Icy Wicy

Perjodohan memaksa Icha dan Aldy untuk menjadi sepasang suami istri tanpa berlandaskan perasaan cinta.Sama-sama memiliki masa lalu yang menyakitkan membuat keduanya tidak menginginkan adanya hubungan yang melibatkan perasaan di dalamnya.Dapatkah keduanya menjalin kehidupan dengan cinta?Ataukah bayang-bayang masa lalu mengganggu pernikahan mereka?----Selamat membaca ... Jangan lupa untuk memberikan dukungannya untuk karyaku *,*

Wendy staggered forward at the hospital entrance. She held the Seventy Thousand Dollars she had received for selling her kidney. Her pale face carried a satisfied smile. That was enough to cure Lucas. She thought it was worthy to sell off her kidney for his life. She ignored her post-surgery weakness, and stumbled all the way to the hospital ward. Her heart ached even more as she looked at the frail man lying in bed. "Lucas, your lowly girlfriend is not around. Why put on a show?" "Shut up! I'm perfecting my acting. How else could I fool her?" A familiar, teasing voice came from inside. Wendy's hand froze on the door handle. What did he mean... by fooling her? Laughter and exclamations erupted from the room. "You're smart, Lucas! A fake medical report was all it took to make that woman believe you had cancer!" "I heard she handed over all her savings; all she had was only Eight Thousand Dollars!" "Eight Thousand Dollars? Lucas could simply spend more than that on a single bottle of liquor at the bar. Her money is worthless, yet she actually offers it."

I sexted him for months, dirty, shameless, anonymous.Then I met him.He’s older, hotter in person, and suddenly everywhere I turn.There’s something in his smirk… like he knows.And when the truth finally slips, I realize I’ve crossed a line I can’t uncross.

Hands. So many hands. They're everywhere, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, tangling in my hair. I can't see their faces, but I don't need to. I feel them. Three of them, surrounding me, claiming me. One behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot against my neck. Another in front, his mouth trailing fire down my throat. The third watching, waiting, his presence a dark promise.* "You're ours," one of them growls, and the sound vibrates through my entire body.

There is a secret about Freya’s birth, and everyone around her has worked hard to keep it from her. As a hybrid werewolf with powers never seen before, she is the best in her field with only one task; to kill. When her newest assignment turns out to be her mate, her life is thrown into chaos. She is determined to kill him and prove that she is worthy, but not even she is powerful enough to resist her mate’s calling. Freya may just have found a man worth submitting to, but three men? It must be the goddess’ cruel joke! Shadows of the past whisper their secrets and the biggest conspiracy surrounding her blood and the dangerous power it possesses may yet be unraveled. Freya will need an army at her side to face her demons, but first she must find a balance between her mates and stop them from killing each other before she can save the world from the dark forces that intend to break it. Join me on this exciting journey of exquisite love, dangerous lust, dark jealousy and possessiveness, and betrayals from the people you least expect it!

Sapphire’s greatest regret came from fucking a stranger she met, a stranger that went on to ruin her life.. But how could she hate him when he gave her three beautiful babies? Her babies must survive so she ran, hiding them from their father with everything she had. Damnation looms for the conqueror alpha king and he must chase after his runaway mate. Unaware of his three babies, he fights to claim her heart. She wlll not make it easy for him. She would bear a hundred whippings rather than be wed to that shameless old wolf that dared to covet someone younger than all of his daughters! She saw red and imagining his face, she threw the nearly empty bottle. The stranger moved so fast he grabbed it in his fist. She drooled at the sight of the most handsome, broad-shouldered stranger she ever saw in her life! When he changed direction,, she found herself rising to meet him. “I’ve never had a woman stone my face in our first meeting before.” . Even his voice was incredibly sexy. She giggled, staggering and he caught her. Their proximity thrilled her and when she stared up at him, she could swear his eyes were alive with lust as he stared at her lips. “I do other things other than stone faces. Want to go upstairs and find out?” She hit a sultry pose but suddenly staggered drunkenly. “You are drunk.” “Very. My clumsy fingers will need help getting out of this tight top. You’ll lend a hand won’t you?” She batted her lashes at him, surprised at her own provocativeness. . He smirked and pulled her in. “As you wish, my lady.” Even before they could get to the room, his taste was in her mouth and...

Alex was a normal high school student who expected to live an average life, but that all changes when a group of transfer students makes their appearance in his life. He is, for the most part, intrigued by the group and even takes a liking to the leader of the said group. But weird occurrences continuously arise until one night, Alex's life is completely changed.

She was supposed to be broken, forgotten, and left to fade into nothing. But fate had other plans. After escaping a cruel mate and the pack that betrayed her, Seraya is barely clinging to life when she’s rescued by strangers, two powerful wolves from the mysterious Obsidian Fang Pack. Alpha Lucian is cold, unreadable and terrifyingly powerful. Beta Kellan is warm, protective and far too charming and they both swear to keep her safe. But safety comes with a price and feelings she can’t afford. Caught between two dominant wolves, haunted by her past, and carrying a secret that could destroy everything, Seraya must decide. Will she run again? Or stay and fight for a future she never thought she deserved?

"I can't love you" "I'm philophobic" she added softly as she stared into his glimmering blue eyes. "Then we've got a deal" he replied with an icy tone.

My husband's childhood sweetheart kills my parents in an accident due to drunk driving. I want to call the police, but my husband blindfolds me and takes me to the cellar. I'm tormented and subjected to inhumane treatment for the next three years. After each torture session, an icy male voice will ring out in my ear. "Do you still hate her, Sabrina?" One day, I finally cave and submit to the icy voice. "No, I don't. I don't hate her anymore!" I hear my husband's joyous laughter on the other end of the line. On the day he welcomes me out of the cellar, I avoid his embrace. Yet he loses his mind when I ask him for a divorce.