Dog Man Art Book

Gina and I were just ordinary werewolves in the Silver Claw Pack. Our incomes were modest, but we married well. Her mate was the captain of the Silver Claw Pack patrol unit. Mine, the fire squad leader. They grew up together—childhood friends—and were the youngest golden duo in the Werewolf Alliance. On the day we married, our mates each bought us a luxury high-rise apartment on the top floor of the central castle, side by side, with the promise of sharing life and death together. That is, until that fateful night. Rogues broke into the central zone. Chaos reached even the upper levels of our building. The tower caught fire. Amidst the thick smoke, I sent a desperate mind-link to my mate. He blocked it. Turns out, both our mates were busy shielding their shared first love, Lifu. They ignored our calls for help. Gina dragged me as we ran. She was six months pregnant; her pup was already kicking from the panic. Her mate never showed up either. We made it to the stairwell, where we were trapped for five hours. Toxic fumes filled our lungs. I went into labor too early. My pup didn't make it. Gina bled for three days in the hospital. Her pup was gone too. Meanwhile, our mates were digging through the wreckage—twenty-four hours straight—searching for Lifu's lost dog. That was it. Right then and there, Gina and I looked at each other and knew. We were done.

Wealth. Power. Freedom. Arcelli Giselle "Silver" Cregencia has everything anyone could ever dream of. From businesswoman to model to actress, she excelled. But there's someone she also wanted to get. That is Hadeon Vittori— billionaire. She has no romantic or sexual interest in him. She wanted him because she heard he was popular with supermodels and actresses, including Allison Klare Beltran, who had previously stolen her ex-boyfriend. The presence of Hadeon by her side causes people to weep and be jealous of her. She claimed that they are already engaged, despite not even knowing each other personally, so that someone would reveal their relationship to the public, and then she will dump him after that. That is it. However, Hadeon didn't deny her claim. Instead, he asked her to act not only as his fiancee but his wife to hide his relationship with her lover, Dr. Lindsay Almojera, from his parent, who strongly disapproves of their relationship. As the actress who started the game, will she continue to play along with it?

***Arielle*** ‎He shattered my innocence. He introduced me to his world of danger and desire. He consumed every part of me. ‎ ‎But I saw the deepest parts of him—the parts he never showed to the world, and my defenses crumbled. ‎ ‎We were never meant for each other. A forbidden attraction, that's what it was. My family feared his influence would destroy me. But I didn't care. ‎ ‎And even when the lines between family, politics, and mafia clans blur, I'd still choose him over and over again. ‎ ‎He is Gabriel Flynn. ‎Also known as Luciano Russo. ‎ ‎***Gabriel*** ‎I was given a task by my grandfather—to watch Arielle, to protect her. I took on the task, which soon became a hobby. The hobby turned into an obsession, and eventually, a day can't go by without me stalking my precious innocent Arielle. ‎

The King of the West, Lord of the Shadow Sect, and God of War—Howard Lincoln! Five years ago, Howard's adoptive father and his entire family were killed. Narrowly escaping from death, Harold was saved by Tania Jenkins. After that, he was taken away by a mysterious man and entered the military camp by chance. Five years later, a text message brought the God of War from the blood-soaked battlefield to the mundane world, and only then did Howard realize he had a daughter. Since then, the skillful warrior turned into a doting father, protecting his family, fighting other influential families, battling fiercely, and paying back both the good and the harm.

He opened the box and read the letter inside. It said: I married you to fulfill my dreams, but little did I know that you would become the man of my dreams, Alessandro. Fate has its ways of weaving two people together and separating them as well. I just wanted to say, thank you, for everything. And sorry. Sorry that I couldn't gain your trust. Sorry that the only thing that you experience when you see my face is, quoting you, pain, betrayal, and regret. But you can stay happy now since this is where our journey ends. Lastly, a confession, every touch, and every kiss meant something to me… With affection, Your Tesoro. As the letter slipped from between his fingers and flew down the sky-high building, he laughed, hysterically, knowing that this was the end of their marriage. Amber Williams, an ambitious twenty-three-year-old woman with dreams of establishing an art gallery spins herself in a web of secrets, drama, and lies when she agrees to a contracted marriage with the cold-hearted mafia boss, Alessandro Bianchi. Will she melt his cold heart with her fire? Or will the flames burn them both?

Nilam, seorang ART yang belum lama bekerja di rumah majikannya yang kaya raya. Suatu hari, ketika ia sedang menggendong anak majikannya yang baru lahir, tubuhnya terlonjak kaget ketika mendengar permintaan dari majikannya. "Aku bayar satu miliar!" ucap majikan wanitanya yang merupakan seorang model. "Kamu tahu sendiri kondisi anakku? Mana mungkin aku membawa anak yang cacat dan penyakitan, tolonglah Nilam." Apakah Nilam akan menerima, atau menolak permintaan tersebut?

Kematian Ning, Asisten Rumah Tanggaku menyisakan seribu pertanyaan yang tak mampu kutepis dari dalam benak ini. Meskipun pihak kepolisian telah menyatakan Ning positif bunuh diri dan tak ada satu pihak pun yang dinyatakan bersalah atas bunuh dirinya, tetapi aku berkeyakinan lain. Ada seseorang yang berkeinginan kuat menjebak Ning untuk melakukan bunuh diri. Tapi siapa dia? Dan untuk apa?

Adwith a cold-hearted CEO to the whole world. He is only soft and Loveable to his sister. The one who makes everyone plead in front of him on their knees can run behind his sister to feed her. The one who can make everyone beg for mercy can say sorry to his sister. He loves her too much. We can say she is his life. Aanya the girl who was pampered by her brother to the core where he can even bring anything on this earth within 5 minutes after she asked for it. She was a princess to him. In Front of him, she was crazy and still behaves like a kid whereas, to the outer world, she is a Xerox copy of Ishaan. Cold-hearted and reserved. She never mingles with anyone much. She doesn't have many best friends except for one girl. For her, the first priority is her brother. He is her best friend, father, mother, and caretaker. He is a guardian angel to her. What made Adwith hate his sister? Will they both patch up again? To know, come and read my story.

Sara's legs straddling Austin's lap, their lips clashed in a fierce, passionate kiss. The sound of their lips meeting was like a spark, igniting a flame that threatened to consume them. "Mmm," Sara murmured, her lips vibrating against Austin's. "I hate you," Austin growled, his hands grasping her hips, pulling her closer. His fingers dug into her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Sara's hands were just as busy, her fingers tracing the lines of Austin's face, her thumbs brushing against his lips. "I hate you too," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their kissing. Their lips parted for a moment, and Austin's tongue darted out, tracing the curve of Sara's lower lip. She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Sara's hands began to roam, her fingers tracing the contours of Austin's chest. She reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. As she exposed his chest, Austin's eyes locked onto hers, a warning flashing in their depths. "You'll hate me tomorrow," he said, his voice low and rough. Sara's eyes flashed with defiance, her hands continuing to explore Austin's chest. "We don't like each other anyway," she said, her voice husky with desire.

A love life so bland she compared it to cream of wheat. When she thought it couldn't get worse, she died? She woke up in what she thought was heaven, but Saint Peter was nowhere to be found. Can this new world turn her bowl of cream of wheat into an Ice Cream Sundae? Or she was destined to become a lonely old cat lady.