Forgotten Six Feet Under Novel

Moving to New York City is a big thing for anyone... anyone besides Amilia. She moved to run from her past, laying low and working at her job for the past year. The only problem is she's never met her boss until the yearly meeting came up. Finally meeting her boss, she's intrigued on why such a powerful woman would stay hidden away. Little does she know that her boss happens to be not only the CEO of one of the biggest companies, but she also happens to be the biggest crime lord in New York. Finding an interest in the mysterious woman, she chooses to dig deeper and get herself into more trouble than before

During our marking ceremony, the patrol leader of my arranged mate, Alpha Cassian Locke, asks me to swear in the name of the Moon Goddess before all the other werewolves. First, I shall not enter the Alpha's room without permission. Second, I shall not kiss the Alpha on any part of his body without permission. Third, I shall not do anything that may cause the Alpha to feel uneasy. The list goes on. Suppressing my anger, I listen as he recites all 188 vows in the oath. Then, I turn to the werewolf sitting on the side with an upright posture. "Alpha Cassian, could you please explain the 99th vow? What do you mean, I must raise your heir no matter whose pup they are?"

"I didn’t know I was marrying two people. He wore the suit, but she pulled the strings. The day I walked down the aisle, eyes locked with the man I loved, I thought I had found peace. I thought I was finally leaving behind the noise of my childhood, the ache of loneliness, and the years I spent praying for a love that would choose me, only me. But no one told me that some men never truly leave their mothers. They marry, yes,but their hearts remain tangled in an invisible umbilical cord, one that stretches past vows, past bedrooms, past boundaries. I moved into our new home, only to find that the walls had ears, hers. We lived in separate flats, but it never truly felt like my space. My marriage was a room she walked into, uninvited but ever present. Her opinions dripped into our arguments, her eyes followed me from behind lace curtains, and her voice echoed in decisions that should have belonged to me and my husband. At first, I kept quiet. I told myself it was cultural. Respect. Family. Then I told myself it was temporary. Then I stopped telling myself anything at all, because nothing I said made a difference. This is not a story of hate. It’s a story of love, tested by bloodlines, boundaries, and a battle I never asked to fight. This is my truth. The marriage I thought was mine. The home that never really felt like home. And the rules I never agreed to, but had to live by, simply because… I was under her roof".

The day I found out I wasn't really an Adelson, Sharon—their real daughter—stormed in and stabbed me—over and over. Just like that, my shot at being a mom? Gone. Chuck Benetton, my fiancé, lost it. My parents swore they'd disown her. To "comfort" me, Chuck proposed on the spot. My parents handed me the severance letter—Sharon officially disowned—and told me to just focus on healing. Later, they said Sharon had run off and gotten trafficked in Nyamara, some hotspot for scams and lost souls. They said it served her right. And yeah... I believed them. Six years into the lie, I saw her—very much alive, baby bump and all, curled up against my husband like she owned him. "If I hadn't snapped back then, Yasmine never would've married you, " she said. "Thank God you and Mom and Dad backed me. Otherwise, that imposter would've landed me in jail. "She probably never guessed I've been right here, carrying your baby. Once I give birth, just fake an adoption. She can nanny our kid forever. "Thanks for everything, Chuck." She smiled like he was her hero. And he blushed. "Don't thank me. Marrying her was the only way to protect you. I'd do it all again." So yeah. The guy I thought loved me? He was always lying. My "parents"? They only cared about Sharon. If that's love, I want nothing to do with it.

