Jaden Smith Kecelakaan

Hidup Jaden Pradipta, seorang duda beranak dua dengan hati yang dingin tiba-tiba berubah setelah pertemuannya di Paris dengan Lyla Anyelir Daphne, aktris yang kariernya hancur sebab terkena skandal sebagai pelakor.

The war between the two big packs of Lycans will finally end with their union, Alucard the new leader of the Sunshine pack knows that his marriage was arranged with a girl of the Moonlight pack. In the annual dance festival of the blue Moon Alucard, an homophobic and fuckboy alfa found his mate Jaden a cute, fragile and so beautiful boy gamma confused as an Omega, the youngest son of Moonlight pack, know by the name of “The fake Omega” Who didn't want to find his mate. Alucard bit him not knowing he was a boy... with a lot of witnesses it was obvious that Alice, Jaden’s older sister will never become the luna of the Sunshine pack, jealousy and hatred grew in her as she makes the best plan to separate them while this weird couple starts his trip with a lot of ups and downs to come. What will happen in the end?

Nora, a quiet and talented artist, has always kept to herself, letting her creativity speak louder than words. Life takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with Jaden, a charming and irresistible basketball star whose reputation for heartbreak precedes him. What starts as a casual connection soon spirals into a passionate and consuming romance, filled with stolen glances, secret moments, and undeniable chemistry. But love is never simple. Betrayal, heartbreak, and jealousy test the strength of their bond, forcing both Nora and Jaden to confront their deepest fears and desires. As they navigate the turbulence of young love, they must decide whether their hearts are strong enough to endure the storms—or if falling in love means falling apart. Tender, raw, and unforgettably intense, “The Art of Falling” is a story about love’s power to heal, transform, and sometimes, break us completely.

Matilda is conflicted with love and betrayal, as a difficult part of her past life is being revealed most unexpectedly. Will Matilda's affection for Jaden prevent her from avenging her parent's deaths? Or will she make use of the opportunity and lose her beloved lover?

She thought she was a beta. Until she turned twenty-one. Her late presentation as an omega shatters everything she believed about her future. Overnight, the rules change. In a world where omegas aren’t allowed to live independently without an alpha sponsor, her family refuses to claim her, and the law gives her only one year before she’s reassigned to a guardian alpha she doesn’t choose. She refuses to let that happen. She’s smart, sharp-tongued, and has never waited for permission in her life. If the system demands an alpha, she’ll find one herself. A powerful one. A rich one. One who gives her security without taking her freedom. But alphas are a disappointment. The chemistry is wrong. The entitlement is worse. And then, on one reckless night, everything changes. A dark club. A stranger who radiates control. One encounter that leaves her body finally still… and an alpha who disappears before she can ask his name. When she secures a coveted internship at a corporation that temporarily sponsors unbonded omegas, she thinks she’s bought herself time. Until her first day puts her face-to-face with the man she can’t forget. Her CEO. Her alpha. And the last man who wants to bond. He doesn’t claim omegas. He doesn’t mix desire with obligation. And he refuses to become what the system expects of him. But she’s done being patient. If survival means seduction, she’ll do it on her terms. Even if he fights it. Even if the bond they’re resisting is inevitable.

My mother never believed me. To her, I was always just a lying pup. In my pack, every cub wore a Moon Oath Collar. Red meant you lied. White meant you told the truth. My sister’s collar always glowed a soft white. Even when she pretended to be sick to get out of an exam, her collar only gave off that gentle white light. