if you knew these fragments belonged to me, would you still find me worthy of your compassion?

The Bloodfang Pack’s Alpha has declared a grand warrior match. A test of strength, cunning, and dominance. The werewolf who emerges victorious will not only earn the title of champion but will also claim his most beautiful daughter as a mate. But everyone knows this is just a formality. No matter who wins, I should be the one to marry Harken Shadowfang. He and I grew up together, our wolves intertwined by years of shared hunts and whispered promises beneath the full moon. He has always been my destined mate—or so I thought. The match begins, and Harken deliberately loses. I watch as he kneels in the dirt, breathing heavily, his sharp golden eyes flicking toward me with something cruel, something mocking. A chill runs down my spine. Why? Why would he do this? The victor stands tall, his fur still bristling from the heat of battle. Alaric Jaggedmane. A warrior through and through, his aura is heavy with the weight of a true Alpha—something Harken never had. Without hesitation, I step forward, lifting the warrior’s wreath. "Congratulations," I say, my voice steady. "You're now my husband." A furious snarl rips through the air. Harken storms toward me like a rabid beast, his fangs bared, his hands trembling as he snatches the wreath from my grasp. "Why didn't you pick me?" he demands, his voice bordering on madness. I meet his gaze without fear. Because in my past life, I did. I chose him. I thought he loved me. I thought we would be happy. But I was a fool. After my father’s death, Harken locked me away, keeping me weak with silver-laced drugs while he took his true mate, Ravyn Evermoon, to public events at his side. I was nothing but a tool. A stepping stone for his ambitions. A title to secure his rule. It was only then that I learned of his betrayal— of the three children he had already fathered with her. And so now, with this second chance granted to me by the Moon Goddess herself, I do not waver. I will not be Harken’s pawn again.

I married Lucas Wood for five years.In the eyes of everyone else, it was clear that I loved him deeply.Investing, supporting, cooperating, and unwaveringly standing by his side.Making him a rising star in the business world.He also thought I loved him.When he looked at me, there was affection in his eyes, but behind his back, he had the audacity to keep a lover and find a mistress.He told his mistress, "I find her disgusting."I turned a blind eye to it.Only looking at that familiar face basking in the spotlight.I think if that person were still alive.He would shine just as brightly.

In a world where different creatures mingled with humans, despite struggling with the world's hardships, fighting for survival, and attempting to escape the clutches of the night creatures, humans, no matter what they did, always ended up as a tool for survival. On their quest to acquire power, freedom, and wealth, this dark power's only source of survival was through one soul; the soul of a freeborn. This soul, being an embodiment of power, could change anything and everything. Kate Warren was this soul. She was a young, spirited woman whose soul was purer than a dove and was sought by different creatures who would do anything to take everything from her. Her soul was a power treasure for the demons and a great source of energy for the witches, while her blood was the life-sustaining elixir for the night creatures. All these things they sought were the keys to unlocking power. Kate was the only survivor in her town when a massacre took place that caused the deaths of her family. Unknown to her, she was the motive behind the massacre. Her bad days changed for the worst when she got abducted by a demon. Facing the chaos surrounding her and building a strong shield around herself Kate found solace in the arms of the night whisper. The whispers of the night had a certain attraction for her. It always drew her to Clarence Roosevelt, whose name shook her very soul and core, and was also death and life to her. Having discovered that the only person who can lead her into and also away from destruction is herself, will she save herself and others from destruction, or will she be the destruction itself? “All she needed to do was listen to the Night Whispers”.

Seorang gadis yatim piatu meninggal dunia dengan cara yang sangat mengenaskan. Ia mati terbakar di dalam panti asuhan tempat di mana ia dibuang dan dibesarkan. Gadis itu kira, setelah ia mati, kemalangannya akan berakhir. Namun nyatanya ia salah. Saat ia membuka mata, gadis itu justru hidup kembali sebagai Koa Dorian. Sosok perempuan bodoh dalam sebuah novel yang dulu pernah dibacanya. Lady Koa merupakan anak haram Duke Dorian dengan seorang maid di Dorian Dukedom. Menjadi satu-satunya keturunan Duke Dorian membuat Koa diperlakukan dengan sangat baik. Ia hidup bergelimpangan harta. Namun sayang, meski Koa terlahir cantik, ia begitu bodoh. Kebodohannya sampai membuatnya ditipu oleh Pangeran Nathaniel. Ia merayu Koa, memanfaatkannya untuk naik tahta dan membuangnya setelah itu. Pangeran kemudian berselingkuh dengan putri count pinggiran. Setelah itu, kehidupan Koa berubah berantakan dan ia kehilangan segalanya. Duchess Dorian menyebut ini sebagai karma. Karma akibat perbuatan Duke yang dulu menyelingkuhinya demi seorang maid. Duchess mengatakan pada Koa jika memang itulah takdirnya. Takdir seorang putri cantik nan bodoh. Tak ingin mengalami akhir mengenaskan untuk kedua kali, gadis yatim piatu yang kini hidup sebagai Koa Dorian bertekad untuk merubah takdir malangnyanya dan mewujudkan cita-citanya untuk hidup bahagia di kehidupan barunya ini.

