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A night i will never forget... Becca Summer was prepared for a bright future, until a night party and an unknown man ruined everything. As the notorious Alpha of the Moon Shine Pack, Christos Fernandez has everything he wanted. Except the mysterious girl of seven years ago. He is determined to keep searching for her no matter the cost, but his new Head of Design and the mother of two is a distraction from his goal. Will he get to know they are one and the same person?

Apa kau tahu cerita Lovecraftian? Bercerita tentang keberadaan di luar akal manusia. Azathot, Nyarlathotep, Daolot... Ya! ini cerita seperti itu. Pada dasarnya, MC cukup sial menjadi target salah satu dari mereka, dan tidak di biarkan "mati" sekalipun; dipermainkan. #Novel pertama saya, kalo ada kesalahan penulisan, plot rumit, susah dipahami, tulung di kasi tahu. Ya! Tidak ada paksaan, sy gk bisa jg.

A doomsday blizzard hit just before Christmas. The zombie virus exploded. Our fortress was a top-tier ski resort. Now, it was about to fall. My husband, Ethan, was a former Navy SEAL. Our head of security. He swore his defense system was foolproof. The blizzard knocked out the power. But he’d sent all the backup generator fuel to the summit. Just to light up a Christmas tree for Chloe. He even had a few guards up there with them, throwing a party. In my last life, I fought him. I herded everyone into the last bunker. But Chloe whined. A crowded Christmas was boring, she said. She stormed out of the safe room and ran right into the jaws of the horde. Ethan carved a path through the horde to secure the walls. Then he sat in silence, cradling Chloe’s bones. He pretended he wanted to start over with me. He let me get pregnant with his child. The day I gave birth, he knocked me unconscious and dumped me into a nearby zombie nest. He always rescued me just before I died. He’d inject me with a serum that kept me from turning. Nineteen times, he threw me to the zombies. I died in agony as they tore the flesh from my bones. "If you hadn't sabotaged my defenses," he’d hissed, "if you hadn't crashed our party and led the horde right to us, Chloe would still be alive!" I opened my eyes. I was back. Christmas Eve.

Johnny St. Jacks is a billionaire and a ladies man. However he doesn't let anyone get too close. Wyatt, his new house manager despises him. They couldn't be more wrong for one another. Yet they somehow find themselves wrapped up in each other's hearts.

Wayne Anderson is a highly successful man. A billionaire. A business tycoon. But there was one stain in his story - he was once married and his wife cheated on him. They divorced and it was a messy affair. It has been a few years since that happened and Wayne has been putting all his focus on his empire. That is, until he meets Andrea Payne. She seems ordinarily clumsy but she has this air of confidence about her as she kept proposing business ventures one after another to him.

Born of Beta and witch, Aurora lives a life of cruelty for not being the Beta her father wanted her to be. When the Worthy Wars takes place. She is thrown in the mix. Only to be protected by her 'unknown' fated mated, Liam the future Alpha King. Liam's POV "I want to touch you", Zeus slipped passed me. "And I want to play a game", she taunted, stepping out of my grasp. Zeus whimpered at the loss of contact, giving me a distraction to wrangle full control back from him. "I like a good game", I smirked, raising an eyebrow at her. She stepped back into my reach. She placed both of her hands on my chest, sending sparks into my heart. I placed my hands on her waist, pulling her closer. Her breasts were pushed against my abdomen. "You can touch me, if you can catch me", her voice was low, nervous. "You want to play a game of cat and mouse? With the fastest wolf in the country?", I smirked. "You are drunk, princess. That wouldn't be a fair game. But that's the point, isn't it?", excitement bubbled in my chest, as the pieces began to fall into place.

Julian Silas is a man living as a shadow. After the suspicious death of his father, a legendary royal jeweler, Julian’s treacherous stepfather seized the family’s prestigious workshop, forcing Julian into a life of clandestine labor. While his stepbrothers parade around high society in Julian’s designs, Julian remains locked in the cellar forge, known to the world only as a common servant. His only connection to his true identity is a pair of heirloom cufflinks—exquisite silver swans bearing the "Cigna," a secret mark used by his ancestors to authenticate their greatest works. Across the capital, Queen Althea is fighting a war of her own. Her advisors are pressuring her to enter a loveless political alliance to stabilize the crown. Defiant, she hosts a grand masquerade, declaring that she will choose a consort based on character, not a pedigree curated by the council. When Julian arrives at the ball in a suit of his own tailoring, he and Althea share a night of genuine connection, discussing the beauty of creation and the weight of duty. But as the clock strikes midnight, a palace security breach forces Julian to flee. In his haste to scale the garden wall, one of his Cigna cufflinks is torn from his sleeve and falls into the dewy grass. The Queen finds the token, but rather than sending her guards to find a man who "fits the suit," she turns to her greatest strength: her intellect. She recognizes that the "Cigna" isn't just an ornament—it’s a Coded Sign.

After five long years of dating, Winona Shaw finally said yes. I was elated, like a scavenger who'd struck gold. I put everything I had into the engagement party, but out of the blue, Winona embraced Claude Landton instead. She even tried to frame me and boot me to jail. I canceled the party and called the cops instead. That made Winona mad, and Claude started panicking. Icily, I said, "Now, calm down. We have a lot of trials to go through. See you in court."

After joining the nation's top research lab as a sophomore, everyone assumes I've taken shortcuts to get there. Mom throws away the handmade gift I had spent days crafting and says with disdain, "I don't have a daughter who's this shameless." Andreas Fitzgerald, my fiance, doesn't hold back, either. He warns coldly, "Remember your place as Mrs. Fitzgerald." Later, when my younger sister, Elaine Wilde, destroys my left hand, they all pressure me to drop the matter. I wake up in the hospital, pain crawling up my arm, and I know exactly what I have to do. Without hesitation, I dial my mentor, George Landon's, number. "I'm ready to join the classified national rocket program."

I found out I was pregnant in the middle of a fight with my husband. How should I tell him without embarrassing myself too much? I decided to ask the Internet, and the netizens gave me a ton of advice based on their years of experience reading novels. One, run away with your unborn baby. Two, pretend to gag over lunch. Three, put his number into the abortion registration form… When he came to me in a frenzy, I belatedly realized, ‘Crap, I think I went too far!’