I Am Not Starfire Author

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.

My best friend and I go to a music festival together. There, my brother's girlfriend locks me in the toilet. "Young women these days are so shameless—I can't believe you had the nerve to seduce my CEO boyfriend! I'm going to teach you a lesson today since your parents obviously didn't raise you right!" She refuses to listen to my explanation. She pours dirty water all over me before slapping me in public and stripping me. Then, she brands me with an insult. By the time my brother arrives, I'm tormented beyond recognition. "I can explain, Spencer! I thought you were lying when you said she was your sister!"

On campus, Emily was surrounded by several girls. Each of them slapped Emily's face and insulted her with dirty words. Emily wanted to stand up and fight back, but her arm was stomped heavily on the ground by one of them. There were many people around who walked indifferently, as if they were no longer shocked by this scene. The second girl kicked Emily's face, "Omega is the lowest level of trash, you should have died long ago..." Suddenly their phones rang, and one of them exclaimed, "The four Alphas are having a party! They actually came back home!..." They all picked up their phones to read the text messages, "I received an invitation to the party..." "I received it too!"... They kicked Emily a few more times and cursed a few times before leaving, leaving Emily alone. Emily got up from the ground tremblingly. She picked up her phone a few meters away. Emily found that there were more than a dozen missed calls from Luna. She suddenly panicked and called back nervously. Luna's voice pierced her eardrums, "Where did you die? The four Alphas and the guests are all at home now. Come back here quickly..." Emily was stunned for a moment after hearing the words of the four Alphas, I felt even more panicked.

Kim Evelyn—known to those closest to her as Ivy—never imagined her third wedding anniversary would turn into a nightmare. Her husband, Rico, didn’t just betray her—he brought his mistress into their bed. The pain and humiliation scorched her heart, leaving her no choice but to walk away from the home that once symbolized their love. But Ivy’s escape led her into a night that would change everything. Beneath the glimmering lights of an upscale bar, she met Joshua Miller—a dangerously charming man with a captivating smile and an offer too tempting to resist. Revenge. Sweet, calculated revenge. But there was a catch: Ivy had to surrender herself to a game far more seductive than anything she’d ever imagined. As vengeance ignited and passion flared, the line between game and reality began to blur. Dark secrets loomed. Hidden dangers stirred. And Ivy was forced to make an impossible choice—move forward and risk losing everything, or retreat into the scars of her past. Can Ivy take control of this wicked game? Or will she end up the pawn—consumed by desire, ambition, and a betrayal more dangerous than the one she fled?

Sabrina didn't even see it coming. In her defense, she didn’t mean to fall for him. It just happened. She and Ivan Golovin weren't supposed to exist but he was everything she wanted. But he's forbidden. He was her mother's best friend. And falling in love with him would cost her everything. She falls for the man not knowing he's the monster who wants to kill her.

Laura Azzahra Alibasyah, seorang gadis remaja yang terlahir dari keluarga harmonis. Namun, dimasa lalu terjadi suatu insiden yang menyebabkan Laura kehilangan ingatannya serta mengubah keseluruhan dari tatanan kehidupan Laura. Kepribadiannya yang sangat ceria, seketika berubah menjadi dingin. Laura berusaha untuk mendapatkan kembali ingatannya sekaligus mencari jawaban atas kebencian sang bunda pada dirinya. Dalam perjalanan kehidupan Laura, ia bertemu dengan sosok Rafael yang mengajarinya tentang arti kehidupan. Tapi, siapa sangka jika mereka dipermainkan oleh takdir. Apakah Laura bisa mendapatkan kembali ingatannya? Dan apa yang akan ia lakukan jika berhasil mendapatkan ingatan itu? Baca lika-liku kehidupan Laura dalam novel Not Allone.

Rheyner Aditya Effendi dan Nadira Almira adalah sepasang sahabat yang tumbuh bersama sejak balita. Di akhir masa putih abu-abu Rheyner menyadari kalau ternyata dirinya memiliki rasa sayang sebagai seorang pria pada Nadira. Rheyner menahan diri untuk mengungkapkan perasaannya. Namun, ia sudah mulai merancang masa depan untuk dilalui bersama Nadira. Rheyner akan menjadikan Nadira ratu dalam kehidupannya kelak. Sayangnya, tidak semua hal berjalan sesuai jalan pikiran Rheyner. Apalagi sejak dirinya mendapatkan beasiswa ke Jepang. Kesalahpahaman kerap menghampiri. “Nggak usah peduli sama aku lagi. Jangan jadi sahabatku lagi. Jangan lagi urusin kehidupanku. Kamu urusin aja hidup kamu. Kita sampai di sini aja. Kalau perlu kita nggak usah saling kenal lagi. Kamu bebas sekarang." Air mata Nadira sudah membanjiri wajah. Ia hempaskan tangan Rheyner. Ego Rheyner tersentil. Amarah menguasai diri. “OKE, GUE NGGAK AKAN PEDULI SAMA LO LAGI! GUE NGGAK MAU JADI SAHABAT LO LAGI!” Nadira segera berlalu dari hadapan Rheyner. Napas Rheyner terengah. Matanya memerah. Kedua tangannya masih terkepal. Pelan tapi pasti cairan bening keluar dari sudut matanya. Apakah semua benar-benar akan berakhir sampai di sini? Apakah pernikahan yang dibayangkan oleh Rheyner tidak akan pernah menjadi nyata?

She was a prostitute, she needed money, and she had to be a substitute to get the money she needed. But, why should she become a substitute for someone else who ran away from her fate? Why should she marry a man she didn't love? Her mother prayed that she would find a man who loved her and give her happiness, but she ended up marrying a man who only knew to torture her and gave her sadness. After all, that was the price she should pay for her mother's life.

They loathed her, and she grew up wondering why. Years pass by. The Alpha's heir finds out that she is his mate. Disgusted, he rejects her because she is the traitor's daughter. After the rejection she runs into the woods. She couldn't think of a reason she had to pay for the sins of others. Was she really a traitor's daughter? Will the young Alpha regret his rejection? Does he deserve a second chance? What will happen when fate pairs her with yet another powerful Alpha? But the problem is, she is too young to feel the bond...

"Hayden, you have been a bad boy have you not?" Vincenzo said to me as he unclasped his belt and drew it off his waist, his muscles flexing. "What do you mean-" "Turn around!" He demanded from me as he did so before I could do it. He wrapped the belt around my hands and tightened it. "Vincenzo?" I whisper yelled at him with a glare. "Get on your knees little prince and open your mouth for me. Daddy needs to punish you." "Why?" "Shut your mouth before I do it with my dick Hayden," he threatened me with an evil smirk. "You would not dare!" I snapped at him before letting out a gasp as he pulled his hardened cock out of his boxers, the cap of the monster pink and shiny with precum. "Oh little prince, I would dare," he said as he forced me to my knees with a hand on my shoulder. "Good boy," he groaned as he slid his dick into my mouth, my wetness wrapping around his cock. "Ah, your mouth feels so good," he murmured. And then he began to move, his cock growing more inside of my mouth. ...... Hayden and Vincenzo clash in a battle of wits and strength. Though they are attracted just as much as they despise each other, they are drawn together in an intense and dangerous game. It takes two to tango. It takes two to play the dangerous game. And the winner takes all.