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES. Antonius Altamirano had everything a man could wish for; wealth, vast properties, and a name in the business industry. But then the problem was, he has a very complicated relationship with women. Hindi niya kayang umiwas sa tukso. He’s a good man, but he can easily be tempted. He had to marry Selene Arnaiz, one of the wealthiest and most famous actresses of her generation. It was a marriage for convenience, for Niu it was to save face from all his investors, and for Selene, it was for her fame and career. But Niu had a secret, he has been in a long-time relationship with Dr. Leann Zubiri, the best surgeon in the country. Niu claimed to be in love with her. Leann was contented to being his mistress for she was really in love with him. She can take it, being not the legal wife, as long as Niu would spare time for her. Niu doesn’t want to add more complication to his relationship with Selene and Leann, but Kate Cadelina entered the picture and shook his world. Niu didn’t expect that he’ll be attracted head over heels with the sassy secretary of her sister-in-law. She’s like a breath of fresh air that gave relief from all the stress in his life. Niu was never been this confused his whole life. Being married to a woman he didn’t love and having a mistress was a huge trouble already. How can he handle this now that he wanted Kate to be part of his life? Who will he choose? The woman he married? Or the woman he claimed that he was in love with? Or Kate, his beautiful ray of sunshine that gives light to his chaotic world?

"Pak Argan, jangan baca novel ini!" Menjadikan dosen sendiri sebagai inspirasi novel erotis adalah ide gila. Dan sialnya, novel itu jadi trending 1 di aplikasi hingga Sang Dosen yang killer dan dingin itu jadi pembaca setianya. Pak Argan menatap bibirku sekilas, lalu kembali ke mataku. "Novelmu bagus, tapi alangkah lebih bagus lagi, kamu bisa menghidupkan feelnya, melakukannya denganku!"

Jelek, culun, ratu jerawat, dan masih banyak panggilan buruk lainnya yang disematkan pada Alana di sekolah. Kehidupan sekolahnya memang seperti itu, hanya dicari ketika ulangan dan ujian tiba. Seolah tugasnya hanya untuk memberi anak-anak dikelasnya contekan. Situasi di rumah pun tak jauh berbeda. Ayah dan ibu yang selalu bertengkar ketika bertemu, membuat Alana lelah akan semua itu. Di suatu hari ketika dia benar-benar lelah dan kabur ke sebuah toko antik, dia menemukan sebuah buku fanfiction. Nama salah satu tokoh itu mirip seperti namanya, namun yang membedakan adalah Alana yang ada di dalam novel cantik dan pemberani, tak seperti dirinya. Di saat perjalanan pulang, tanpa diduga-duga saat pulang dia ditabrak oleh sebuah truk. Dan ketika bangun, wajah tampan seorang aktor papan atas berada tepat di depan wajahnya. "Alana? Kau kenapa? Aku ini kan kakakmu?" Alana masuk ke dalam novel itu!

This is the story of Swati, who dies in a car accident. But now when she opens her eyes, she finds herself inside a novel she was reading online at the time. But she doesn't want to be like the female lead. Tanya tries to avoid her stepmother, sister and the boy And during this time he meets Shivam Malik, who is the CEO of Empire in Mumbai. So what will decide the fate of this journey of this meeting of these two? What will be the meeting of Shivam and Tanya, their story of the same destination?

Eight years ago, my cousin Wendy Cooper was involved in a drunk driving hit-and-run. Yet, my parents made sure all the evidence pointed toward me. The victim's family waited outside my school every day with gasoline, threatening to die with me. Because of that, the school took away my guaranteed admission to university. That day, my parents and brother all tried to persuade me. "Wendy's terrified. Just give her your spot to make her feel better." I refused, fought back, and even tried to talk them out of it. But the next day, they handed me over to the police themselves. Lance Stewart, my fiance and a powerful business tycoon, had orchestrated it all. As he was afraid I'd run or cause trouble, he personally pinned several charges on me and sent me to an isolated island prison. He left me with no way out. When my sentence began, he made me a promise. "Esme, just endure it for a few years. I'll get you out once Wendy graduates, and then we'll get married."

Three months pregnant, I doubled over in agony, blood pooling beneath me. I called Milo Prince in a last-ditch effort for help. The moment he picked up, his voice dripped with irritation. "What is it now?" My vision was blurring. Before I could cry for help, I heard his childhood sweetheart's teasing laugh. "No interruptions today, okay?" The line went dead in the next second. When I opened my eyes again, my belly was flat. I checked Jessica Clay's social media. A photo showed their hands intertwined, her wrist adorned with the Prince family's heirloom bracelet. Her caption read, [He said this bracelet was made for me, so I'm keeping it.]