Kong Lao, dia seorang Kaisar Alam Semesta yang mana memimpin para manusia melawan ras monster yang menjadi kegelapan Alam Semestanya itu. Kong Lao sendiri bertarung melawan pemimpin mereka sekaligus bisa dianggap rival seumur hidup. Pertarungan mereka benar-benar intens bahkan dunia kecil bergetar dan ada yang hancur. Dampak pertarungan keduanya menciptakan retakkan ruang yang mana mengundang makhluk lain yang lebih tinggi. Tepat keduanya terbaring, makhluk itu memindahkan mereka ke dunia lain. Kong Lao kini menempati tubuh seorang pemuda, dia menyadari bahwa tubuh miliknya lemah, bahkan aliran energi sendiri juga salah. Kong Lao tidaklah bingung terus-menerus. Dia segera mengatasinya, akan tetapi selalu ada seseorang yang mengganggu dirinya. Seorang sepupu, bahkan kakaknya juga ikut campur. Pengawal klan lain, sampai dihina oleh berbagai warga di kota. Kong Lao merasakan kebencian dan tatapan hina itu. Namun, semua itu akan dirinya balas saat Turnamen Mingguan Klan. Dia akan membuktikan dirinya bukanlah orang yang mudah disinggung. Perlahan-lahan dia akan diterima oleh warga kota. Namun, di luar kota sendiri ada ancaman yang pernah dirinya temui. Ancaman tersebut ialah monster. Bagaimana proses Kong Lao meyakinkan para warganya, bagaimana Kong Lao mengatasi ancaman monster itu kembali. Juga apakah dia akan bertemu musuh bebuyutannya yang sama dipindahkan ke dunia lain. Nantikan semua itu hanya ada di Novel Legend Of Kong Lao.

My boyfriend, Allen, is a fitness coach who is cheerful, handsome, and has eight-pack abs. After getting together with me, he transferred all his female students to other colleagues and would send me daily check-in photos. In anticipation of becoming his fiancee, I happily prepared for our engagement ceremony. However, two weeks before the ceremony, I discovered a bright red lipstick mark on Allen’s workout pants. I quickly pulled up the check-in photo he had sent me that day. Through the reflection on a dumbbell, I saw a woman standing next to Allen—her lips painted in the exact same lipstick color. Most of the previous photos had flaws, but I had trusted Allen too much to notice them. Looking at his message under the photo, I let out a cold laugh. "Baby, I have to work overtime today to train a male student." He actually dared to deceive me. Just then, my phone rang. It was the wedding planning company confirming the engagement ceremony setup. I quickly responded with a confirmation. The ceremony would proceed as planned—except I had a special surprise prepared for Allen, one he would never forget.

Bagi Kayla, pernikahan adalah sebuah hal sakral. Meski dia tak mencintai Adit pada awalnya, tapi bersama laki-laki itu kayla menginginkan pernikahan sakinah. meski perjalanan untuk mendapatkan pengakuan Adit tak semudah yang dia bayangkan. "Jangan pernah berharap banyak dari pernikahan ini! karena sampai kapan pun, aku tak mungkin mencintai mu. Bagiku, kau hanya seorang istri dan ibu pengganti." "Mas tak perlu khawatir, aku tahu posisiku di sini. Lagi pula aku melakukan ini hanya untuk Nazwa dan Jovan." Kata-kata yang dilayangkan Adit membuat impan Kayla tentang pernikahan sakinah seakan hancur. Adakah yang lebih menyakitkan dari penolakan itu? Belum sehari mereka menyandang setatus suami istri, tapi Adit sudah lebih dulu mencampakannya

Betrayed and killed by her best friend and mate, Valerie Hawkins, hybrid daughter of the leader of the Night Exiles Vampire clan is given a chance to return back to earth and make things right. Well, that's the Goddess's ordeals not hers. She is fully back for vengeance, but what she doesn't expect is losing everything again, and starting from quite a rough scratch. This time around she is fated mates with her previous mate's brother and she realizes taking revenge means hurting her mate who has been the only person nice to her. What happens when she is left to decide which to forget about, vengeance for her clan or falling in love with the spurned son of the alpha of the Silvercrest pack.

Two souls, forged in suffering, would collide in a dance of darkness and desire, testing the limits of love and redemption. Their paths meet when Asher's sister becomes the target of a predator, and Kaidën sees an opportunity for justice. As they navigate their dark worlds, they must confront the demons that haunt them. Will Asher's desire for protection and Kaidën's quest for vengeance spark a twisted romance, or will their shattered reflections destroy them? *** “You killed my mother.” Asher's voice trembled with fury. Kaidën's smile was cold, almost mirthful. “Who gave your sister to her husband who sold her to pay off his debts.” “I watched you murder her in cold blood!” Asher’s fists clenched around the gun he held pointed at the killer, memories of that night flooding back. Kaidën leaned closer, a sinister smile creeping onto his face. "I remember begging you to look away. But you didn’t. Did you enjoy it, Asher? Watching the woman who shattered your world writhe in agony? Or would you prefer to keep that little secret buried deep? Ah, but don’t answer that. Come, help me gather the pieces of your father's remains. It’s time to tidy up this little mess." Asher’s eyes widened in horror, realization crashing over him like a wave. All this time, he had been unaware that he was not only a witness to his father’s murder, but had watched it unfold until the very end, just like he had done that night when he watched his mother’s murder. Nodding, he picked up the severed hand of his father—the same hand that had beaten and broken him until his skin grew numb to pain. ‘Oh, sweet Emily, if only you could see our father now. How the mighty have fallen.’