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Mon père est furieux et m'enferme dans la maison de feu, là où sont punis des criminels loups-garous, parce que la fille de l'amour d'enfance de mon père a été accidentellement brûlée. Le Bêta de la meute, mon père, me regarde avec un profond dégoût inscrit sur le visage : « Je n'ai pas une fille aussi cruelle. Tu resteras ici pour réfléchir à ce que tu as fait. » Je le supplie de me pardonner, à voix haute, j'admets ma faute, je le supplie de me laisser sortir. Tout ce que je reçois en retour, c'est son ordre implacable. « À moins qu'elle ne soit morte, personne ne doit la libérer. » La maison de feu se dresse, isolée, à la lisière du territoire. Peu importe combien je crie à l'aide, personne ne m'entend. Il ordonne à l'intendante de programmer la pièce de sorte qu'elle projette des flammes toutes les deux heures. Les brûlures sont atroces, ma régénération de louve-garou ne suffit qu'à me maintenir en vie entre deux sessions. Dix jours plus tard, il se souvient enfin qu'il a une fille et décide de me libérer. Mais ce qu'il ignore, c'est que je suis déjà morte dans cette maison de feu, je ne me réveillerai plus jamais.

Hallo, guys. Siapa bilang anak santri kampungan?? Nggak juga kok, Contohnya ada Aizha. Ya, Aizha, dia adalah seorang santri putri yang tinggal Pondok Pesantren Al-Karimah (pondok pesantren fiktif). Selain menjadi santri Aizha juga merupakan mahasiswi di kampus UMB (kampus fiktif) dan dia juga sangat giat berlatih panahan dengan harapan bisa menjadi atlet panahan di jenjang internasional. Wah, hebatkan kalau jebolan pondok pesantren bisa jadi atlet olahraga di skala internasionalYuk, simak kisah kehidupannya di The Fallen Servants of Allah

"You either fuck him or you will no longer be a ballerina in my company." The director’s words made me freeze for a moment. My throat went dry, my body numb. This wasn’t supposed to be part of the deal. I trained my whole life for the stage, not to be someone’s prostitute. "When?" I asked, tears already forming in my eyes. "TONIGHT." That one word shattered everything inside me. It wasn’t a request, it was an order.

On New Year's Eve, my older brother, Casper Shaw, attempted to expose me as a fraud and announced that Jenny Ford was the real heiress to the family. He pulled out a paternity test result and threw it in my face. "Open your eyes and take a look! Jenny is the Shaw family's real daughter. You're just a fake who has taken Jenny's place for so many years, yet you still have the nerve to sit here and eat New Year's Eve dinner with us!" Then, he pushed Jenny in front of us, revealing a face that looked exactly like my mom, Theresa. Everyone froze. I lunged for the report, but suddenly, a stream of floating comments rolled past above Jenny's head. [Is the female lead finally going back to her rich family and starting a sweet romance with her fake older brother?] [Not yet. Right now, they still think they're siblings. They only get together later, once the misunderstandings are cleared up.] [Am I the only one who feels bad for the female supporting character? She's the biggest victim in the whole book. She takes all the female lead's hatred that should have gone to her fake brother, and she gets treated as the fake heiress and sent to the Ford family to suffer on top of that.] I looked at Jenny's face and compared it to my own—we almost looked like twins. I checked our ID cards again, confirming that our dates of birth were exactly the same. "Seriously? Ever think that you might be the real impostor here who was switched at birth?"

