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Jesica, wanita sederhana yang hari-harinya mendapatkan penyiksaan secara fisik dan mental dari keluarga suaminya. Sampai sudah, di penghujung batas kesabaran dan penantian akan cinta Juan Myer yang tak kunjung ia dapatkan. Akhirnya, Jesica menandatangi surat gugatan cerai yang sudah tergeletak selama dua tahun di atas meja riasnya. Jesica, mengirimkan foto surat tersebut dengan tujuan akan berpamitan pada calon mantan suaminya dan Juan memerintahkannya untuk menunggunya sampai pulang ke rumah. Siapa sangka, saat Juan sampai di kamarnya dan melihat Jesica duduk di atas ranjang dengan sebuah koper besar di sampingnya, justru membuat hatinya panas. Tidak pernah sekalipun ada wanita yang meninggalkan Juan, sebelum ia yang memutuskan kapan untuk mengakhiri semuanya. Juan yang tidak pernah menjamah Jesica selama tiga tahun pun, menghabiskan malam panas bersama wanita yang paling dibencinya dalam keadaan mabuk. Jika dulu agar selalu dekat dengan Juan, Jesica rela menyamar menjadi seorang pegawai akuntan rendahan. Kini, setelah bercerai, Jesica memutuskan untuk menunjukkan siapa identitasnya yang sebenarnya. Dia adalah pemilik perusahaan yang menjadi rival tempat Juan bekerja sebagai seorang CEO. Dalam upaya balas dendamnya yang sangat elok dan berbisa, Jesica juga menguak kebohongan mantan kekasih Juan yang kembali dan menjadi biang masalah dalam rumah tangganya, serta membalas semua perbuatan kakak ipar dan mertuanya.

* Tempat yang membuat nyaman dan menjadi diri sendiri * Aira adalah gadis remaja yang duduk di bangku SMA, di kelas XII IPA - B. Wajah nya terlihat manis dan cantik, ditambah dengan tatapannya yang teduh membuat siapapun merasa tenang ketika melihatnya. Tidak ada yang menarik dalam hidupnya, dia menjalani hidupnya dengan apa ada nya. Namun, ketika temannya meminta diantar kerumah pacar nya, tanpa dia sangka itu adalah awal dari dia kehilangan kehidupan yang tenang. Aira bertemu dengan seorang pria yang begitu menyebalkan, begitu keras kepala, dan memiliki sifat yang dominan. Dia adalag Agarish Sadajiwa Yaksa. Pertemuan yang kurang menyenangkan dengan pria itu membuat Aira tidak menyukai pria itu, karena dia benar benar menyebalkan. Tapi, takdir tidak berpihak kepada Aira. Mereka sering kali bertemu entah itu ada alasan atau tidak, disengaja atau tidak yang jelas mereka seringkali bertemu. Satu hal yang membuat Agarish tertarik. Dia menjadi diri sendiri ketika bersama dengan Aira. Orang orang menganggap dirinya cool dan tenang, namun ketika dengan Aira dia menjadi dirinya, tidak memperdulikan imej. Selain menjadi diri sendiri, Agarish juga merasa...... Nyaman. Ya, gadis itu berhasil membuat Agarish nyaman. Lalu bagaimana kelanjutannya? Agarish yang keras kepada dan Aira yang tidak mau mengalah, indahnya hubungan dua insan ini....

After getting raped by her uncle at the age of 10, pearl Wilson's life never remained the same. She had to live with the stigma even after her uncle Richard was sent to jail. No one knows about the case except her family and her three friends, but despite that fact, she felt eyes on herself everywhere she went. Pearl grew a deep-seated hatred for the male gender afterwards, even her own dad. She's rebellious and obstinate. As she grew, her hatred grew with her, up until college. Everyone in Legacy college knows Pearl the male hater who throws shit on the faces of every boy she meets. Pearl's male hatred met an unexpected hitch when she had an encounter with the silent one, her department's quiet boy... Ronnie Banks. Ronnie is known for his greek-god-ish calm exterior and cool personality. He only talks when necessary, but what Pearl is unaware of is that he has had eyes on her since her first year in the school. He has been watching her from a distance, and now, she willingly walked into his lair. She's caught! What happens next? When the two opposites clash... When secrets huge enough to break several hearts started coming out like. when bloodshed and unexpected events hit the ground. Are you already feeling the heat of the dramas? Damn! You don't wanna miss out on this Dark College Romance, do you? Don't you dare!

