Classic British

Bagaimana jika kamu tiba tiba masuk ke dalam dunia fantasi yang dipenuhi dengan sihir, monster, dan pria tampan? Begitu lah yang dirasakan oleh Bella! Setelah diputus oleh pacarnya di hari jadi mereka yang ke lima, Bella yang sedang kalut tidak sadar berada di tengah jalan, dan tertabrak truk. Selanjutnya yang ia tau, Bella berada di sebuah ruangan bergaya victorian classic, dan ia sudah berubah menjadi seorang wanita cantik berambut emas dan bola mata berwarna hijau emerald. Ia ternyata memasuki tubuh,Bella Eleanor Gracia, putri pertama dari Duke Gracia, yang sering dijuluki the ghost princess, atau putri hantu karena keberadaannya yang tidak pernah dianggap oleh siapa pun, termasuk ayah ibunya, duke dan duchess Gracia. Bukan karena sebab, Bella Eleanor dianggap memalukan bagi keluarga Gracia, yang terdiri dari keluarga dengan kemampuan sihir yang tinggi. Bella, hingga umurnya sekarang, 17 tahun, hanya bisa menggunakan sihir setara anak kecil. Tapi tentu saja Bella tidak akan menyerah, ia yang sekarang bukanlah Bella Eleanor yang pemalu dan penakut. Walaupun dengan kapasitas sihir yang rendah, ia akan berusaha bertahan hidup!

It all began in Del Mar, a chance meeting with a single rule—one week only. Or did it? Lennox ‘Nox’ Demetri and Alexandria ‘Charli’ Collins had every intention of following their agreement but rules are made to be broken. In CUNNING they are reunited with Nox setting down new rules for the game and Charli having no choice but to follow them. Now, once again, the game has changed. Nox and Charli’s hot sensual encounter has grown into something more but it is threatened with secrets and regrets. Is it their love and intense sexual chemistry that’s pushing them together or something darker, a puppetmaster behind the scenes pulling the strings on their love affair? Shadowy villains lurk around each corner and everyone is suspect as Nox’s and Charli's pasts collide with the present and threaten to compel them back to their predestined fates. Can deals brokered in the past be negated by something as pure as love and as steamy as the attraction shared by Nox and Charli? Or was it all a deception—starting with that very first meeting? From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Aleatha Romig comes a sexy, new dominant hero who knows what he wants and a strong-willed heroine who has plans of her own. With classic Aleatha Romig twists and turns, the depth of this epic romantic suspense continues to reach new levels as past and present intertwine. The Infidelity series will have readers swooning one minute and screaming the next. Have you been Aleatha'd?

I ditched a shot at studying abroad to help my boyfriend, Gavin Censori, launch his startup. Stuck it out with him through seven brutal years. Then boom—success hit, and so did the ghosting. On Valentine's Day, he hit me with the classic "work's crazy" excuse. Instead of showing up, he had some random delivery dude drop off a box of cosmetic samples. Samples. Later that night, his secretary Rebecca popped up on my feed, flexing hard. Caption: [With a boss like this, why go home early?] Pic: A box of high-end makeup. Same brand. Hers weren't samples. I dropped a comment: [You're doing great at your sidechick job. Gold star.] Gavin called instantly, losing it. "What's your problem? She's just an employee! I bust my ass making money for you, and you're always jealous!" I laughed. Didn't even yell. Just dumped him. Seven years, and I'd never touched a dime of his. Joke's on him—his precious startup? Secretly bankrolled by me. Fast-forward three years. Business summit. He rolled in wearing a tailored suit. The second he spotted me with a bag of bottles, his smirk kicked in. "Didn't like those cosmetics I gave you, huh? Now look at you—reduced to bottle collecting?"

