Hemlock Grove Shelley

Shelley Valiere adalah mahasiswi pindahan dari California yang melanjutkan pendidikannya di kampus bisnis terelit yang ada di New York. Tidak ada yang membedakannya dengan para mahasiswi yang berkuliah di kampus ini. Hanya saja, dia memilih untuk berpenampilan berbeda dari mahasiswi pada umumnya. Dia memilih untuk terus menggunakan kacamata bacanya dan mendapat cap 'cupu' di kampusnya. Dia memilih berpenampilan seperti itu, karena satu dan lain hal. Shelley terus-terusan menjadi bahan bully-an dari Michalina dan kawan-kawannya, karena berpenampilan seperti itu. Syukurlah Shelley memiliki dua orang sahabat yang selalu melindungi dan membela Shelley saat ia sedang di-bully oleh Michalina dan kawan-kawannya. Hari-hari berjalan seperti biasanya. Tanpa disadari, Shelley mulai memiliki rasa pada seorang mahasiswa tertampan di kampus itu, Edbert. Dia lah cinta pertama Shelley. Hingga akhirnya, Shelley dan Edbert menjadi sepasang kekasih yang saling mencintai, karena Edbert pun memiliki rasa yang sama seperti Shelley. Mereka berdua menjalani hari-hari seperti sepasang kekasih pada umumnya. Namun tiba-tiba, badai besar datang menghampiri keduanya. Badai itulah yang membuat hubungan keduanya goyah. Meskipun hubungan keduanya goyah, Edbert dan Shelley terus berusaha untuk meredam badai itu. Hingga akhirnya ... Akankah usaha keduanya berhasil dan badai itu meredam? Atau malah sebaliknya? Pantengin terus Si Cupu Shelley dan Si Tampan Edbert. See ya^^

One minute I’m staring at a pre calc textbook, the next I’m tearing through trees with claws I didn’t know I had. My dad says it’s in my blood that I’m a werewolf, part of a line that’s guarded the balance between our world and theirs for centuries. He says Mystic Grove Academy is the only place I’ll be safe. He’s half right. The academy’s full of people who get it …witches who can’t control their magic, shifters who don’t fit in, even a vampire named Kai who looks at me like I’m a puzzle he needs to solve. But it’s also full of secrets. Like how the boy everyone calls Alpha Ryder Blackwood marked me with a silver glow that burns into my skin whenever he’s near. Like how my grandma, who “moved away” when I was little, actually disappeared from this very school. And worst of all? Students have been vanishing again. Just like they did a century ago, when the last girl with my face tried to fix the world we broke. The mark on my arm isn’t just a claim it’s a death sentence. But if I can’t figure out what my grandma started, and why Kai’s great uncle is tied to every secret here… we’ll all be next. Because the door between worlds is opening. And this time, there’s no one to slam it shut but me………

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

In my fifth year of marriage to Dominic, I'd become the woman all of Chicago knew as the crazy one — the mental case. Jealousy gnawed at me constantly, and my temper frayed easily, my emotions sharp and unsteady, unravelling more with each passing day. So it only made sense when he slid a divorce agreement across the table. "Vivian's pregnant. A Harrington heir can't be born illegitimate, and Mrs. Harrington can't be a lunatic." "Once she's had the baby, I’ll marry you again, and you'll still be Mrs. Harrington." I was forced to sign my name, then locked away in a private sanatorium a hundred miles from the city. The first year, I waited with desperate hope for him to come take me home. Instead, he handed me an ultrasound report. "Twins — a boy and a girl. Vivian's pregnant again. Just wait a little longer." The second year, he had electric fencing installed around the sanatorium grounds. "Harrington Corp is going public. We can't afford any slip-ups right now." By the fifth year, he simply called to tell me to wait one more year. He must have expected me to scream and lose control the way I always did. But this time, I just nodded calmly. "Alright. However long it takes." After all. I didn't have much time left anyway.

The tenth time one of my paintings appeared under my sister Rose's name, I handed Adrian the divorce papers. He raised an eyebrow and tossed the agreement aside without a second glance. "Don't be dramatic. Your hand is ruined -- where would you even go without me?" I said nothing. He smiled, his tone dripping with casual indifference. "You should be grateful. Rose was the one I was supposed to marry. A few paintings is a small price to pay. A little gratitude wouldn't kill you." He blew a ring of cigarette smoke directly into my face. I choked, and the sting brought tears to my eyes. Through the blur, I was transported back to the moment my tendons were severed for his sake -- a pain that had drilled straight to the bone. He thought I had no choice but to take it. What he didn't know was that I'd already accepted an offer from the Royal Academy of Arts in London. Soon, I would be free of him for good.

