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BLURB:I had hate in my heart when I died. The Moon Goddess herself linked me to a guy who was meant to adore me, but he betrayed me. I was alive and complete five years ago when I opened my eyes once again. I vowed that this time would be different. My so-called fated mate, Darius Blackthorn, would never be allowed to come near me close enough to ruin me once again. Before he could attack, I would forge my own route, guard my heart, and discover the truth about his treachery. However, it seems that destiny is difficult to change. Killian Draven comes in. Perilous, enraged, and all too alluring, he makes me an offer: if I act like his mate, he would shield me from Darius. I shouldn't play that game since it would only lead to heartache. But the longer I'm in Killian's embrace, the more I question if my fate isn't bound to him. Darius then comes after me and says I've been duped and that the betrayal I believed I saw wasn't what it seemed to be. He is battling not just for me but also for our pack's future. And I am really shaken by the facts he exposes. Because if Darius wasn't the one who betrayed me, then who was it? And why does it seem like I could lose more than my heart in this second chance?

Dante "The Bull" De Luca, The ruthless Mafia boss, has made a name for himself for being merciless and cold-blooded, he has one rule: never fall in love. But when he is coerced to marry Emily, the beautiful and intelligent daughter of a rival family to secure a fragile truce, he begins to questions the existence of that single rule which has given him the reputation he has of being nothing less than ruthless and brutal. Emily is used by her father as a bargaining chip to cool down the hatred their families have groomed for many years that threatens to destroy them. Emily, determined to survive in a world of drugs, lies, and murders, she must learn to adapt quickly as the wife of one of the most dangerous men in Chicago as the risks that come with such position are severe. As she draws closer to Dante, she slowly begins to realize that the monster she married may not be as evil as the mafia world paints him to be. Will their love be the cure to a years old family disease of hate and strife, or will it spark a war that destroys everything?"

Namaku Maurinne Annatasya. Aku baru memasuki kuliah di salah satu Universitas ternama di Jakarta, Universitas Indonesia (UI). Semenjak aku menjalani mospek, hidupku berubah menjadi tidak tentram setelah aku bertemu dengan senior yang digemari para wanita kampus, pintar, cool, tampan tapi anehnya minta ampun namanya Kenan. Dan tak hanya Kenan yang menghiasi hari-hariku tapi Bima (Sepupu Kenan) juga ikut menghiasi hari-hariku. Hingga tanpa ku sadari, aku mulai merasakan perasaan yang aku tidak mengerti, perasaan yang selalu membuatku bertanya-tanya. Munculnya perasaan ini cukup menyakitkan buatku karena disaat aku mencoba untuk membuka hatiku yang sudah lama ku tutup rapat untuk laki-laki, Kenan berubah menjadi sosok yang dingin dan selalu menjauhiku. Berubahnya sosok Kenan membuatku bingung dan bertanya-tanya. Kira-kira berubahnya sosok Kenan ini apakah karena Bima atau ada hal lain??

Husien Sastrowijaya, itulah namaku. Aku terpaksa pura-pura miskin dengan berpura-pura menjadi sopir pribadi ayahku karena ayah dan ibuku ingin aku memberi cucu yaitu anak biologis dariku. Apalah dayaku jika aku seorang pewaris tunggal perusahaan dan harus melanjutkan sebuah usaha ayah yang telah dibangunnya dari nol hingga maju pesat seperti sekarang ini, tapi aku juga tak ingin menikahi seorang wanita yang hanya menggerogoti hartaku saja. Aku ingin wanita yang benar-benar mencintai aku dari hati dan karena Allah bukan karena sebuah ambisi untuk memiliki hartaku seperti sederet mantan kekasihku dulu dan bukan pula memandangku dari fisikku yang cool dan sedikit ganteng, bisa di bilang begitu sih!" **** Kisah ini adalah kisah romantis Tuan muda dengan seorang asisten rumah tangga. Bikin kamu baper dan tersenyum sendiri.

In the centre of the world of riches, guns and illegality. Stood a beautiful man with temperament as cool as sea and anger as violent as a tsunami. Eyes as deadly as an eagle and stare ,scary enough to bring half of this world down on its knees. Born with a silver spoon and the next heir to the network of the biggest mafia's in the world was he, Vincenzo Giordano Accardi .......................................................... Surrounded by country side waste and petty thieves. With pockets empty but heart loaded. Stood a poor girl with an average face. Heir to her father's debts and a mere room in the slums at the outskirts of the city. With a smile on those chapped lips and hope in those big brown eyes was she, Amara Luca ...................................................... He had 3 simple rules which she broke one by one . Rule 1 To love family before everything Rule 2 To reward deception with death. Rule 3 To never fall in love ......................................................... "He was the king of the underworld while she was a mere player in it, But then rules are meant to be broken when hearts overweight brains and deception plays its game." ...............................................