"You can't walk away," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Not now." I never should've followed him. I knew it the second I saw his dark, predatory eyes lock onto mine across the bar. But I couldn't stop myself. I was drawn to him, to the danger simmering beneath his cool, controlled exterior. "One night," I told myself, "just one night." But it wasn't just a night. It was a raw, thrilling ride into darkness, where he took control in ways l'd never imagined. "Do you like it when I make you beg?" he growled, and I did. God, I did. By morning, I was tangled in his sheets, marked by his touch, my body still aching from the things he'd done to me. But when I opened my eyes and saw his face in the cold light of day, reality hit like a punch to the gut. The man l'd spent the night with, the one who made me surrender in every way possible, wasn't just a sexy stranger. He was a mafia kingpin-one of the most feared men in the city. And me? I'm the future district attorney, the one assigned to take him down. "You belong to me now," he said, his voice a deadly promise. And as much as I wanted to deny it, I knew he was right. But what happens when the lines between law and lust blur beyond recognition?

​"I hate that I want you." ​Those are the words Alpha Kaelen whispers against my skin when the fever takes him. ​To the world, I am just Elara, the disappointment, the maid, the shadow of his perfect Luna. To him, I am a temptation he cannot explain and a sin he cannot confess. ​He married my twin sister. He marked my twin sister. But his wolf knows the truth. ​Now, a mysterious "wasting sickness" is killing him, and his wife's touch only makes it worse. I am the only one who can bring him back from the edge. ​Every night, I am forced to enter his bedroom. Every night, I have to touch him to keep his heart beating. ​It starts with a cool cloth on his fevered brow. It ends with his heavy body pinning mine against the door, his hands rough and desperate, his nose buried in the curve of my neck. ​He thinks he’s hallucinating. He thinks I’m a test. "Why?" he growls, his hips grinding against mine with a hunger that terrifies me. "Why does my body scream for you when my mind chose her?" ​I am his shameful secret. His midnight addiction. He thinks he can use me to survive and then return to his wife in the morning. ​But the heat is rising. The bond is snapping. And soon, the Alpha won't just want to touch me. He’ll want to devour me.

I was vacationing in St. Moritz, Switzerland with my mother when Vivian from the Valenti family office sent me a photo. The woman in it lay on the cold marble floor of the estate, her coat stripped away, her body covered in blood. No one stood near her, as if she had already been set aside like a problem to be dealt with. It was hard to tell if she was still breathing. A voice message followed, her tone sharp and controlled. “Elena, don’t assume that marrying the Don and being called Donna means your small-town family can step onto Valenti property.” “The lakeside estate Mr. Valenti just acquired is a family asset. Letting someone like your mother stay there breaks rules.” “I act on the Don’s behalf. It is my responsibility to remove people who should not be there.” “This is what happens when someone crosses a line.” I went still. Then I looked up at my mother sitting across from me. She held her tea, calm as ever. I lowered my eyes and enlarged the photo. The moment I saw the woman’s face, my chest tightened. It was not my mother. It was Luca’s. I called Vivian immediately. “Have you lost your mind? That’s Luca’s mother.” She gave a light laugh, her tone cool and distant. “Mr. Valenti has always been clear. Your mother is yours. His mother is his.” “The Valenti family does not take in outsiders.” “You may be Donna, but that does not mean your family steps inside with you.”

"I want you to feel every sensation I give you tonight. Every touch. Every shiver. Everything." His lips traced a path of fire from the plane of her stomach to the hollow of her throat, finally claiming her mouth in a deep, consuming kiss. His tongue sought hers, a slow, deliberate invasion. And then, he introduced the cold. A sharp, shocking block of ice met her parted lips. He held it there with his own mouth, the searing heat of his kiss a stark contrast to the biting frost. The cold stole her breath, a small, exquisite pain, but under the relentless warmth of him, the ice began to yield. Meltwater, cool and clean, trickled between their joined lips as he kissed his way down the slope of her shoulder, his face finally finding refuge in the tender curve of her neck. A helpless, shuddering moan broke from her. "Yes, ma reine," he murmured against her pulse, the endearment a dark caress. "Let me hear you." --- Driven by a fierce desire to wound the Alpha who bound her in a loveless, forced marriage, Magdalena sought solace and revenge in the arms of another. She never imagined the captivating stranger in the dark was her husband himself, concealed by a potent glamour and his own ruthless cunning. But what happens when the mask slips? When the thrilling, secret lover she surrendered to is revealed as the very man she vowed to despise? Can she flee from the web of his deception, or has her treacherous heart already made its choice, binding her to the one who is both her tormentor and her destiny? H

