Indonesian History

​To the world, Nathan is an ice-cold titan—a billionaire CEO who built an empire on ruthless dominance and a predator’s intuition. But beneath the charcoal weave of his tailored suits beats the heart of a beast. Behind the reinforced glass of his penthouse, he battles a primal hunger and a violent history that his public persona can barely contain. He is an Alpha without a mate—a king ruling a lonely, concrete forest. ​Then he catches her scent. Santa. A brilliant, broken university student, she is a flicker of light surviving on the fringes. She is a survivor fleeing a nightmare, her pulse thrumming with a fear that calls to Nathan’s most lethal instincts. The connection is instant—a soul-deep recognition that shatters Nathan’s control. He doesn't just want her; he recognizes her. ​When her past finally catches up to her, Nathan doesn't rely on human laws. He yields to the wolf. In an act of savage protection, he claims her, whisking her away in a meticulously orchestrated "rescue" that feels more like a kidnapping. ​Now, she is trapped in a gilded cage of silk and steel. Her every need is met by the man who watches her with glowing, possessive eyes. As the walls of the penthouse close in, she is forced to reconcile her terror with a devastating truth: the only person capable of shredding her enemies is the monster who stole her freedom. ​As the lines between protection and possession vanish, she realizes that in his quest to keep her safe, Nathan hasn't just caged her body—he has marked her soul.

Blackmailing a billionaire was Mia Roseford's last shot at keeping her dying sister alive. It was a desperate plan, but desperation was nothing new to her. The moment she walked into Lucas Norwig's office, she believed her hope was finally turning into reality. But something felt off—Lucas's intense gaze, the way he seemed to know her better than she knew him, like he was holding on to something—something she should remember but couldn’t. Lucas had never forgotten her. He met Mia and was in love with her over ten years ago but Mia abandoned him heartbroken and only returning now to threaten him with his past secret that can ruin his reputation. However, instead of paying her off, Lucas decides he’ll make her his wife. If she can't remember the past, he’ll ensure she has no choice but to create a future with him. What starts as an intricate game of leverage and desperation soon spirals into a battlefield of forgotten memories, rekindled feelings, and undeniable passion. Now caught up in an arranged marriage that neither of them exactly planned for, Mia and Lucas must cautiously navigate fields filled with traps of trust and betrayal. As their shared history slowly gets revealed and buried feelings resurface, they are forced to confront the truth about their past. With old enemies lurking in the background and new threats emerging, the question becomes: can they restore what was lost, or will the very secrets that brought them together tear apart their rekindled love?

When powerful mafia boss Nico Ricci's sheltered younger sister Aleta suffers a mysterious hit-and-run that leaves her with complete amnesia, fate places her in the hands of her brother's greatest rival—Elio Castellano. Elio, thirteen years her senior and harboring deep resentment toward the Ricci family, recognizes her immediately. Instead of returning her to her brother, he seizes this opportunity for revenge by convincing the vulnerable Aleta that they're secretly married. What begins as a cold deception grows complicated as their chemistry ignites into passion. As Aleta gradually recovers fragments of her memory, she discovers they have a forbidden history: a summer romance in Italy years ago that her brother ruthlessly ended with lies and manipulation. But Aleta's accident wasn't random. As Nico tears the city apart searching for his sister, dark secrets emerge about his criminal empire that even Aleta wasn't meant to discover. The hit-and-run that stole her memory may have been ordered by someone much closer than either Elio or Aleta could have imagined. Caught between family loyalty and consuming love, Aleta must decide whom to trust when her full memory returns. Meanwhile, Elio faces an impossible choice between his thirst for vengeance and the woman who has unexpectedly captured his heart. In a world where passion and danger collide, Aleta and Elio are on a treacherous path toward truth and redemption. Their journey exposes the thin line between love and revenge, proving that some vows, even forgotten ones, are destined to be remembered—and some secrets are meant to be revealed.