You shouldn’t be here, Fiona,” his deep voice rasped against her ear, his hand still pressed against the wall behind her. “Then tell me to leave,” she whispered, her lips trembling inches from his. He didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. And in that moment, she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Fiona Harry has lived her whole life in a golden cage of wealth, reputation, and suffocating rules. University was supposed to be her escape, her first taste of freedom. But nothing could prepare her for the moment she came face-to-face with Professor Jalen Hart, her father’s best friend. One reckless night changes everything. A drunken mistake turns into an irresistible obsession, pulling her deeper into Jalen’s forbidden world. But secrets don’t stay hidden forever. Between Jude, her possessive friend who knows too much, Marian, Jalen’s wicked wife, and the dangerous power of desire, Fiona is about to risk not only hers and her family’s reputation but her entire future. And what happens when the truth comes out especially to Marian?

"What's your problem?" Morgana asked, frustrated. "You don't get it. You're like the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I seriously can't let you go. I mean it." Drake replied, his eyes scanning everything that would be his to explore after she says 'YES'. "You're being creepy, you know. Want us to get violent? Cuz I'm all for it." She wasn't loosing her cool now. Drake just chuckled at that. "You know there's a way to solve this." He said. She rolled her eyes, but he took it as a clue to move on. "Let me kiss you." "What!" "I'm serious. If you surrender yourself to me for five minutes and you don't feel like you want more of me, I will get off your back." He said, faking a serious expression. "You're crazy." "You're curious." "Shut up!" "Try it. The best way to get rid of me. Cool deal." He coarsed. After a few minutes of contemplating, she finally agreed, folding her arms across her chest and closing her eyes. How cute, he thought staring at her. "If you disturb me after this, then you're dead." She said, wondering why he hasn't gotten the clue that she's ready. ........... One minute..... Two...... Three....... Four..... five..... "Why did you stop?" Eyes misty and breath ragged, Morgana's gaze continued to hold his own. His smirk made her realized what had just transpired. Damn it! "Baby, five minutes are over. It's up to you now. Should I continue?" He asked, his hands still playing a few magic to keep her in mood. "There are so many stuff we would explore together. Believe me baby, you're gonna enjoy them." He added, seeing how she was about to get herself together. "You asshole!" She cursed. "What did I do?" "Go on." "Hmm?" "Kiss me." She glared at him, but reached for his lips this time. The damn CEO is a good kisser and this cat couldn't resist the temptation.

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.

In my third month of employment, I realized that my colleagues were calling me an old geezer behind my back. This nickname came from Wanda Stewart’s arrogant and ambitious assistant. I had hit the age of 32, but was still clinging onto the last vestiges of hope of marriage after eight long years of our relationship. I asked Wanda, “Do you know that your subordinates call me an old geezer?” She said without batting an eyelid, “That’s just the way Samuel is. He’s just a straight-talker and he’s just kidding. You’re already 32, are you seriously fussing about this?” She then chuckled, “You two are really alike.” My heart turned cold. Turns out that eight years of my youth were nothing but a joke to her. I turned to leave, resigning from my post and blocking her. Yet, the woman who was always so calm and cool started panicking. “Jansen Graham, please come back to me.”

Acepté cambiarme de escuela junto a mi amiga de la infancia, a quien acosaban constantemente, pero ella se retractó el último día. —No puedo creer que fingieras que te acosaban todo este tiempo solo para deshacerte de Harry —se burló su amiga—. Es tu amigo de la infancia. ¿En serio vas a dejar que se vaya solo a otra escuela? —Es solo otra preparatoria en esta ciudad. ¿Qué tan lejos podría estar? —dijo Lena sin ganas—. Ya me harté de que siempre esté cerca de mí. Solo quería distanciarme de él. Me quedé parado frente a la puerta un largo rato ese día, antes de decidir darme la vuelta e irme. Sin embargo, en la solicitud de transferencia, en lugar de escribir Preparatoria Haleswood, anoté el nombre de la escuela a la que mis padres querían que asistiera, la cual estaba en el extranjero. Parecía que todos habían olvidado que, desde el primer momento, Lena y yo pertenecíamos a mundos totalmente distintos.