Novel & Cerita Explains

Have you ever come across two brothers with the same identity? There's nothing to identify one from the other and you're left to wonder who is who. Well, that's exactly Ashley Wilkie's case here. Living in a mansion with two alpha's whose looks were just the same. She is drawn to Xavier at first but not until Xender shows up in the picture. Having the same appearance and height, Ashley is left in the dark. She ends up kissing Xender who she assumed was Xavier, but when Xavier returns from his trip, he explains to her that she had kissed his brother and not him. How will Ashley cope with these two brothers for long? But before she could realize their identity, Ashley discovers that she has grown feelings for her lover's brother. Now the question is... Will she be able to control her feelings for Xender? Or will she rather accept her fate with the two brothers as her mate??

Synopsis A promise, a bond, and…falling in love. Every werewolf shifts for the first time on their eighteenth birthday. So a party is thrown to celebrate the coming out of their wolf. But Neerah could not shift. And to make matters worse, her father had already made a deal with the powerful Alpha Beret to use the celebrations as a marriage signing ceremony where Neerah would be his bride in place of her father's debt. The last thing Neerah needed was to be saved from her father's rage, and herself. Now she is falling hopelessly in love with her savior. Except…he wants nothing to do with their mating bond. And yeah, the dead girlfriend he seems to be loyal to, might not really be dead. Yet, when what breeds you is hate, pain and sorrow, when do you ever see the line that explains exactly what it means to be loved? When is it real? When to stop expecting the worst? What is it that lies within the Alpha’s heart?

After transmigrating through three novels in a row, the hardest thing I ever suffer through is drinking iced long black. But when I open my eyes again, I somehow become the pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel. Just as I debate whether to file a complaint against the system, the trembling system hurriedly explains something to me. Although this is a trashy romance novel, it is also an unfinished abandoned novel. I ask, "So you're saying I decide how the story develops?" The system replied, "Yes. Everything is completely under your control." Satisfied, I lazily stretch and begin checking the original Jacob's background. He has a trillionaire father and a billionaire mother. On top of that, he has seven rich and beautiful older sisters. With such a ridiculously overpowered setup, how can he go around simping for a broke college girl with no money? What a complete waste!

A King is looking for his long-lost queen in the beautiful, magical world of Alloria. In desperation, he strikes a deal with a grey wizard with mysterious intentions, and upon his word, his beloved will return to him. How or when she will return is uncertain. A cheerful and feisty manager in the fashion industry gets her life thrown upside down when she finds herself in a strange new world – and things get even stranger when she stumbles across a group of dressed-up knights –all of them saying they know her by a different name. Now a king of this strange land is out there to win her heart, while a sinister force wants her dead – much like storybooks of old. *** "Love endures everything...Without love...how can one truly live?" "Love did not build my career. It did not get me through taxes...it did not get me my college degree...it did not keep my relationship with my boyfriend...love does not accomplish much where I come from..." "Or perhaps, where you come from, there is too little love, it explains why you are generally so miserable all the time..."

On Valentine's Day, my husband, Jason Smith, gets sent to the hospital after getting into a car crash. He's not alone—his naked adopted sister, Susan Lane, is sent there as well. The police officer explains to me, "Your boyfriend got distracted when he was driving, resulting in him crashing into a car that was in the opposite lane." After that, I retrieve the items that have survived the crash. They consist of a diamond ring, a pair of stockings, a pack of condoms, and an agreement. "I, Jason Smith, promise that I will never see Susan Lane ever again!" Three days later, Jason gets discharged from the hospital. He shows up in front of me with a bouquet. "Happy Valentine's Day, honey! Susan thinks these flowers are rather fresh, and that it's a waste to throw them away. I remember you loving flowers the most. You should get them placed in a vase. Don't let them go to waste." I just shake my head as I stare at the bouquet. The flowers are as rotten as my five-year marriage. That's why it's time to throw everything into the bin once and for all.

