Flying Fighting Artinya

Seruni Arkadewi merasa dunianya runtuh satu persatu, saat sebuah kecelakaan merenggut kesempurnaan indrawinya. Kedua kakinya yang sebelumnya kuat dan lincah, kini menjadi timpang. Dan ternyata kemalangannya bukan hanya itu saja. Dimulai dari penghianatan kekasih dan sahabatnya yang menjalin hubungan di belakangnya, hingga desakan ayah tirinya yang ingin menikahkannya dengan seorang bandot tua karena harta. Muak dengan stigma bahwa takdir seorang wanita adalah di dapur, di sumur dan di kasur, Seruni minggat dari desanya. Ia ingin membuktikan bahwa seorang wanita dengan segala keterbatasan fisiknya, mampu berdiri di atas kakinya sendiri jikalau mau berusaha. Sementara itu, Antonio Brata Kesuma--sang anak sultan klan Brata Kesuma, paling tidak bisa mentolerir segala bentuk ketidaksempurnaan. Baginya semua yang cacat, tidak akan masuk hitungan. Baik itu berupa barang, ataupun orang. "Saya tidak minta dikasihani. Yang saya pinta hanya satu. Jangan menjadikan ketidaksempurnaan saya sebagai alasan untuk menjegal semua impian-impian saya. Saya memang cacat, tapi saya tidak bodoh. Saya mohon, izinkan saya berjuang." -Seruni Arkadewi- "Kamu itu selemah-lemahnya manusia. Sudah cacat, perempuan lagi. Sudahlah, terima takdirmu dan diam saja di rumah. Jangan mempersulit diri sendiri. Dunia ini keras. Ketahuilah, tekad tanpa amunisi, itu artinya bunuh diri. -Antonio Brata Kesuma-

First book of the series The Rogues, a family of werewolfes that live distancie from their packs, having to survive in our world, trying no to be discovered, fighting to keep their lives safe and the preservation of their species. They are men of intense feelings, true worthy men, gifted of primal instincts and sharp animals: PROTECT, OWN, CARE, TAME AND HUNT. Five siblings, five instincts, five chances of love…

Married in secret for five years, Yvonne Singer always thought I was just a washed-up nobody from a fallen family. What she didn't know was that I was the sole successor to Guzman Group, the world's largest venture capital firm. She tricked me into attending a cocktail party for the sake of her male best friend, Francis Yorke, and forced me to toast my sworn rival. Furious, I shattered the wineglass in my hand and snapped, "Yvonne, don't push me! Believe it or not, with a single word from me, your company can disappear from the stock market by tomorrow!" Panic flickered in her eyes. The next second, she threw herself into my arms. "Honey, I just needed your help. I didn't mean to hurt you." She then personally fed me a hangover pill and gently escorted me to a private room. When I woke up, I was hanging upside down from a drop tower. Francis slammed the switch. I was sent flying dozens of feet into the air, then plummeting straight down into the water. As my consciousness began to waver, I forced myself to make an emergency call. "Mr. Chance, contact global media outlets. Before nightfall, I want headlines showing them begging on the streets!"

It is the third year of my marriage when the video of my bodyguard, Julian Sutherland, holding an umbrella over me in a downpour goes viral. Overnight, the internet becomes obsessed with the "Icy Protector and his Forbidden Heiress." Netizens are relentless; they dig through the archives until they unearth a ten-year-old clip. In the video, a girl was holding a pair of high-heeled shoes while sprinting through the Folander airport. My friend teased, "No way, Ms. Serina Brown. Are you really flying back home to confess to that poor man? What could you possibly see in him?" The camera shakes, capturing my youthful face. I was just a reckless 20-year-old. "I love Julian. I love everything about him." That night, after seeing the video, Julian loses his composure and bursts into my room. "I didn't know you loved me back then. I thought… I thought… God, it was never supposed to end like this." I pull my coat around me and stand rooted on the spot, remaining silent. Suddenly, a mocking laugh echoes from behind me. Someone places their hand firmly on my waist and says, "Are you trying to reminisce about your love with my wife right in front of me? Do I look dead to you?"