Alexander Carter, un puissant milliardaire, voit sa vie basculer lorsqu’un tragique accident lui arrache sa femme enceinte, Elena. Brisé, il refuse d’accepter que ce drame soit un simple hasard. Convaincu qu’il s’agit d’un meurtre déguisé, il se lance dans une quête de vengeance implacable. Après des mois d’enquête et de doutes, il finit par identifier une famille qu’il soupçonne d’être responsable de la mort d’Elena. Incapable de frapper directement ceux qu’il accuse, il choisit une cible inattendue : une jeune femme innocente, issue de cette famille. Il la kidnappe, persuadé qu’elle détient des réponses… ou qu’elle peut lui servir d’appât pour attirer les coupables. Mais ce qu’Alexander n’avait pas prévu, c’était qu’au fil des jours passés à la retenir captive, un trouble grandissant s’empare de lui. Derrière sa colère et sa soif de vengeance, une autre émotion commence à émerger… une attirance dangereuse, insidieuse, qu’il refuse d’accepter. Tiraillé entre son désir de justice et les sentiments qu’il commence à éprouver pour cette femme qu’il a faite prisonnière, Alexander se retrouve face à un dilemme. Peut-il se permettre d’aimer à nouveau alors que son cœur est consumé par la haine ? Et si la vérité était bien plus complexe qu’il ne l’imaginait ? Dans une atmosphère de tension psychologique et de passion interdite, Vengeance Mortelle est une histoire où la haine et l’amour s’affrontent, et où le plus grand combat d’Alexander ne sera peut-être pas contre ses ennemis… mais contre lui-même.

A little over a month pregnant, I was happily looking forward to my wedding—until my fiance teamed up with my parents and brothers to put me on trial at the Court of Justice. They fabricated charge after charge, hoping to have me executed in the name of the law. If the judge found me guilty, I would be sentenced to death on the spot. Once I was dead, my corneas would be transplanted into my adopted sister, and everything I owned—my assets and insurance—would be claimed by them. Faced with my fiance’s betrayal and my family’s treachery, I fought back. I demanded the judge use the latest medical technology to extract my memories and project them on the big screen, letting the judge and hundreds of public jurors decide my fate. Just as everyone was smugly certain of their victory, the truth revealed by my memories moved the entire courtroom to tears.

“I’m right here, so why are you using a toy? Come, let me satisfy you.” Keenly aware of the blue-collar men around me on the sleeper train, lust bubbled up in me. I was sweating so badly that my lingerie was drenched. I had no choice but to satisfy myself, but someone caught me in the act. An older man pulled my blanket aside and stared lustfully at me.

Tiara Magdalena Friedrich mendapat penolakan terus pada skripsinya dari Bima Wicaksana, dosen pembimbingnya yang terkenal killer. Suatu ketika, Tiara malah terlibat cinta satu malam dengan Bima dan akhirnya dia harus terjebak dengan permainan gila dosennya itu demi mendapatkan acc skripsinya dan lulus tahun ini. Namun, di tengah permainan itu, rupanya Angelina Tan, istri Bima, datang dan berusaha untuk menghancurkan mereka.

Scarlett Whitmore was excited to discover she was pregnant when her perfect life was shattered as she found her mate in bed with her cousin. She threatens to reveal their secret affair but her mate stops her, ripping her child out of her and at the brink of death.Scarlett loses her life but three sister witches from the feared Black Blood Pack find her just in time and revive her with a new face and identity, giving her the chance to seek revenge on those who destroyed her life and unborn pup.Alpha Zane, the cold and cursed leader of the Black Blood Pack, is on a quest to find the one destined to break his pack's curse—a mate with the mark of the goddess. When Scarlett comes into his life, reborn with the mark of the goddess everything changes. Would Scarlett be able to break the curse and get her revenge and can Zane find redemption for himself and his pack before it's too late

Jace Thorne—my childhood crush—crashed a car with me. I walked away fine. He "lost his memory." Plot twist: my dead grandma's soul moved in. "Jace is faking amnesia again to mess with my sweet granddaughter. If I were alive, I'd break his legs myself!" I blinked. Hard. Grandma's voice wouldn't shut up. "In her past life, Demi was miserable. Jace left her to rot while he partied with that Stafford girl. Had a heart attack, and he was lighting birthday candles. Trash!" Then came the kicker: "Your grandpa's letting you pick your fiancé. Don't even think about Jace. Pick Leroy. That boy's actually decent." Right on cue, Grandpa strolled into the hospital with the elder squad, slapped down pics of four legacy heirs, and told me to choose. I didn't even blink. Picked Leroy Leighton—my childhood nemesis turned fiancé. Because yeah, I'm a grandma's girl to the core. If she said Jace Thorne didn't love me, then I was so done.