It's Just A Bad Day Not A Bad Life

The beastfolk are a powerful race, and to strengthen our family's power, Father arranges marriages for both me and my stepsister, Arya Hearthguard. In our past lives, Arya entered a high-profile marriage into the wealthy, powerful dragon clan, while I was forced to wed into the crumbling lion clan. The clan leader of the dragons—Draken Vorgath—was cold and detached. He cared more for gold than his bride, leaving Arya in a glided cage of loneliness. Overwhelmed by the desolation, she seduced the future leader of the fox clan, who was flirtatious.. And when the scandal exploded, Draken resolutely divorced her. Arya's scandal brought shame upon our family. Despite Father's favoritism, he was compelled by family honor to exile her in disgrace. Clan leader of the lions and King of the Jungle—Kael Hawthorne—was a man of unwavering devotion. Our marriage blossomed, and within a year, I bore him a golden lion cub blessed with the Aetheric Divinity. With the Aetherborn, Kael rose to rule all beastfolk as the chieftain, and I became their most revered chieftess. Consumed by envy, Arya sneaked into my son's first birthday feast and strangled the golden lion cub in his cradle. Then, she set the place ablaze and burned me alive along with it. When I wake up, I am back on the very day of our marriage. This time, Arya volunteers to marry into the lions and leaves me the chance to marry into the dragons. I accept everything meekly with only a tenth of her dowry and marry Draken. Later, she bleeds her dowry dry, propping up the lion clan, only to fail in conceiving a cub. When the elders demand she mate with other males, regret drowns her. As for me, all I want in his new life is an heir and a quiet life among the dragons. But no one warns me about the dragons, least of all that my supposedly cold-hearted husband will relentlessly demand me once awakened. Or that his members came in pairs and ridges!

"I'm in love with your body Soph, not you. . ." He doesn't do Love, He only does Fuck. He is a Son of the Devil, preferably, the first son.

The one I've loved for ten years hates me to his core. He comes up with various ways to hurt and belittle me. He even deliberately lets me hear him having a steamy night with someone else. "You're the unsightly blemish that marred my otherwise perfect life," he says. The thing that he regrets the most in his entire life is getting to know me. In the end, I die. However, he regrets it dearly.

เควิลนั่งเอนกายพิงพนักพิงเก้าอี้ตัวใหญ่ ในมือแกว่งไกว่แก้วไวน์ไปมา แล้วกระดกมันลงคอรวดเดียว เขามองหญิงสาวยืนก้มหน้า เธอมองมือตัวเองที่จิกกันไปมา เขาขมวดคิ้วเล็กน้อย ไม่เข้าใจในสิ่งที่หญิงสาวตรงหน้าเอ่ยเมื่อครู่ "เธอว่ายังไงนะ?" ชายหนุ่มเอ่ยถามคนตัวเล็กที่ยืนนิ่ง เธอยังคงก้มหน้ามองพื้น เขามองเธออย่างไม่เข้าใจ "ถ้าพี่ยินดีช่วย ปราณยินดีขายความบริสุทธิ์ให้พี่" ปรรณพัชร์เอ่ยเสียงสั่น พยายามรวบรวมความกล้าของตัวเอง เธอมีเหตุผลที่ต้องทำแบบนี้ ทุกอย่างเกิดขึ้นเพราะความจำเป็น ไม่มีใครอยากขายความบริสุทธิ์แลกกับเงิน ไม่มีใครอยากทำในสิ่งที่น่าอับอาย แต่ที่เธอทำก็เพราะไม่มีทางเลือก "...." ชายตรงหน้าไม่พูดอะไร ปรรณพัชร์จึงเงยหน้าขึ้นมองเขา คนตัวโตที่นั่งอยู่ เขาดูเหมือนจะไม่พอใจที่เธอพูดแบบนี้ "ถะ...ถ้าพี่เควิลไม่ช่วย ปราณ..." "ถอดเสื้อผ้าแล้วมาหาพี่!"