The daughter of a powerful high wolf priestess, who was murdered by the Alpha of the Rogues and his harem, was left on the porch of a human couple one stormy night. The High Priestess was killed due to a prophecy stating a child born to a High Priestess and an Alpha will be blessed by the Moon Goddess to become a Celestial Wolf. In a small peaceful town, a young girl named Kiaria is turning 18 under the harvest moon of the Autumn Equinox. Her British and Japanese parents, who are one of the richest people in their town, have invited several friends, business associates and investors to celebrate Mabon with a harvest moon dinner. One of their guests is an Alpha with the name of Io Hemming, one of the most eligible bachelors in the country and a new investor in their business. Little did Kiaria and Io know, they were fated mates. After Kiaria comes of age, her powers begin to grow and one day, when Kiaria was out doing some shopping, she stops a group of well-organized and trained thieves from robbing her father's bank. The Alpha of the Rogues gets wind of this and demands the Council of Wolves honor their agreement. They turn their backs on the Alpha of the Rogues so, the Alpha retaliates and kills most of the elders. The Alpha of the Rogues finally finds out Kiaria is the celestial wolf and orders her death by any means. After several failed attempts to kill Kiaria, the Alpha of the Rogues declares war once again against the wolves. Kiaria and Io lead the wolves to victory however with many obstacles in their path.

In New York’s underbelly, secrets are currency, and spending them can cost your life. Oliver Blaese is a brilliant British hacker with a talent for blackmail and a magnetic pull toward trouble. When a routine job exposes a powerful politician’s murderous secrets, a single power failure leaves Oliver’s identity exposed. Now he’s the target, and desperately in need of a shield. Kirill Nikolaev runs a club built on chrome, loyalty, and very expensive body counts. Russian. Ruthless. Untouchable. He doesn’t babysit reckless hackers, and he definitely doesn’t let chaos move into his penthouse. But the money is good. The job should be easy. Keep Oliver alive. Eliminate the threat. Except Oliver is all sharp smiles and filthy wit, a chaos monkey who presses every button Kir has. Trapped in the same space, hatred mutates into something hotter. Oil and flame. Threats that sound like foreplay. Stares that feel like impact. Kir understands dominance, violence and control. He does not understand why the golden, sharp-tongued hacker makes him question everything he’s ever believed about himself. As danger closes in and a secret affair ignites, obsession begins to twist into devotion. What starts as hate-fueled heat becomes a dark romance built on chosen loyalty. In a landscape built on secrets and body counts, love isn’t tender. It’s territorial. It’s volatile. And it demands blood in return.

The world snapped back into focus, the memories of my brutal end crashing into the present. I was back—right here, right now, the exact moment Jarrold Jameson was trying to hand me that obscenely expensive purse. In my past life, he'd had a nasty fight with his precious Cindy Mayford. To make her jealous, he decided to use me as his pawn. I'd been stupid enough to love him once, but my pride had revolted. I'd refused to be a stand-in. It didn't matter. He kept engineering "accidental" run-ins, crafting one public misunderstanding after another, all to get a reaction from Cindy. I had done nothing wrong. I gained nothing. But I became Cindy's enemy. Her jealousy festered until it turned lethal. She had me kidnapped. The men she hired left my body shattered and broken. And Jarrold? He held his sobbing darling close and whispered those unforgettable words, "She got what she deserved." In the end, they stepped right over what was left of me and walked off into their picture-perfect life. Now, staring into his smug face, a cold clarity settled over me. This time, everything would be different. I snatched the handbag from his grasp. "A present for me?" I asked, my voice sweet, a sharp, calculated smile on my lips. "I love it. But just so you know, for next time… I've always preferred the classic design from her family's brand. That's the one you should be buying me."

The novel is mainly about the forgotten British poet/writer named C. J Richards who lived in Burma/Myanmar in colonial times and he believed himself as a Burmophile. He served as I.C.S (Indian Civil Servant) and when he retired from I.C.S service, he was a D.C (District Commissioner) and he left for England a year before Burma gained its independence in 1948. He came to Burma in 1920 to work in civil service after passing the hardest I.C.S examination. He wrote several books on Burma and contributed many monthly articles to Guardian Magazine published in Burma from 1953 to 1974 or 1975. Though he wrote several books which had much literary merit to both communities, Britain and Burma (Myanmar), people failed to recognize him. The story has two parts: one part is set in the contemporary Yangon (then called Rangoon) in 2016 context and a young literary enthusiast named “Lin” found out unexpectedly the forgotten writer’s poetry book and there is surely a good deal of time gap that led him into a quest to know more about the author’s life. The setting is quite different comparing to colonial Burma and independence Myanmar (Burma), early twentieth century and 2016 which is a transitional period in Myanmar. The writer’s life is fictionalized in the novel and most of the facts are taken from his personal stories and other reference books. It is a kind of historical novel with a twist and it has comparatively constructed the two different periods in Myanmar history to convince readers, locally and abroad more about history, authorship, humanity, colonialism, and transitional development in Myanmar today.

