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Esther is accused of killing the princess. She is tortured by Alpha King Nicholas and the entire pack. She hopes to find her mate on her eighteenth birthday and escape a life of torment, only to find that her mate is Nicholas who hates her guts.

Arum kabur ke kota metropolitan setalah tahu kalau ia tidak lulus SMP. Kesulitannya membaca menjadikan ia dibenci oleh guru dan sering dicibir neneknya. Di sana, ia menemukan ibu angkat yang mengangkatnya menjadi perempuan sukses. Hingga ia menemukan sahabah dan cinta. Namun, penolakan calon mertua membawa Arum pada masa lalu yang buruk. Ia menjadi kembali buta untuk melihat dunia. Di antara cinta dan sahabat, siapa yang akan menolongnya?

When She Was Is, is about a girl known as Mimi; a normal, weak, diffident, ordinary girl in her quest to be special, or so she thought. She made one mistake, creating an identity online as Caroline, an opposite version of her; a sweet, beautiful, and admirable girl, meant to pull the heartstrings of the people who followed her. Yet through this identity, her normal, insignificant life is bound to change as she gets caught up with people who are meant to be special— a girl fighting against a family conspiracy, a charming prince seeking his goddess, and a tragic-fated girl who has incomparable beauty. One mistake in the past led to a twisted fate and her life never got more complicated than ever. Will she be able to take another step further?

Every tear I shed feeds his ego. Every whimper, his pride. Every bruise he leaves behind, his silent claim over me. He takes me cold. Leaves me ruined. And I wait - quiet, breathless, for the next time he comes back to break me again. He thinks he has me in the palm of his hand. Thinks I’m nothing without him. A fragile wife, meek, obedient. A weakness he never needed. I let him believe it. I never tried to break the illusion. As long as I have his hands on me, As long as his shadows reach for me, That’s enough. But in the dark, daggers roam. And with every sound my heels make, they fall. He still thinks I’m glass, But he hasn’t heard me shatter.

The intern, Clarissa Johnson slept with the president, Damien Lawrence during a company team-building event.She knew that Damien had a childhood sweetheart and that what happened was nothing more than an alcohol-induced frenzy.As such, Clarissa ran away in secret and acted as if nothing had happened. She never would have expected Damien to summon her for marriage just two weeks later. That was how Clarissa married into a wealthy family where she received the Lawrence family’s adoration. However, Damien was never friendly to her, not even for a day…

They say there is a fine line between love and hate, but where does one end and the other begin? When does something so pure become something so toxic that even you yourself cannot fathom when things changed? This story starts on the day that my parents were killed. That was the day that I felt like my entire life had ended. If only I knew then that it was only the beginning of the storm I would be made to endure. Struggling to grasp onto the threads of my unraveling life, I found comfort in the arms of someone I didn't truly know. His dangerously handsome looks and his lethal allure consumed me, and, despite my every instinct, I fell. He became my world, the very air I needed to breathe, the only one that I thought I could rely on... but then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. When the truth of my very existence and reality was revealed, he cast me aside and lit my world ablaze, leaving me to burn in the flames of his hatred. Even then, we were still intertwined together by one fate. My name is Yileyna De'Lacor, and this is my story. For updates, character aesthetics and more follow me on author.muse on IG and author muse on

EXCERPT. "What makes you think, I need to be repaid?" He asked and I went quiet wondering if I was insane for stopping him. "Well, you saved me," I told him and he stared deeply at me. "You will know then, and I also hope when the time comes, you will remember all you have said now". He added before proceeding with his movement. ********************************************** Acapella Williams. A girl who has an open mind is judged by the world because of her imperfections. Unfortunately, she finds herself entangled with the deadly man in the world. A man rumored to be the devil, who wears a gold mask with a skull diagram drawn on it. Mysterious, dangerous, tempting, alluring. He is all of these. Little Acapella finds herself torn between a world of hers and a world of his, especially when she finds out that her entire life was a lie. It is also discovered that her entire life was somehow linked to this same mysterious devil. Then she tries to flee, but the same devil is already obsessed with her. Now, will she succeed in her quest for freedom, or will she succumb to the darkness of this devil?

Upon waking up in the bed of her sister's husband, Christie gazed at the bruises and the hickeys on her body before eyeing the handsome man responsible for them, "Did you bring me here to violate me, bastard?" "Why would I do that?" questioned the man, grabbing my jaw. "Don't you remember that you texted me to meet you here?" "What? I could never do that to my sister! I must be drunk!" lamented Christie with wet eyes. "But, why did you take my virginity last night? "What else? I did it for revenge. Wouldn't it be interesting to bear the child of your ex-boyfriend, whom you cheated on?" whispered the shameless man into my ear, while simultaneously threatening me with severe consequences upon considering abortion. "No! You're my brother-in-law!"

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.

Ten years ago, the Harrington family went through a home invasion. My mother, a maid, shielded Liam with her life. Holding my hands tight, Liam promised, "Andrea, don't worry. I'll protect you forever." I believed him. Our bond grew naturally, and we had a beautiful daughter together. Then, she was diagnosed with leukemia. In her last days, all she wanted was to spend one birthday with her dad. I called him, desperate to make it happen. "Millie doesn't have much time left. All she wants is one birthday with you. Can you come?" His voice on the other end went icy. "Really? This your latest stunt? Using your dead mom wasn't enough, now it's our daughter for pity? Disgusting." I tried to deny it, but he cut me off. "Don't mess with her head. Learn from Vivian—she's got a real heart." That night, our daughter passed away. Later, Vivian posted on social media: [Finally taking that couples' trip someone promised me!] I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just texted Liam: [We're done.]