Hope is a seventeen year old Omega. And for as long as she can remember, she has been moving from one pack to another with her widowed mother. Hope is a loner and all she longs for is to be accepted, to have friends and not be bullied. But coming to Crescent Manes, she meets her greatest nightmare in the form of Blake Parker, soon to be the Alpha of Crescent Manes. But Blake the tormentor carries a scar, a burden that no one knows. He holds a dark secret, one if unleashed might just spell doom to the entire race of wolves. ***** "Say it, Hope," he says, his voice dangerously low as he traps me against the cool tiled wall. A shiver runs down my spine and I have to close my eyes. His voice is pulling me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asks. "No." I try to slip away but he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head. He presses his hard body against mine and I stifle a gasp, aware of every inch of him that is touching me. "You're not going anywhere. We're not done yet." He slides his hand up my skirt even as his lips trail from my neck to my collar bone. And lower. I can feel my resolve weakening as his hand reaches its destination. "Say it," he orders. I moan, dipping my head back. I want to say it, I really do. But I know that if I give in and say the words, there will be no going back.

Dalam perjalanan menjenguk kekasihku yang sedang lembur, aku mengalami kecelakaan hebat. Aku meneleponnya puluhan kali untuk meminta pertolongan, tapi tak satu pun yang dia angkat. Menatap gedung kantor kekasihku yang lampunya masih terang benderang tak jauh dari sana, aku pun tenggelam dalam keputusasaan. Saat aku terbangun di rumah sakit, aku melihat sebuah unggahan dari bawahan kekasihku. [Aku harus bagaimana kalau masih dimarahi atasan tengah malam begini?] Foto yang diunggah, memperlihatkan bayangan dua orang yang terpantul di pintu kaca. Jarak di antara mereka sudah jauh melampaui batas profesional. Dengan sisa-sisa harapan, aku kembali menghubungi kekasihku. Kali ini, panggilanku akhirnya tersambung. Aku tidak bisa menahan isak tangis dan berkata, "Welly, aku kecelakaan ...." "Ziana, aku masih sibuk. Biar asistenku saja yang mengurusnya, ya? Patuh dikit ya, aku akan pulang menemanimu setelah perjalanan dinas ini selesai." Baru saja aku ingin bicara lagi, suaranya yang membentak memotong ucapanku, "Kendal! Perjalanan dinas hanya boleh membawa satu koper, kamu bawa tiga koper itu mau pindahan atau liburan?" Kendal, anak magang yang baru direkrut oleh Welly. Aku menatap layar ponsel yang telah diputus sepihak itu, air mata mengering di wajahku. Aku pun mengalihkan panggilan ke nomor orang tuaku dan berkata, "Perjodohan yang sudah keluarga atur itu ... aku setuju."

Tres días antes de mi boda, Adrian la canceló por quincuagésima segunda vez. Había ido al taller de Palermo para aprobar el bordado del escudo en mi vestido, pero en cuanto salí de detrás de la cortina del probador, agarró su pistolera y su radio. —Los bastardos de Torino destrozaron el viñedo de Bianca y rodearon la finca. Lia está aterrada, tengo que irme. La boda se cancela. En otro momento, yo lo habría detenido y le habría exigido que me dijera quién le importaba más, si Bianca o yo. Pero esta vez, simplemente lo dejé ir. Treinta minutos después, Bianca subió una historia a Instagram: [Tú eres el único refugio para mí y para mi hija.] En la foto, Adrian abrazaba a Bianca, mientras sostenía a Lia en brazos, llamándolo papá. Parecían una familia de verdad. Mis padres soltaron un suspiro. —Seraphina, ¿otra vez se canceló la boda en Hawái? Ya les enviamos las invitaciones a todas las familias italianas de renombre. ¿Qué va a pasar con el honor de la familia Bellini? Negué con la cabeza y toqué la invitación de respaldo. —La boda sigue en pie. Dentro de tres días, igual seré una novia. Solo que no la de Adrian.