Your typical rejection classic plot, but make it at school and in front of everybody! The queen bee and senior year's school president started their last school year with a blast of a gossip! But Sophia is not having it, she will not let him have it his way! - Blurb - "I, Jacob Carter of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Sophia Addison of the Crescent Moon Pack as my Luna-to-be." He announced with his full voice. I can hear loud gasps and whispers throughout the place. They cannot believe that their goody two shoes of a senior year president is making this claim in front of everybody. What goody two shoes? More like a two faced jerk! I cannot believe they failed to see his facade all these years! "Sophia Addison, your answer?" He spat. I can feel the people's anticipation and even saw his dad's hands on his face and massaging his head, while his Luna comforted him and glared at Jacob's back. "I, Sophia Addison of the Crescent Moon Pack, deny your rejection Jacob Carter." I smiled triumphantly at him and he just glared at me. I looked away and turned my back at him, ready to go to where my family are but as I was about to take a step he grabbed my arm. He wants to say something, I can feel it through our stupid special bond or maybe it was Luke but before he can breathe a word, my family jumped in front of me with my mother by my side, the twins in front of us, shielding us and dad at the forefront.

I died five years ago. Now my husband, the Don of our Mafia family, wants me to take the fall for his sister again—this time for accidentally killing a British noble's heir during an arms deal. He's holding a fake confession letter with my forged signature, storming into my old apartment in the rust district, only to find it empty. Frustrated, he grabs the corner store owner downstairs, demanding to know where I am. The owner pauses, wiping his hands on his apron, calmly tells him: "Serafine? She died five years ago." "Heard it was retaliation from a rival family during the gang war. They ambushed her in an alley... shot her over a dozen times. She died immediately." My husband, Lucien, refuses to believe it. Convinced the owner is on my payroll, hiding me to help me escape his reach. He scoffs, his eyes filled with scorn: "Oh, so what? Because I called her out for messing up that last job, now she's throwing a tantrum?" "You tell her, if she doesn't come back and take the fall in three days, I'll revoke her grandmother's 'special family protection'! Let the old woman rot!" With that, he storms out, his rage still simmering. The owner watches him leave and sighs, shaking his head. "There's no grandmother left to protect... That woman passed away not long after Serafine did... couldn't survive the winter without our family's medical supplies and protection..."

The Moretti Family's Thanksgiving party was in full swing downstairs—crystal clinks, fake laughs, classic mafia gloss. Meanwhile, I was curled up in a servant's room on the third floor. Jackson Moretti's wife. Legally, anyway. My hands were ice. I gripped the ultrasound report like it could anchor me. Three heartbeats. Strong, steady. It was supposed to be a surprise—his big Thanksgiving gift. To the outside world, Jackson was a polished Stanford grad, running a top-tier consulting firm in San Francisco. But behind the scenes? He ran the Moretti empire—cold, calculated, pulling strings in the West Coast's darkest corners. Three years of marriage and we barely spoke, but I still clung to the hope that maybe... maybe there was something real left. Then I heard him downstairs. "You really not letting your wife come down?" "Isabella?" He laughed. "She'd kill the vibe." Another voice chimed in. "Lina's back, right? Wild you married her twin. Which one do you actually like?" Jackson didn't miss a beat. "Isabella's just a stand-in. Quiet. Predictable. I could tell her to drop dead and she'd say 'okay.'" "So when are you ditching her?" "Dunno. She thinks she matters. I'm just playing her." I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob. A minute later, I was heading downstairs, numb. I brushed my fingers over my belly. "Sorry, babies," I whispered. Triplets. His. He thought I was blind. Weak. Stuck. What he didn't know? A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down.