Dear Future Self Letter

Alexandrie Gilberta, seorang mahasiswa yang paling disegani oleh kalangan kaum Adam karena keparasan yang dimiliki oleh Lexa dengan body bak gitar spanyol, dan prestasi yang diraih selama menjalani kuliah di kampus dengan nilai yang selalu memnuhi standar c*m laude. Kehidupan yang selama dijalani dengan damai, mulai terusik dengan sosok pria tampan yang merupakan senior di salah satu organisasi yang ditekuni bersama.Richard Marcus Hosea, pria tampan sebagai senior di sebuah organisasi dengan paras wajah bak dewa yunani, dengan wajah datar dan dingin sekaligus banyak mengundang pesona para kaum hawa. kehidupan dengan segala tuntutan oleh orang tua untuk melanjutkan bisnis yang sudah dirintis oleh sang ayah.Bagaimana kisah cinta mereka?

เพราะแม่หมอทักว่าจะมีผู้ใหญ่อุปถัมป์ แต่ใครจะไปคิดว่าจะในรูปแบบของสามี . เพราะผู้จัดการส่วนตัวกลัวจะเกิดอะไรขึ้นกับ ‘ดาด้า’ ดาราสาววัยเบญจเพสที่ในความดูแลของตัวเอง ทำให้หล่อนดึงดันลากเธอมาดูดวง จนโดนแม่หมอทักว่าปีนี้จะมีผู้ใหญ่ที่เป็นเหมือนพ่อคนที่สองเข้ามาดูแล . แต่ใครจะรู้ว่ามันจะรวดเร็วปานสายฟ้า! เพราะพอแม่หมอพูดจบ เธอก็โดนหล่อนโยนถุงยาเคใส่ตักแล้ววิ่งหนี ทำให้ต้องตกเป็นผู้ต้องสงสัยค้ายา จน ‘ฐานทัพ’ นายตำรวจยศใหญ่ยื่นมาเข้ามาช่วยเหลือด้วยการเสนอให้เธอเป็นภรรยาของเขา แลกกับการช่วยเหลือไม่ให้โดนดำเนินคดี(ที่ไม่ได้ก่อ) รวมถึงให้ช่วยเป็นไม้กันหมาให้เขาอีกทาง . และเพราะต้องอยู่ด้วยกันตั้งหกเดือน แถมหน้าที่การงานดันทำให้ได้เจอกันบ่อยๆ อีก แล้วอย่างนี้การแต่งงานเพราะผลประโยชน์ในครั้งนี้ จะจบลงโดยที่ไม่มีความหวั่นไหวในใจเกิดขึ้นเลยจริงๆ เหรอ? . "ฉันไม่อยากเป็นหรอกคุณนายตำรวจอะ ถ้าสามีจะขี้เก๊กซะขนาดนี้"

When an unexpected attack headed by Seraphine Wildfrost's best friend resulted to her mate's death and the destruction of Silvercrest Pack, Seraphine was left utterly devastated. Overwhelmed by the betrayal, hatred, grief and loss of her other half, she was driven to her own demise. But when she awoke, it wasn't the afterlife she saw. The Moon Goddess offered her a chance to alter the future events, to prevent the destruction caused by Maximus' dangerous obsession with her. The only rule she must remember is to never let anyone know she's from the future, or things might get worse if the knowledge fell into the wrong hands. Seraphine set out to devise a plan, recalling the root of the future destruction and trying her best to alter it. It seemed easy at first. Yet, just like what happened most of the time, things didn't go as planned. How will Seraphine cope with the consequences of her decisions? How will she face the man who betrayed her from the future? And how could she have forgotten how utterly annoying her mate and future husband was when they first met, just because he was the perfect husband to her in her future? Seraphine soon realizes that a thorough plan didn't guarantee a smooth sailing.

The silver fur of the rogue slowly vanished, and its four legs turned into a pair of hands and feet. Hair emerged, flowing from the top of its head and cascading down to its chest. The hair was beautiful, a silvery blonde, like a waterfall kissed by sunlight. Scott was stunned as he gazed upon the naked body lying before him. The rogue was... a woman? * Scott hates women. All because at seven, he witnessed his mother cheating with the Beta of Silvercrest, a pack led by his father. Since then, all that’s on Scott’s mind is how to give the best out of him as the Future Alpha. He never has time, nor cares, for love and a mate. However, when his father requires him to have a mate as a condition to become Alpha, he has no choice but to accept the arranged marriage set by his father. Scott thinks everything is settled until a rogue named Ciara comes into his life and claims him as her mate. Can Scott face Ciara, who is so possessive of him? And who Ciara really is? * Throughout her lifetime, Ciara has never known what it feels like to be part of a pack. Until an incident forces her to break into Silvercrest territory and leads her to meet Scott Griffith, the future Alpha who drives her wolf crazy. He wants her... but Scott rejects her. The only thing he wants from her is knowledge of her past. Yet Ciara won’t give it to him if all she gets is expulsion from his side.