Summit Angel Warm came from a region tribe called "The Warm Clan," she was known as the sunshine young wolf in their tribute. After her mother died, she became a rebellious one that made her father, the current Alpha, punished her by mating into a heartless and cold-blooded soon to be Alpha, Froz White Fang. Rumors say that he was once mated before but got betrayed by his Luna's Clan. There was also a myth that says he forbids any young wolf near him which became a challenge for others. "You do not belong here, young wolf. Run away while you still can..." a deep voice echoed around the palace. It was coated in ice that Angel's skin shivers from cold. She took one step back and felt a huge wall blocking her way but when she turn around, her eyes locked in the blue cold eyes watching her. "My father sent me. I will be your mate," she explains in trembling voice. White's eyes examined her whole figure, in that moment, he disagrees. "You failed..."

The fifth anniversary of my marriage to my wife, Roxanne Clark, coincides with the National Day. We agree to spend the holiday together at the Ermane Sea. But on the morning of our departure, Roxanne hurriedly packs her luggage and informs me, "Something came up at work. I have to go on a business trip." I believe her. But later that night, I see a post from her first love, Conrad Jensen. In the photo, the two of them are standing close together with their fingers intertwined. Their matching couple bracelets are impossible to miss. I smile bitterly. In the end, she did go to the Ermane Sea, but not with the person she promised. I do not call to confront her. Instead, I calmly gave the post a "Like". One minute later, Roxanne calls me frantically and explains, "This is all a misunderstanding. We just happened to run into each other during the business trip. I'll definitely make it up to you on the next National Day." I chuckle dismissively and say, "It's fine. Have a great time." Roxanne looks extremely shocked as she asks, "Why aren't you jealous this time?"

"What is it?" "It's called Dissociative Amnesia Disorder." "Well, what's that?" "It's a memory disorder. It explains your memory loss of that night. But not about how you could forgot your father's name." *** I hate it. I hate that I couldn't remember the name of the person who took care of me. The person who raised me, the person who loved me. I spent years trying to find out. I've read every book, every mission report, every newspaper in the country. But, nada. Nothing of that incident ever reported. It's like it never happened. But I know it did. I remembered it, every single moment. Until everything turns dark. But little did I know, the answer was staring at me the whole time. *** Katrina Clyde, a brilliant girl, the best agent from the Spy Division of La Reu Inc. She's surrounded by friends that support her, whether in the organization or outside the organization. When got called into an important mission, she then found out that this mission could lead her to her missing memory. One that she thought she wanted to retrieve.

In the fifth year of my marriage to Cynthia Bolton, she suddenly transfers a sum of money into my bank account. The note on the transfer reads, "Tuition for our son." I am completely stunned for a moment. No matter how hard I think about it, I couldn't figure out how exactly we could have a son. After Cynthia divorces her ex-husband, she marries me. She tells me that she's afraid of pain and of having children. On our wedding day, the very first condition she sets is that we remain child-free. And because I love her, I agree readily. To put her mind completely at ease, I even undergo a vasectomy. Staring at the transfer notification, I slowly turn around and ask her in a trembling voice. "What's the meaning of this?" Cynthia freezes for a moment. When she notices the bank account number she has sent the money to, a flash of annoyance crosses her eyes. Silence hangs in the air for a long time. Then, she lets out a long sigh and explains indifferently, as if she is talking about something that is absolutely ordinary. "Not long after I divorced Bradley Wilson, I found out I was pregnant."

I have just fallen asleep after working around the clock, but my mom insists on dragging me to the supermarket first thing in the morning. Having mistaken us for sisters, the cashier compliments Mom for her youth and looks. But after Mom explains to her smilingly that we're mother and daughter, the cashier's eyes go wide in disbelief. With mixed feelings, she says, "You… You look more like the daughter, though…" That remark leaves me shell-shocked for a moment. Then, I turn around to stare at my and Mom's faces in the mirror. Mom has such smooth and supple skin that she looks like a 20-year-old college student. Meanwhile, there's me, looking like a 50-year-old hag because of the freckles and dark spots covering my face. Mom's smile vanishes instantly. "How dare you speak that way! Are you saying that my daughter looks old?" Since I don't have a good night's sleep, I become uncontrollably pissed. Just as I'm about to curse at the cashier, I catch a glimpse of the crow's feet around Mom's eyes disappearing rapidly from the corner of my eye.