The night before my fiancé, Soren, and I were supposed to leave for Northern Europe to start our new life, the sounds of a lively discussion drifted from his private club. "Christ, Boss, are you insane? Why the sudden marriage alliance with the Rosetti family to make a play for Italy? Didn't you say you were getting out of the life with Abby and heading north?" Soren leaned back into a leather sofa, his voice nonchalant and muffled by a cloud of smoke. "Plans change. Besides, remember, I'm the one who made her who she is." "Once she sees the new empire I'm building, that little canary will come flying right back to my cage. The woman can't live without me." I stood in the shadows of the club, a wine glass in my hand, a dull ache blooming in my chest. The anniversary gift I had so carefully chosen for Soren was still in my purse, waiting for me to give it to him. I slipped out of the smoke-filled club, tossed the gift into the nearest trash can, and booked a one-way ticket to Northern Europe. But what he didn't know was that just as he could betray our future for Monica, I could abandon him for mine. All those years we spent dancing with death were never just for his sake.

I was always flying for work, so I left the whole renovation thing to my husband, Daxton Pruitt. This time, my flight got scrapped last minute, so I swung by the house to check in. The second I stepped inside, some woman named Mona Scambley, who claimed she was the designer, chucked a stack of invoices at me. Couples' lingerie display case: $15,000. High-end waterbed: $40,000. One glance at that pile of overpriced tacky nonsense made me nauseous. My brows pulled tight. "Ms. Scambley, this is a private house, not some couples' motel. What is all this?" Her face flipped in a heartbeat. She jabbed a finger at me. "The owner gave those orders. You're just the site supervisor. Disobey me again, and I'll have Mr. Pruitt fire you!" Then she spun around and called Daxton right there. I laughed, cold and low, about to ask what kind of clown show designer he'd hired—until I heard his voice. Gentle. Doting. "This is Mona and my love nest. We'll do whatever we want. Don't like it? Get out." I smiled, snatched the list from Mona, and nodded. "Sure." One week later, that overpriced waterbed showed up—Daxton, very much not smiling.

Alvaria lives a life unlike any other as a trained and hired hunter for the highest bidder. fighting monsters and killing stuff is her thing until she finds herself fighting more than just the normal monsters. creatures she knew not actually existed or thought to be folklore start to appear and leave Chao's in their wake. She finds herself with no other choice but to learn to fight all the different creatures that cross her path...Chimeras ,Dragons, Wendigos, Krakens ,Demons, Basilisks and many more. one day she awakes to a poisonous creature hiring her to assassinate Alpha Asmodeus Hayes... a hellhound straight from the flaming gates of hell. with the serpent's venom in her blood ,she has no other choice but to Attempt to Murder the ruthless hellhound Alpha or atleast die trying... little did she know that he was her mate and their lives were soon about to be turned upside down. With Alvaria being part werewolf, vampire and witch , her being mated to a hellhound and evil incarnate Alpha Asmodeus Hayes is nothing more than a recipe for disaster.

In an academy full of children of night, jackals, witches, vampires, and werewolves. Leslie, a student and the alpha of dawn pack felt the joy of meeting his beloved mate, Lucy. But was enraged when she was claimed by Edward, the well-known alpha of the moon pack. This is the tale of fighting for what is originally destined to happen in the name of love. Fangs to fangs, claws to claws, and clan vs. clan.

What would you do if, one day, you realized that some written history is repeating itself on you? Will you go along with it? Or will you go on fighting it? As for Roxanne, who always thought that every single thing that happens has a reason, she tries to fight it. Unfortunately, what she didn't know is that even if there is always a reason why, there is not always an explanation why.

BLURB: He's a grief counselor who lost his own family. He's an immigrant fighting for permission to stay. When Owen meets Lucas at a small restaurant called Roots, neither expects what happens next. Owen is isolated after his family abandoned him for being gay. Lucas carries the weight of an entire family his disabled brother, struggling sister, and the constant pressure to prove they all deserve to stay in the country. What begins as a chance encounter becomes something real. Between stolen moments at the restaurant and late-night conversations, Owen and Lucas find each other. But as they fall deeper, the world closes in. When Owen's boss discovers their relationship and forces him to choose his job or Lucas everything shatters. Owen can't afford to lose his income. Lucas can't bear to be the reason Owen loses everything. They're trapped between love and survival, belonging and rejection. Because sometimes permission to stay isn't about immigration. Sometimes it's about whether love is worth fighting for.