All he cares about is power, and she's powerless – he decided that he is far from wanting her. Alice Wood was nothing more than a burden to her pack members. Not that she was just an omega offspring, she ended up being nothing more than a human without any signs leading to that she might have a wolf. Yet, her soul was stronger than anyone else from her pack. The fire in her soul made it even hard for her Alpha to keep her controlled. Since she was born as a human, no one thought even for one second that she might have a mate – including her. Again, life decided on playing one of its own games on the little girl. It ended up that she does not only have a mate, but she's more powerful than any can be...

Life seemed to have an affinity for handing Myla lemons: a messed-up sleep cycle, birth parents she never knew, jealous witches, and the torment of being bullied by the strongest Alpha in the Moon Stone pack. These challenges were all lemons. A string of unfortunate events leads her to live with the most powerful Alpha: a roguish Adonis who would stop at nothing to ensure she stays by his side, even if it means hunting her across New York City. Now, she is caught between two vicious alphas: her moon-chosen mate and the man who would spill blood to keep her safe. Life didn’t get the memo; this isn’t just a lemon—it’s a scented grenade.

A wealthy heiress from Belvoria’s elite circle asked me to be her dead boyfriend’s substitute. My compensation included a 50,000-dollar base salary, plus 8,000 dollars per shared meal and 10,000 dollars per accompanying shopping trip. My hypocritical older sister quickly stopped me from agreeing to this deal. “We come from a respectable family. How can you sell your dignity for such little money?” Yet she later became a rich man's mistress and successfully married into wealth. Meanwhile, I struggled to balance work and studies to pay for my tuition. This hurt my academic performance. After graduation, I could only find a job with a monthly salary of 3,000 dollars. I even developed a tumor from overworking. I eventually died in a cold and impersonal hospital, unable to afford treatment. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the young heiress asked me to be her dead boyfriend’s substitute. This time, I agreed without hesitation. I was determined to take this role.

Bradenton is the center of attraction, center of the limelight and center of wealth. Wala siyang balak na mag-asawa dahil ang focus niya lang ay sa sarili niya at kanyang milyong dolyar na halaga ng kumpanya. Ang tanging kailangan lang niya ay tagapagmana. When he thought of that thing and came up to a certain realization, he decided to buy a woman who will bear his child for a certain price...and nothing more.

Aland Wilson, seorang CEO berusia 30 tahun yang siap menikah, namun tak kunjung mendapatkan kekasih hati. Banyak wanita menolaknya karena sifatnya yang angkuh dan sombong. Elina Johan, Gadis magang di kantor Aland yang berparas imut dan lucu itu sangat beruntung bisa masuk dalam kehidupan Aland. Menaklukkan Aland Wilson adalah hal tergila yang pernah Elina lakukan. Keputusannya untuk jatuh cinta kepada pria angkuh dan sombong itu menjadi sebuah tantangan tersendiri untuknya. Hal yang sama ternyata juga dirasakan oleh Aland, dalam diam dia pun mencintai Elina. Karena keangkuhan dan kesombongannya dia tidak tahu bagaimana caranya memperlakukan Elina sebagai kekasihnya. Mampukah Elina merubah Aland menjadi pria yang romantis, ataukah Elina akan menyerah dengan hubungannya dengan pria yang arogan?

“Desmond,” I breathed out, “don’t.” But he didn't listen to my plea. His lips found my neck, his teeth gently grazing the frantic pulse that betrayed my panic. My skin instantly lit up beneath his mouth, a complete traitor to my mind. When his hand slid lower, tugging at the drawstring of my skirt, a terrifying mix of panic and deep heat crashed together inside me. “Desmond, please. This is wrong.” “Nothing about you has ever been wrong to me,” he growled out against my throat. Clothes instantly fell away as if they had never mattered. My shirt. His shirt. My skirt. The last threads of my will to fight. He settled heavily between my thighs, a burning hot weight. I felt him hard against me, thick and urgently insistent. My breath hitched sharply when the blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance. “Tell me to stop, Ana,” he said, his voice ragged, his eyes desperately locked on mine. “Say the word, and I will immediately.” I opened my mouth to speak. No sound escaped. He pushed in, moving with agonizing slowness, stretching me open inch by painful inch. A broken, strangled sound left my throat as he filled me completely, buried deep to the hilt inside my most intimate space. My inner walls instantly clenched around him, shocked, aching, and intensely alive. He stilled his movement, letting me fully register every powerful throb of him inside me. “Fuck, Ana,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. “You feel completely like mine.” Then, he moved again.