Ill Manners

In the final second before the elevator crashed down, my husband finally picked up my desperate call for help. I begged him, who was in charge of elevator maintenance, to save me. "That elevator was just serviced. What game are you playing?" he snapped. "Wasn't your silent treatment so strong? Keep going and stop bothering me. It's Marina's birthday today." I never reached out to him again. I died. Later, he'd have given anything just to see me one more time.

On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body. She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward." My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again. Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."

Yanissa, la fille d’un homme d’affaires très riche est une jeune femme très belle mais, très arrogante. Elle a un copain au nom de Bosh qu’elle aime beaucoup et comme il est beau, elle en profite pour se vanter. Bientôt, Marco, un villageois venu du village pour une vie meilleure sera le chauffeur de son père.

Guia Jamero had everything a woman could ever dream of. She was happy and contented with her life. She has her ever-supportive parents, a stable job, caring friends, and a loving fiancé. She thought that everything is perfect not until the day when she was about to tie her knots with the man she loves. That day, everything in her life changed. Her dreamed fairytale turned out to be her worst nightmare. Unveiling the secrets from her past, how can a soul and a hopeless woman solve the mystery of her wedding day? Can she trust the people around her? Will she find the answer to her question, "Who killed me?"

Arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, Mafia/cartel romance As the only daughter of the Kansas City capo, at eighteen years of age, I was given to the son of my father’s consigliere, a man who was expected to accomplish great things for the famiglia. Things didn’t go the way we planned. There wasn’t love. My husband was a traitor, taking part in a coup against the famiglia. He’s now dead. I’m free. Until the fateful night my brother, our new capo, informs me that I’ve once again been promised in marriage. He explains that as a childless widow and the daughter of the late capo dei capi, I am desired. Requested. Aléjandro Roríguez is the son of the leader of the Roríguez cartel. My brother married a woman from the cartel, securing the Mafia/cartel alliance. He says that it’s now my turn. I’ve only met my future husband a few times, but I know without a doubt that I don’t like him. Loving him is impossible. I’ve lived in a marriage without love. I won’t do it again. Aléjandro lives a dangerous existence. Death saved me once before. Maybe it will again. Have you been Aleatha’d?

“No! Please, Santiago--” I whimpered, as his hand seized my wrist with an iron grip, yanking me forward, dragging me effortlessly toward the chair he had pulled into the center of the room the night before. The symbol of my humiliation. He stopped right in front of the chair, spinning me around, facing him. "You want me to be your monster, mi ángel?" His hand grabbed my throat, tilting my chin up until my eyes locked with his dark gaze. I flinched from the sudden movement. "Cause I’ll be your favorite monster — just say the word, cariño." Santiago’s face hovered only inches from mine. His lips so close, I could taste the sweetness of his breath — once making butterflies take flight in my stomach, now curdling my insides into a cold, suffocating fear. Slowly, his free hand rose toward my face. I held my breath. His touch was deceptively soft and gentle, caressing my cheek. His thumb lingered against my lips, tracing them slowly, his eyes fixed there as he spoke — his voice soft, yet heavy with menace. "Divorce is not an option, mi amor. We took a vow five years ago. Remember?" He finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, catching every flicker of fear before he delivered his last words like a verdict: "Till death do us part."

The story follows a person transported to another world as a dwarf named Karma. While living a quiet life in this new realm, Karma encounters Freya, a succubus Demon Lord, who commands him to undertake a seemingly impossible task: assist her in completing her mission in this world. Freya presents Karma with a stark choice—ascend the Sky Tower of Doom to kill her or remain in the tower and love her for eternity. As Karma grapples with this dilemma, he meets Mirai, the world’s hero, who is desperately hunting him to obtain the Black Crystal embedded in his body. Mirai pleads with Karma to sacrifice his life for the sake of humanity and her mission on this planet. However, when Karma refuses, she offers an alternative: she’ll stop attacking him if he agrees to join her and live peacefully in the city of humans. Caught between the conflicting demands and missions imposed by the goddess on both the Demon Lord and the hero, Karma is thrust into a chaotic, nerve-wracking, and relentless adventure that upends his tranquil existence, forever altering his peaceful life.

I May Love You... but I Hate You More Rena thought she could move on. Yoké thought he could forget her. But when fate throws them back into each other’s lives, old feelings ignite into something far more dangerous. Jealousy becomes their language. Revenge becomes their game. And every misunderstanding pushes them deeper into a cycle of passion and hate they can’t escape. They say love conquers all… but what if love is the very reason they destroy each other? ★Sequel to Till Worlds Do Us Part

Semua berawal dari perkenalan tak sengaja antara Hyun Myungsuk, seorang komikus amatir dan Bae Jihyun, penulis novel pendatang baru di sosial media. Keduanya meet up di Seoul untuk membahas rencana kolaborasi project gabungan mereka. Sayangnya, rencana itu tidak berjalan dengan mulus, karena Myungsuk dan Jihyun mendapat gangguan dari berbagai pihak. Sebut saja Jang Beomgyu, editor yang meragukan hasil karya mereka dan diam-diam menaruh rasa pada Jihyun. Lee Dantae, pacar Jihyun yang punya rahasia besar di balik ketenarannya, juga mulai cemburu pada kedekatan Jihyun dan Myungsuk. Lalu ada si barbar Kim Sunmi, komikus profesional yang merupakan kekasih Myungsuk. Sifatnya posesif, cemburuan dan kekanak-kanakan. Tekanan dari berbagai sisi membuat keduanya harus mencari cara agar kolaborasi terbaik mereka membuahkan hasil maksimal. Masalahnya kian pelik, saat Kim Wooseok, seorang rapper yang punya brand pakaian terkenal, meminta Sunmi mencari model yang pas untuk dipotret bersama Lee Dantae. Sunmi kemudian mengajukan sebuah permintaan pada Myungsuk. Dan hal-hal yang berkaitan dengan Kang Wooseok ini, pelan-pelan menyeretnya pada masalah kejelasan hubungannya dengan Ji Seojin, kakak Sunmi. Till The End Of The World, tiga kisah dengan masing-masing konflik yang membelenggu mereka. Menyadarkan Jihyun bahwa semua yang M katakan, seorang penyiar misterius di stasiun radio Daegu, benar adanya. Bahwa hubungan yang baik butuh banyak pengertian dan pengorbanan.

Everyone who lives will die, and nothing they do can stop it. That's the way things are. The circle of life. And a single undeniable truth. The minute we are born we start our journey of that cycle and we will continue down that path until we take our very last breath. However, not all life spans are the same. Some people live to an old age. Others die young. Some die of natural causes, and others die of accidents, murder, or disease. It's the sad truth of being human and death doesn’t discriminate. But what if someone could see their death coming? Would they do everything in their power to stop it from happening, or would they live their lives to the fullest since they knew it was coming to an end? Would they fight tooth and nail to be able to stay earthside for even a minute longer or would they succumb to the inevitable? This is the universal question and the only ones who can answer it are the people who saw their deaths, people like me. My name is Remi Woods. I'm eighteen years old, and for as long as I can remember, I've been able to see how a person will die with a single touch. At first, I wasn't quite sure what was happening and I was terrified that maybe I was going crazy, but after my visions kept coming to fruition no matter what I did, I knew I was different, and not in a good way.