Before our wedding, my fiancée, Sarah Hargrave—a professor of medieval history—held a private ceremony in a secluded chapel in the countryside. But not with me. Under the glow of candlelight, she cradled Benjamin Wheeler—her first love, his face gaunt from the cancer consuming him—in her arms. Her smile was soft, almost reverent, as she murmured, "In the eyes of God, vows made before the altar are the only ones that matter. Even if the law says I belong to Daniel, my soul was never his." And so, to the faint echo of hymns and the scent of old incense, they drank from the same silver cup, exchanged rings, and stepped together into the dimly lit sacristy—their makeshift bridal chamber. I watched. Silent. Motionless. No outbursts, no demands for explanation. Just the quiet dialing of a clinic to undo the vasectomy I'd gotten for our future. From fifteen to thirty, I had loved Sarah for fifteen long years. But in all that time, there'd never been room for me. That space had always belonged to Benjamin, my stepbrother. So I let her go. Afterward, I joined a geological research team bound for the isolation of Antarctica—a land cut off from the world, quiet and clean. Before I left, I handed Sarah a divorce agreement…and a final gift to mark the end. I never anticipated that Sarah, who'd always met my devotion with frosty detachment, who'd never once glanced back as I walked away, would look ten years older overnight.

Born under the blood moon, Menodora ia marked for death from her first breath, a half shifted at birth and a curse in the eyes of her pack, she lived in isolation her whole life, always in fear of possible execution. Then one night, everything changes…no longer is she just a curse not to be named, but a culprit in the death of the only heir of the Alpha. With only half shifted claw prints as evidence of her crime, Menodora is immediately sentenced to be executed with the Moon Council watching over her execution. The unexpected happens and for the first time in 18 years, she shifts fully, destabilizing the equilibrium of the moon…the very thing the Moon Council fears,now unfolds before their very eyes. In the chaos, Menodora escapes into Rougeland and comes into contact with Orvax, an exiled rogue Alpha.  Their fates somehow end up tangled not by the moon, but by their own choice…what starts out as a fragile alliance now stirs into something that neither of them can control. But the Moon Council is always watching, hot on her trail and waiting for the right moment to erase her existence completely. Unknown to her, she is the last descendant of the Blood-bound women, a line of powerful wolves that do not bow to the moon. The Council, unable to control them, resorted to wiping them out of the history books for daring to challenge them  and their barbaric rules. When killing Menodora fails, they try to break her and bend her to forcefully do their bidding, but they soon realize that she is not one to be controlled. With Orvax choosing to stay by her side as her mate, she becomes to the end to usher in a new beginning…

The Moon Goddess never chose me. At least, that’s what I thought. Abandoned as a baby, raised as Ridge Storm Pack’s pity project, I learned to fight for every grade, every scrap of respect, every breath inside Silver Ridge Academy’s walls. A place built on the Great Accord where wolves, fae, witches, and dragon-blooded heirs train together under wards older than memory. A place where dominance is currency, and I’ve always been bankrupt. Then they found me. Callum. Jaxon. Rory. Seth.
The Ridge Storm Quadruplets. Thirty-five years old, untouchable, infamous. Alphas without a Luna, warriors feared across Lycandra, second only to the Supreme Alphas who oversee the realm for the triplet Lycan Kings themselves. They say no wolf has ever been chosen by four Alphas. The bond resonance that detonated between us has never happened in history—ten out of ten on the wards. Unprecedented. Impossible. And yet, here we are. Their storm, their blaze, their rogue, their prince.
My shadows. My chains. My undoing. Every touch sparks like lightning. Every glance feels like a promise I’m terrified to believe. Because if the Goddess gave me to them, She can take it back. And I don’t know what’s more dangerous—fighting this bond, or surrendering to it. One thing is certain: the closer my birthday—and my first shift—draws, the more the power inside me rises. Something none of us understand. Something even the Supreme Alphas are watching. And when the truth comes out, not even the Great Accord will save me.

I made a mistake that could ruin me. I fell for a man I should’ve feared. At sixteen, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Gianni Rossetti. My best friend’s father. A ruthless billionaire. A cold-blooded villain. A man twice my age, who could destroy me with a single look. For years, I was nothing to him—a silly girl with a foolish crush. But I couldn’t forget those icy blue eyes, the way his presence made the world feel small and dangerous. By the time I was twenty-one, I knew I should’ve walked away, left my fantasies behind. But then, one night, Gianni noticed me. And my world turned upside down. He didn’t just see me—he ‘claimed’ me. Every forbidden fantasy I’d ever had, he brought to life. He touched me, possessed me, made me feel things that shattered everything I thought I knew. With him, I wasn’t just a woman; I was ‘his’. But the deeper I fall, the darker it gets. Gianni’s world is filled with secrets, shadows that whisper of violence and betrayal. His past is more than just a dark history—it’s a deadly curse that threatens to consume us both. I knew he was dangerous, but I never imagined this. Now I’m trapped, caught in a web of desire and deceit, and the deeper I go, the harder it is to find my way out. But the worst part? I’m not sure I want to escape. Not if it means losing him.

