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My boyfriend is a forensic artist. He was forced to make a harrowing decision to save his first love. At the killer's demand, he created a portrait from a photo—he never realized that the young girl in the photo was me in my childhood. Two weeks later, the police investigate a grisly bomb explosion and dismemberment case. The victim's identity was unrecognizable, and the investigation dragged on for days as the authorities desperately searched the blast site, looking for my remains. After three days and nights, they finally recovered enough of my remains to reconstruct my face. When my boyfriend unknowingly brought the shattered fragments back to life with his art, he was confronted with a horrifying truth—one that drove him to the edge of madness.

The Hawthorne Effect sets a story of a F.B.I survey into the criminal lives of certain individuals identified with a Crime Boss, Ron Druman whose identity the Bureau is unsure of. While the story goes on, a look into the immigrant lives of these individuals forced into crime is looked at.

Olivia had only one goal when she started high school and was transferred to Clover High: she wanted to be popular and stand out not only academically but also in extracurricular activities. She wanted to be a part of the popular crowd so she wouldn't have to go through the ordeal she went through in elementary and middle school. Her stepsister Zoey, who adores her, discovered that she is the bullies' favorite prey. Olivia despised Zoey at school and hid the truth about her true relationship with her until she could. Worse, Olivia became one of Zoey's bullies. How far will Olivia can conceal the truth about herself and Zoey? How far will Olivia can hide her true self and ignore her growing feelings for her stepsister? ~*~ P.S. This is LGBTQIA+ themed story. (Girl's Love | GirlXGirl) If you are not comfortable reading this kind of genre, please don't proceed.

Hayden is a perfect husband for Riz. He's sweet, self-orientated and a successful doctor. They are living happily until a crime happened in their city. A crime of the past. Suddenly, their peaceful life will be fully be entangled into the world of serial killing. It will confuse their life, their marriage and trust especially when Riz started to doubt her own husband's personality. It doesn't make sense. Is her husband the serial killer?

Cette histoire est un aperçu de la romance d’où tire la provenance de son titre “Amour à la fin ”. Cela montre que l’amour n’est pas un privilège donné qu’à quelques personnes. Au final tout le monde peut tomber amoureux c’est la règle.

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

Dans chaque existence il existe chaque chemin. Nous marchons toujours selon une voie. Qu’elle soit prédéfinie ou adaptée. Cette histoire est un exemple.

Sevi bekerja di perusahaan susu segar, hidupnya tampak sempurna. Ia mencintai pekerjaannya sebagai milk tester, mencintai susu strawberry, dan hidup mandiri. Tapi semuanya berubah ketika ia menemukan susu baru yang justru membangkitkan ‘reaksi biologis’ aneh pada tubuhnya. Tanpa hamil, tanpa hubungan, tiba-tiba tubuhnya memproduksi ASI... beraroma strawberry. Lebih rumit lagi, bosnya yang dikenal dingin dan perfeksionis, Arlan, mulai mencium rahasia aneh yang disembunyikannya. Tapi siapa sangka? Keanehan itu justru jadi awal kedekatan mereka dengan cara yang tidak pernah terpikirkan Sevi sebelumnya. “Saya tahu cara supaya nggak terlalu sakit. Mau?” [WARNING DEWASA 21+]

Jack Cooke—my husband, who'd never so much as scrambled an egg—suddenly went full kitchen freak. He bought a ton of pots and spatulas, then spent all day just... polishing them. When I called him out, he shrugged. "I like things clean. That a crime now?" Behind him? A mountain of dirty socks. Then it got weirder. He dragged all the kitchen stuff into our bedroom. At night, he'd get weird with a dishcloth. Like, disturbingly weird. I was done. I asked for a divorce. Jack stormed into a private dining room and shredded the papers right in front of our investors. "You're seriously ending our marriage over this? Kinda dramatic, don't you think?" I didn’t blink. “I gave up my spot for your pots and pans. A little thanks wouldn’t kill you.”

I had been married for five years, but my belly remained flat—no sign of a child. Then, on my 35th birthday, I suddenly found out I was pregnant. When I shared the good news with my husband, he flew into a rage. Instead of being happy, he accused me of carrying someone else's baby. Only then did I learn he had a mistress. He even claimed he wanted a "real" child—one that truly belonged to him—with her. I thought he was just being irrational and would eventually come to his senses. After getting an amniocentesis, I immediately brought him the paternity test results to prove the baby was his. He came home acting like a changed man—hugging me, kissing me, claiming that he didn't cheat on me. The very next day, he booked a hotel and threw a banquet, announcing to all our friends and family that he was going to be a father. However, when his mistress saw the news, she completely lost it. She showed up with a group of people, blocked me in the street, and—despite my pregnancy—started punching and kicking me. "You shameless woman! How dare you carry my man's child? Are you that desperate to die?"