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I kept it hidden from the entire Moonshadow Pack — the private mate contract I signed with Darren, the current Alpha. Every time he rushed off to spend the heat season with his Omega childhood sweetheart, the wolf inside me howled in agony, tearing itself apart. Every time, he would whisper his empty promises, "Once she's stable, we'll hold the Luna crowning ceremony." For three years, he made that promise ninety-nine times — and skipped the ceremony ninety-nine times. The first time, her wolf died unexpectedly, and he claimed the Moon Goddess had forbidden the ceremony. The second time, her heat struck suddenly, and he abandoned me, throwing himself into her bed. After that, every time there was supposed to be a ceremony, something happened to her — and somehow, he was always right there by her side. Every time, I broke down, screaming, drowning in heartbreak. However, he always looked down on me, his voice calm, detached: "She's just a temporary mate for physical needs. You should understand." After the ninety-ninth broken promise, the wolf inside me finally went silent. I placed a "Mate Contract Termination Application" on his desk. "From now on, in the eyes of the Moon Goddess, I'm no longer yours in any way."

Bradley Oliver Jones was eight years old when he first heard "Phantom of the Opera" in New York.The lights gleaming across the stage, the voices of the performers ringing through the theater in a way that brought tears to the eyes of those listening. A wonderful canvas of brilliance painted bright by the dull colors of the world.The performance brought something wonderful to Bradley Oliver Jones.The theatre brought magic, brought light, brought hope into the mind of a little eight year old kid.A kid now dead set on being on that stage.And suddenly, the world was on fire, and everything was possible.

My son, Jasper Cole, won the gold prize in an art competition. When I took off my apron and rushed to the award ceremony, I found that the painting titled 'Mother' was not of me but Maeve Leighton, my husband's secretary. Maeve pretended to be troubled as she told my son, "Your mom will be sad when she sees this painting." However, Jasper was unperturbed. "What does her sadness have to do with me? She's an ordinary-looking and incompetent housewife, always nagging me about what I can and can’t do. She's too strict with me. It's annoying! Maeve, I wish you were my mother. My dad doesn't like my mom at all. He's only happy when he's with you. He's only with my mom because he feels obligated." My heart broke at that moment. Since he no longer wanted me as his mother, it was pointless for me to stay. I called my dad. "Dad, I want to go home. Can you pick me up?" My dad could not believe it. He answered after a long pause, "Of course. I'll come pick up my brilliant daughter in three days."

Our cruise ship got into an accident, but there was only one seat left on the lifeboat. The three of us drew lots, and I got it. I wanted to give Zac Xavier the chance of survival that I won. However, while we were arguing, his childhood sweetheart got on the lifeboat first. Just as we thought our lives would end, the rescue team arrived in time and brought us back from the boundless deep sea. After that incident, Zac and I walked down the aisle. Unexpectedly, his childhood sweetheart returned to that sea on our wedding day and jumped into it. When Zac got the news of her death, he was struck by grief and blamed everything on me. He imprisoned the pregnant me in the basement and made my life a torture. I bled profusely on the day I gave birth. He had the doctor save the baby, asking him to give up on my life. My only child was named Rory, something he thought up based on the name of his childhood sweetheart—Aurora. Even when I died, I was consumed by hatred. When I reopened my eyes, I had returned to the day he proposed to me after the cruise ship accident. Watching Zac hold my hand as he had done in my past life and promise to grant my every wish, I calmly withdrew my hand. "Zac, let's break up."

The chains that hold her grow weaker by the day and her power continues to grow. How much longer can the cage deep down in the levels of keep hold of the infamous Dark Witch, Karmina? Rayleigh, a lone exorcist who is a master of her craft has been an enemy of Demons and Fiends alike. The Holy power that she contains was something to be feared by even the higher ranked Demons. That is, until one Demon's curiosity got the better of him. Zalakai, a high ranked Demon born from Asmodeus's , was never one to decline a lover. Until word made a round to him about a fiery red-head woman with Holy abilities that has put a dent in those who've made attempts in possessing Humans. What was at first a duty to annihilate this woman soon turned into curiosity, and possibly more. Fate is in the works. Truth of ones past comes to light. Darkness has one last obstacle in its path. Can it be stopped, or will it be too late?

Athijha Esmeray Alonso is a rising model who married her best friend for two main reasons. For her personal liking and to save her sister. It may be perfect for her sister but not for her. Ashton Exiquel Saavedra, her husband, is too cruel for her own good. But she chose to stay. She chose to stay because no one wants her back in her home. She chose to stay because of her intense feelings for him. Fate sure is playful. Betrayal after betrayal. Pain after pain. She committed suicide but the heavens did not allow her to leave the world. She woke up in a hospital without memories. She suffered from amnesia. Then they met again.

Nayla dan Alvin sudah berteman sejak lama, hingga perasaan terlarang tumbuh di dalam hati Nayla. Karena tak ingin merusak persahabatan serta tak ingin merusak hubungan orang lain, Nayla hanya bisa memendamnya. Namun siapa sangka, pada suatu malam disaat Alvin tengah dipengaruhi oleh alkohol. Pria itu justru memaksa Nayla untuk tidur dengannya.

Bos galak itu tiba-tiba mendekatiku. Dan dengan tidak tahu malunya melamarku di depan banyak karyawan lainnya dan yang lebih parahnya, calon tunanganku juga menyaksikan adegan lamaran itu. “Bos, saya tahu saya bersalah karena sudah menampar Anda. Tolong pecat saya saja dan jangan membalas dendam dengan cara seperti ini!” Bukannya memecat Hanum, Bosnya malah semakin mendekatinya. Berbagai cara Abian lakukan untuk bisa dekat denga Hanum. Tapi penolakan adalah hasil yang selalu dia dapat. Hingga Hanum merasa lelah dengan kelakuan Abian. “Menyingkirlah, Bos!" BOOK COVER by @my_dalart (saya sendiri)

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge. They were trinkets Mia had idly made during a craft class, marked only by a faint “M” scratched on the back. Back then, Mia was seated in the last row of the classroom. Her background was a complete mystery to everyone. Yet they wore that badge for ten whole years. Whether standing on the F1 podium or locking in billion-dollar trades at the exchange, the cheap little badge on their chests never changed. Until Ella showed up. She was the cherished daughter of a rising conglomerate family. She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.”

After pursuing Yves Chapman for five years, he finally agrees to marry me. Two months before the wedding, I get into an accident. I call him thrice, but he rejects my call each time. It's only because Clarisse Tatcher advises him to give me the cold shoulder for a while to stop me from pestering him. When I crawl out of that valley, I'm covered in injuries. My right hand has a comminuted fracture. At that moment, I finally understand that certain things can't be forced. But after that, he starts to wait outside my door, his eyes red as he asks me to also give him five years.