I, Xavier Locke, had married the same woman, Melanie Slater, seven times. But for the sake of her first love, Leonard Blueman, she divorced me seven times. The first time we got married, she told me, "I'll only love you for the rest of my life." But every time Leonard came back to the country, she sang a different tune. "Can't you be more sensible? How can you bear to stand by and let Lenny be called a homewrecker who snatches a married woman from her husband?" The first time we divorced, I cut my wrists to make her stay. I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, but she never showed up even once to see me. The third time we divorced, I humbled myself and applied to be her assistant at her company. I did that just so I could see her a little more. By the sixth divorce, I had learned to quietly pack my things and move out of the home we shared. My hysteria, my repeated backing down, and my tolerant compromises brought me nothing—just Melanie repeatedly divorcing and remarrying me. Time and time again, she pulled the same trick. With history repeating itself, I decided enough was enough. After hearing that Leonard was coming back again, this time, I handed her the divorce papers myself. As always, she set a date for our next remarriage. But what she didn't know… was that I was leaving for good this time.

The city lights of Valenfort burned bright against the suffocating dark like a gem tainted by blood. Beneath that glittering surface lay nameless alleys where the scent of iron and the echoes of screams intertwined into a symphony of hell. No one remembered the last time they saw a real sunrise for this city had long belonged to the night. Evelyn Cross , a fourth-generation vampire hunter of the secretive order known as The Order of the Thorn , was born in blood and sworn to die for her mission. She had once watched her father torn apart by a pureblood vampire, a creature so fearsome that humans dared only whisper its name in prayer. Since that day, Evelyn lived like a blade cold, unfeeling, and driven by the hunt. Until she met Lucien Draven , the Blood King of Valenfort who ruled the shadows with a calm smile and eyes that could stop a heartbeat. Lucien did not kill Evelyn upon their first encounter. Instead, he saved her from the very comrades who had betrayed her. A vampire saving a hunter such a thing had never happened in the history of either world. Evelyn despised him… yet could not kill him. Lucien desired her… yet knew his love was her death sentence. In Valenfort, a war of blood is rising. The ancient vampire houses are clawing for dominance, while the hunters’ order fractures under betrayal and deceit. Amidst gunfire, betrayal, and desire, Blood War is not merely a battle between species but between the heart and fate itself. “In the world of darkness, truth isn’t written in ink… but in blood.”

On the night she was meant to become Luna, Althea was publicly rejected by her fated mate. Cast aside by Alpha Lucien and exiled from the only pack she had ever known, she was left broken, humiliated, and marked as unwanted. But rejection did not destroy her. It awakened her. Taken in by the rival Nightfall Pack, Althea begins rebuilding herself in silence—training harder, growing stronger, refusing to let betrayal define her. Yet strange things begin to happen. Ancient wards react to her presence. A forgotten moonstone pulses beneath the keep. And when she sleeps, she hears whispers… thoughts that do not belong to her. Althea can read minds. What she doesn’t know is that her bloodline was erased centuries ago—wiped from history after a royal betrayal that shattered the balance of the werewolf world. The Moon Goddess has not forgotten. And now, the scales are shifting. As her hidden power awakens, so does something else. The broken mate bond she thought was dead begins to stir. Lucien feels it. Across territories and pride, he senses her transformation—and regret begins to consume him. The girl he cast aside is no longer weak. She is becoming dangerous. But Althea is no one’s pawn. Not fate’s. Not the Goddess’s. And certainly not the Alpha who rejected her. With rival packs watching, ancient secrets resurfacing, and two powerful Alphas drawn to her rising strength, Althea must decide who she will become: The rejected Luna… Or the royal wolf the world tried to erase.