In Front Of My Salad

“WHEN DESTINY BRINGS YOU INTO A GAME” MEET ALBYAZKA STEVANO__ He's the perfect man. Young, handsome, rich, multitalented, until he got the title of the perfectionist boss. Makes Alby always take everything easy, including women. However, everything began to change after an accidental meeting at that time. Alessia Mikhayla, a girl's name who can destroy Alby's easy thoughts about women with just a nickname from her. A fierce and stubborn woman who makes Alby interested and challenged to get it. MEET ALESSIA MIKHAYLA__ is a beautiful 'secret agent' who is famous for being fierce and stubborn. Women who are free and don't like being regulated let alone being restrained seem to hate a lot of things. Including, Albyazka Stefano. Since their first meeting which could not be said to be good as well as other unexpected meetings that left a lot of bad events, Alessia's space for movement was limited. Alessia hates it. Hates the limitations of life like a pet bird because of Alby's actions as he claims to be a lover in front of the media. After everything that happened, how could Alessia let him? Turning himself into the man's toy? Well… Albyazka Stevano needs to know that Alessia is not an easy woman to beat. Wait for the time…. Alessia will prove it. Let's see….

He was tricked into the Lone Wolf’s den and fell into a silver trap. The trap was filled with countless silver nails that burned into his wounds. He had a chance to survive—even if he would lose his Inner Wolf, at least his life could be saved, as long as he could be treated by the healer. But my Alpha husband, Anthony, the noble leader of the wolf pack, took the only healer away, giving him to his white moonlight son, Lucas, to treat his wounds. Meanwhile, our son, in the treatment room next door, could not heal from the silver-inflicted wounds. His blood flowed continuously until his golden wolf eyes lost all their light. I mentally reached out to Anthony, begging him to let me see our son one last time, but in the eyes of that high-and-mighty Alpha, there was nothing but disgust for our child. "Your son is truly ‘exceptional’—weak like a pup, yet he dared to enter the Lone Wolf’s den!" "Lucas nearly got pierced by a silver blade trying to save him! And what did your son do? He ran away without a second thought!" "I will not acknowledge such a cowardly bloodline! From this day on, his right to inherit is revoked!" After he spoke, he severed the mental link. My blood froze in my veins. In that moment, my dying cub shared his memories with me— I saw Lucas drive the silver nails into his own palm. I saw him turn and flee when the Lone Wolf attacked, while my child, despite trembling in pain, chose to fight the Lone Wolf to protect the pack. Until the very end, he fulfilled the duty of an Alpha’s son. And Anthony dares to say he is unworthy of the “Alpha bloodline”? That night, the moonlight over the wolf territory turned crimson. Anthony, you will soon realize— It wasn’t just my son’s flesh that was pierced by silver, but your prejudice as well! Your prejudice killed your own child.

Safiya, sang sekretaris yang begitu cantik, menjalani hari-harinya dengan profesional di kantor. Hingga suatu hari, hidupnya berubah saat tanpa sengaja mendengar pengakuan mengejutkan sang bos. Kala itu, Safiya sedang mengantar dokumen ke ruang kerja atasannya. Di sana ternyata sudah menunggu sang Presdir, Papa bosnya . Tiba-tiba, dengan lantang sang bos menyebut Safiya adalah kekasihnya dan bahwa mereka segera menikah. Safiya membeku. Namun ancaman kuasa bosnya membuatnya mau tak mau harus berpura-pura setuju. Sejak itu, mau tak mau Safiya harus memerankan kekasih dari bosnya yang gila kerja itu di depan Presdir. Tapi lebih parahnya sang bos malah meminta Safiya untuk menjadi istri kontraknya. Akankah sandiwara ini benar-benar jadi kenyataan? Atau ada maksud tersembunyi dari sang bos? Ikuti kisah seru sang sekretaris ini dalam "Marrying My Boss"

A melody singing about lost and found lovers traveled through Harper's mind until she was overwhelmed. Her heart was pumping adrenaline into her bloodstream. This was her mate, the man she was supposed to be with. She couldn’t believe her eyes. "Happy birthday, Harper." A wave of heat burnt Harper's skin. Her heart was pounding, and she was growing nauseous—there was even a rush of adrenaline. "No-no-no, you can't be my mate!" Harper took a step back from her supposed mate, whose features grew dark. Looking at his face made her dizzy. "You're not a werewolf... You're gorgeous, but you're..." Harper gulped. "What are you?" *** Can a female become the alpha of her pack? According to her father, Harper is too soft to become the next alpha. Therefore, he has arranged for Harper to marry a werewolf of another pack. Someone more suited to become the next alpha. But Harper doesn't want to marry a stranger. She wishes to find her true mate, but where could he be?

In a dark world Aliyah stumbles on her mate in the midst of her troubled world and ex. He is a protector, mysterious and dangerous man. In the midst of unsettledness and wars Don Alessandro finds his mate. With the confusion and secrets it's extremely difficult for everything to work out as planned. Every danger makes them come out stronger or does it? Excerpt from story... As soon as Alessandro left my room, I devised a plan which I have to put into motion tonight. Around 10pm, I snuck out. I tried to sneak into Alessandro’s room. I was almost there when a bodyguard caught me of course. So I went for plan B. “Ooops.” I said dropping my coat and showing my see through nightee. “I will tell him you stared at my nakedness.” I said. “I am sorry.” He said shivering and scurried away. That was easy. Probably not the best idea but it worked. After a few minutes I kind of heard them talking about it. Seriously they should shut up. That guard went to tell his friends about it. How stupid. I thought they don’t talk. “You stared at who?” I heard Alessandro say angrily. Sorry to them no one asked them to gossip. This also means he will be coming soon… I have to find… Bingo! I can probably find something there. He thought keeping me away from his room will keep him safe. As soon as I put my hand in his jacket he called me. “Aliyah you don’t want to do that.” He said. Enemies in the mafia and pack can't wait to tear them to shreds. Danger always looms and in addition secrets cause distrust. Will the secrets break them or make them stronger.