Alecta Zeline diculik saat pulang menuju rumah sewanya yang berjarak 500 meter dari lokasi kejadian. Dia ditawari sebuah kontrak menjadi surrogate mother atas permintaan teman semasa SMA-nya, Freya Farista, seorang aktris terkenal. Alecta menganggap tawaran itu adalah sebuah kesempatan untuk balas dendam kepada Freya Farista yang telah membuat hidupnya jatuh dalam kemalangan. Alecta masih mengingat semua kejahatan yang pernah Freya lakukan padanya. "Semakin aku dekat dengannya lagi, bukankah itu semakin baik? Aku bisa membalaskan dendamku? Misalnya merebut suaminya?” Alecta tertawa. “Itu pasti menarik sekali!” . . . Dipublikasikan 27 Mei 2021 Cover: Canva [Mature Content] ©2021, Ilamy Harsa

Full name: Peachie Royal Nickname: Peach Age:18 Birthday: OCTOBER 10, 2002 Zodiac: Libra Height: 5'2 Most embarrassing moment: Peach is a Romance writer who doesn't believe in romance. Okay, she will admit it that she does believe in fairytales once in her lifetime. But sadly the prince charming who she thought will save her just left her! Who would have thought that her prince charming wouldn't choose her? That day she swore that she would not fall for a man with a prince's name. But destiny decided to become playful because a man named prince Caspian Sevastian just shook her life. Oh no!... what about her curse?! Is she going to break the curse spell just to love again?

I was eighteen when I donated one of my kidneys to Susie Grant, but she died to transplant rejection anyway, and I was chased out of the Grant family. Before long, the surgery incision festered, and I died of infection in the streets. When I opened my eyes again, I was five once more, and it was the day I was taken back to the Grant family's home. But this time, my brother Harry stepped in front of our parents, pointing at me as he said, "There's been a mistake. She's not actually my sister." Seeing the look of contempt in his eyes, I knew he had reincarnated too. As our parents left in disappointment, he shoved me a piece of candy and told me, "The Grant family just needs one daughter. There's no place for you among us if you can't save Susie."

My show-quality service beastkin doesn't like me. He only wags his tail for my sister. I then bring home a low-grade venting beastkin. But he's now so upset that he's nearly in tears. "Layla Manfred, there can only be one hound, and that's me!"

Her name was Cathedra. Leave her last name blank, if you will. Where normal people would read, "And they lived happily ever after," at the end of every fairy tale story, she could see something else. Three different things. Three words: Lies, lies, lies. A picture that moves. And a plea: Please tell them the truth. All her life she dedicated herself to becoming a writer and telling the world what was being shown in that moving picture. To expose the lies in the fairy tales everyone in the world has come to know. No one believed her. No one ever did. She was branded as a liar, a freak with too much imagination, and an orphan who only told tall tales to get attention. She was shunned away by society. Loveless. Friendless. As she wrote "The End" to her novels that contained all she knew about the truth inside the fairy tale novels she wrote, she also decided to end her pathetic life and be free from all the burdens she had to bear alone. Instead of dying, she found herself blessed with a second life inside the fairy tale novels she wrote, and living the life she wished she had with the characters she considered as the only friends she had in the world she left behind. Cathedra was happy until she realized that an ominous presence lurks within her stories. One that wanted to kill her to silence the only one who knew the truth.

"What would you do if you were given a second chance—not just at life, but at revenge?" When Paula Whitney watched her husband, Orlando Gilbert, introduce another woman as his lover in front of their entire family, her world crumbled. To make matters worse, Jeany Rosalia—the other woman—not only flaunted their affair but also brought along a child she claimed was Orlando’s. Humiliated and crushed under the weight of her family’s scorn, Paula did the only thing she could think of: she ran. But fate wasn’t kind. A tragic accident robbed her of everything—including her own body. Yet destiny had other plans. Paula awoke to find herself in the body of Vanessa Khiel, an up-and-coming singer on the brink of fame. Disoriented and reeling from the shock, she heard one final plea from the dying soul within—Vanessa's voice whispered through her fading strength: "Protect my little brother. And in return, I’ll help you get the revenge you deserve." Now, Paula lives as Vanessa. With Vanessa’s beauty, charisma, and growing influence in the entertainment world, Paula begins to orchestrate her revenge—determined to destroy Jeany and Orlando for the pain they caused. But just as her plan takes shape, Paula uncovers a secret behind Orlando’s betrayal… a truth that shakes the foundation of her hatred. And she begins to wonder: Is revenge ever enough… or does an old love still deserve a second chance? “You remind me of someone,” Orlando murmured, his eyes lingering on Vanessa with a longing that felt almost too familiar. “Who?” Vanessa replied with a faint smile, carefully hiding the irony behind her words. “Paula,” he whispered. “She was my wife.” Or will she drag Orlando down with her… into the depths of ruin?