The doctor said my husband Ethan had dual personality. His primary personality was gentle and devoted. His alter — "Axel" — was reckless and wild. In five years of marriage, every time Axel surfaced, he'd fall for a different woman. Each time, I'd have to pull out our marriage certificate, walk him through our love story from the beginning, just to bring Ethan back. This time, Axel had set his sights on the new dance instructor. I dropped what I was doing at work, ready to go collect him from the psychiatrist's office — same as always. But outside the treatment room, I heard him on the phone with one of his buddies, laughing: "What can I say — I'm a hell of an actor. Five years and she still hasn't caught on." "Besides, why settle for the wife at home when there's so much more fun out there?" The panic I'd been feeling went very, very still. I pulled up my lawyer's number and texted him: Get the divorce papers ready.

On my wedding night, I was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance after a tampered condom left me in excruciating pain. The surgery took over twenty-four hours, and the story spread like wildfire. My husband, Alexander, let it be known that anyone who managed to photograph me in my post-surgery state would be rewarded with ten million dollars. Overnight, I went from being a billionaire's new wife to the laughingstock of every elite circle in New York. The next day, Alexander's childhood sweetheart Dahlia showed up at my door. That was when I learned the truth: she'd coated the condom with industrial-strength adhesive as part of what she called a "social experiment." She didn't show a shred of remorse. Her tone was flippant and cruel: "It was just an experiment. I mean, how was I supposed to know you'd react like that? Besides, we both know you were never good enough for Alexander. So drop the act." Alexander stood beside her, his gaze cold and dismissive: "If it weren't for the marriage contract, no one would've touched you. You know that, right?" What he didn't know was that the woman he was calling a slut had saved his life more times than he could count.

I put three hundred million dollars into building a business for my brother's first love. They were finally getting married. But two hours before the wedding, the maid of honor suddenly went AWOL. To keep the wedding on track, I dropped a major international deal, booked the next flight out, and flew back immediately. When I arrived, my brother hugged me gratefully and handed me the wedding ring along with a gift box — inside was a necklace, a token he'd promised Celeste. "Sis, I'm counting on you to take care of Celeste's side. I know it's a lot to ask, but could you step in as maid of honor today?" But the moment I walked into the bridal suite, my brother's bride slapped me across the face. "You've got some nerve showing up here, you homewrecking bitch." "You think you can steal my husband at my own wedding? Are you out of your mind?" "Celeste, I think there's been a misunderstanding. I’m Alexander’s sister…" I tried to explain. "Who the hell are you kidding?! My sister-in-law runs a billion-dollar empire. A tramp like you could never." "You want to steal my husband? Fine. Let's see how tough you really are." And just like that, I was tied up and thrown into a pen with a vicious dog. Celeste Davenport — if that's how you want to play it, then enjoy your one-way ticket to the hell.

Seorang pria yang tanpa sengaja bertemu dengan seorang gadis di sebuah kedai kopi. Gadis itu berhasil menghidupkan kembali sebuah rasa yang sudah mati bertahun-tahun lamanya, lebih dari keanggunan rupa serta parasnya. Kehadiran gadis itu yang tanpa sengaja datang kedalam pandangannya merupakan sesuatu hal yang luar biasa dalam hidupnya. Cinta pada pandang pertama kali ini adalah sebuah perasaan yang sangat-sangat menakjubkan. Akan tetapi ada hal yang ia sudah abaikan sedari tadi ia terpaku kepada gadis di ujung sana. Sebuah rencana untuk mewujudkan mimpinya sebagai seorang seniman lukis yang dapat dikenal di negaranya dan luar negeri. Sebuah kedipan dari gadis itu kembali membuat dunianya berhenti dan membawanya ke alam mimpi, dimana gadis tersebut berada di bawah pohon sembari memetik buah-buah apel sementara si pria hanya duduk sambil melukiskan keindahan yang ada di depan matanya. Akankah ini menjadi sebuah cinta yang sakral dan suci? karena perasaan ini terbit pada pandang pertama.

Arllette Kimble was only eight years old when her family was accused of being witches when calamity struck the human village where she grew up. They were condemned. The night before her father's death, she saw her father transformed into a giant werewolf. The same night, she was taken as a sacrifice and placed in a cave where wolves howled each night. But when she was about to escape, she heard a manly voice claiming, "Mine" before she felt a sting on her neck and loss her consciousness. Little did she know that it was the Alpha king who has claimed her and was bound to change her ordinary life. What lengths the Alpha King will go to in order to satisfy his hidden obsession?