"Everyone expects me to be Ari thunderbolt Black, the future of the Bayblue pack…pride of his parents…hero! Role model! Savior! It is too much and I cracked, okay?..." ** The last thing Ari, an Alpha wolf needs was another broken thing to fix but the moon goddess had other plans for him by presenting a long awaited mate in a form of his baby brother's suicidal girlfriend. Will Ari take up the biggest challenge of his life by taking on the responsibility of keeping someone who has no intention of being alive safe or will he take the much deserved rest and lose his chance at love forever? Every choice has consequences! Even a good man can make the bad choice. Excerpt from book. "Say what you must but it is a beautiful day to die" "Can you give me my father's car keys before you do that?!" I yelled at her "I can hear the river below the bridge calling my name, telling me it was time to come home. It is almost music to my ears" "I don't care! Just give me the car keys!" I yelled at her. "I am almost free" I was standing very close to her now. "Give me the keys, Aniston" She smiled." Aren't you going to talk me down?" "No" I stated as a matter of fact. Aniston turned around. "Ouch! Seriously dude, you suck at talking people down. You should leave. Today was supposed to be peaceful but you are messing it up for me. You are messing my whole plan up. Whether I choose to live or die is entirely my choice, sir. let me make it in peace" "I am warning you. My keys or I am pushing you over myself!" I warned her.

To my girlies who CRAVE the dark things, OBSESS over trigger warnings and YEARN for the explicit contents. Welcome to Mooncrust Academy. Anna, a cursed omega with an unknown origin. The only omega in an academy exclusive to werewolves with Alpha's blood, certainly the moon goddess must have made a mistake sending her a letter of admission. She's a weak omega bullied by all. She never thought she would see him again. Jace. Her childhood crush. Her rejected Alpha mate.  But three years later, here they are... Jace, an Alpha with uncontrollable bloodlust. He is the youngest and most powerful alpha in the west region. He is broken and burned with demons from his past; the only thing that will satisfy his quest is to bring Anna down to her knees, hopeless, helpless, and horny, and finally tortoure her for the death of his father.  What if guilty pleasures and attaining knowlegde is not the only thing going on in the Academy? What if there are demons lurking in the dark shadows of Mooncrust halls offering sexual pleasures and physical strength to students in exchange for their souls. Slowly and secretly building an army of possessed werewolves to destroy the werewolf realm forever, who will stop these forces?

At my lowest point that year, I took a job at a pet shop, where I was assigned to take care of a "gentle-tempered" silver-white Alaskan Malamute. Every time I went near him, he would lift his head and bury his nose against my chest, breathing in low, rough sounds that felt disturbingly like a grown man holding himself back. Especially when my hand brushed through his beautiful fur, his body would heat up, and his eyes would darken and burn with unmistakable possessiveness. Thinking he was sick, I rushed to find the shop owner. The owner gave me a long, meaningful glance. "He's not sick. But he only acts like this with you. "You need to bathe him, give him a full-body massage, and try giving him a little kiss. Otherwise, he might lose control." I had my doubts about the whole thing, but I didn't really have a choice. I went along with it anyway. Eventually, I told the friend who had gotten me this job everything that had been happening. After she heard me out, she went quiet for a second. Then, she looked at me strangely and said, "Have you ever thought that maybe you're not looking after a dog at all? What if he's actually a werewolf who can take human form, and he's in heat, using pheromones to mess with you because he wants to… You know, sleep with you?"

Okay, this story’s called My Model, and it starts pretty chill. Soo Ah’s just this regular art student, kind of awkward but sweet, and he needs someone to model for his class project. So, out of nowhere, he asks Devin—the quiet, serious guy with black hair, always dressed sharp, who gives off a mafia-ish vibe but still somehow shows up to school every day like it's normal. Soo Ah didn’t expect him to say yes. But Devin just looks at him and goes, “Be your model? Sigh... What a kid. I like you, though.” And boom. Now they’re meeting every other day, Soo Ah sketching with his ears red, and Devin pretending he’s not secretly enjoying the attention. It’s awkward, cute, and honestly? A little flirty. They don’t even realize how close they’re getting until one day, Devin asks, “You seriously want me to keep doing this?” And Soo Ah—nervous, but brave—just says, “Yeah. I like you.” So yeah, it’s a slow-burn, school-life BL. Funny, soft, and a little messy. But it’s about two boys figuring things out through art, teasing, and a whole lot of quiet moments that start to feel like something more.

(Standalone sequel of Nanny and the Alpha Daddy) Ella Morgan tried to earn an independent life in this dangerous city without her wealthy Alpha family's help. However, as a rookie lawyer, she was treated as no more than an errand runner. She wanted to meet her mate one day, but she didn't expect her mate would be someone who came from the biggest mafia family in the city... “Are you an Omega or a Beta?” he asked abruptly. I frowned, taken aback. “Why isn’t Alpha an option?” He pointed to the tear in my sleeve, to the plainness of my clothing. “Even if you were, I could tell what you truly are.” “And what would that be?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. He scoffed. “A peasant, clearly.”It was a fragrance I knew… I knew it all too well, in fact. It can’t be, I thought to myself, swallowing as I slowly turned back to face the figure standing by the window. “Miss…” He turned, and the light from the room illuminated his features. As soon as he saw me, his eyes widened in recognition, his posture straightened, and his voice trembled just slightly as he continued. “... Miss Morgan. Good evening.”