Dear Self

Seeing nothing but the bare self of a girl in his kitchen, his thought suddenly went blank, even her grumbling stomach couldn’t get to him. A strange nude girl in his kitchen was something he hadn’t thought he would see in the next hundred years. She was weird, her long unraveled reddish brown hair was covering her face. Her body held, different old and new scars . And when she lift her eyes to look at him. The eyes was something he hasn’t seen before burning in flames. And a mixture of gold and blue. In a flash it swipe to deep sea blue eyes. The mop stick he held fell from his hands, leaving his mouth ajar. “Who are you?” He thought a thief had sneak in here, probably a food thief in his kitchen, but he ended up seeing something else. And she blinked her long and full lashes at him. Innocently. “Who the hell, are you?” He asked, his eyes running up and down her naked body again. He gulped down an invisible lump on his throat. What’s he gonna do? Her stomach growls. And she whined, giving him pleading eyes. He suddenly felt his knee went weak. “What are you doing here?” Was this some kind of nightmare, or what the hell was it?

"I...don't... I don't... remember anything...." I stammered as I gripped my head, the throbbing pain in my head was already getting worse. "I don't even remember my name." Tears slid down my dirt stained face, the pain from the headache and the fear of my situation only made it more difficult to stop crying. "Hey!" His soft, yet hard eyes locked with mine as he touched my shoulder gently. "I am here for you." His words was oddly reassuringly, even if I don't know who he is, I felt comfortable in his presence. An ambitious werewolf gathers an army of forbidden soldiers, werewolves and vampires together in one force against the human race, he wishes to dominate politically and socially, annihilating the weaker race (Humans). Now one step is left for him, he must mate with the last surviving Lycan, the only surviving daughter of the most influential family known as Golden Corporation, the political and economical gods on the earth. The incident on one fateful night results in Natasha loosing her memories. Faced with an opportunity of controlling the last possible Lycan alive, he fabricate lies on who killed her parents and convinced her to join his course. Groomed into a merciless killer by the man that killed her parents and brainwashed into agreeing to become his mate for what he calls the "greater good.", Natasha Nightshade becomes a shadow of herself, lost in a labyrinth of self discovery, tormented by nightmares that seemed to be memories of her past, and now the Luna of a powerful and ruthless Werewolf kingdom, she stumbles upon a prisoner, brought in to be executed, a man that looked like the light at the end of her dark tunnel and somehow seems oddly familiar.

"I Love You But I Hate You More" Life has a way of giving second chances, but not all love stories are meant to be rewritten. When Rena and Yoké are given the opportunity to rekindle their once-passionate relationship, they must confront the harsh reality of their differences. Worlds apart in class, race, and background, their love is put to the ultimate test. As they navigate a storm of emotions, old wounds, and family expectations, Rena and Yoké must decide if they can truly overcome the barriers that divide them. Love may transcend all, they say, but what happens when the price of that love is losing everything you hold dear? In a world where loyalty to family clashes with the heart’s desires, the ultimate question remains: stay true to each other, or sacrifice their love for the sake of everything else? ★Comes after 'Till Worlds Do Us Part'

When you find yourself paired up with the school's infamous badboy for a class project that has the power to crush or elevate your grades, will you whine and make a request to be unpaired from him? Or will you swallow your fear and work with him despite the odds? Well, Alicia Smith chose to whine and make a request to be unpaired from Luke Evans, her nemesis and the infamous badboy of Riverdale High, but after an outright non-partiality declaration by the project teacher, Alicia finds herself with no other option than to work with him. Tensions will rise, but feelings will also be caught. Especially when Alicia begins to unravel the facade that Luke is putting on to hide his true self and feelings from everyone else.

❝Find what you love, and let it kill you.❞ —* November Starkey is the country's sweetheart. A popular model at the age of nineteen, she is loved and admired by millions. She enjoys the attention until she attracts two Kings who make her life a living nightmare. King Sin and King Rome. One is known to be cold and detached, carrying the power of a thousand men. While the other is the Lycan King, known to be ruthless, daring and charming. These Kings feel nothing but repugnance for each other. And they both want November Starkey. Torn between two powerful Kings, November discovers her true self, and soon, she realizes that she is the Queen of a realm that exists between heaven and hell, harboring all kinds of supernatural beings. But a Queen needs a King. Which King will the Maiden choose? Unfolding in a steamy, paranormal romance, the story of these three lovers is turbulent, complex, and unpredictable till the very end.

A college love story isn't always about roses, perfumes, fiery smooches, parties, and an happy-ever-after ending. At least, not in this situation.Gunshots, brain wrenching pain, hospitals, kidnaps, more gunfire, bright red galling blood and foul repulsive murders are what this love tale entails. And you just might want to reconsider fantasizing your self being wealthy or working towards it, for that just might be the inception of your termination like it was for Harvey Rhett, his beloved, orphans and the businessman, too. But all this didn't just pop out of nowhere, it begun thus...

“You were supposed to be his mate” she smiled wickedly as she slowly removed my hands from Lucas' robe. "And this happened. So, Lady Scarlett, what is meant to happen, will happen, at the right time and at the right place" she let out as she stylishly removed a strand of hair dangling on my face. "Accept it, dear, and sorry for your loss, Scarlett." she ended with her cunning smile. Scarlett, the next leader of the blood shadow pack took Love too seriously, that's she gave up the Alpha position and even ran away from the marriage for Lucas, who later cheated on her and betrayed her. As a result, she died in pain. But was reborn to avenge her death. Would she be able to change her fate this time?

I don't expect to be reunited with Reyn Aldric, the heir of Frostfang Clan, at a banquet to celebrate his ascendance. I also don't expect him to throw me out heartlessly. As I walk along a deserted street, my mind replays Reyn's mocking words. "You abandoned me for money and status, Ms. Valtara. Do you regret your actions now that I've become an heir? Throw this materialistic gold digger out! I don't want to see her anywhere near me!" And so, I'm thrown out of the banquet hall just like that. I fall to the floor. It's been five years. I didn't think he would still hate me so. Then again, it makes sense. Who wouldn't hate someone who left them when they were on the brink of death? But my dear Reyn isn't dead. He's alive and well; he can even get mad at me without worrying about it affecting his health. I'm about to die, though. I don't even deserve to be emotional. Why? Because my Heart of the Wolfkin beats in Reyn's body.

Being the daughter of a mafia, Grusha Aslanov didn't lead the typical luxury, spoiled life. Not when she was accused of her mother's death which made her hate herself more than her family did. She lived with the worst emotion one could ever have. Regret. She regretted her birth. She was not satisfied with the mental damage her mother's death caused as she thought she deserved a worse punishment. That is why she didn't even protest when her brother and father abused her every day and night until her body went numb because she thought she deserved it. She had no feelings, no emotions, nothing. She was a numb body with scars on her that each contained a tragic tale. She was a living death until the devil takes interest in unfolding her every story. Mature content warning!!! Triger warnings: physical abuse, mention of blood, mention of self harming, torture!!!

Because I had a face that screamed 'pick-me girl', I became the target of my mother's deepest hatred. She claimed that just seeing me made her sick, bringing back memories of my father's affair. In retaliation, she channeled all her affection into helping a child from a poor village, praising her for being kind and genuine while insisting she loved her hundreds of times more than she ever loved me. But then that same girl went behind my back and seduced my boyfriend, and my mother reacted by hitting me across the face repeatedly. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman!" Yet when I fell gravely ill with cancer, she was beside herself with grief, begging for forgiveness while praying earnestly. "How could I not love you, my dear? I've made such terrible mistakes…"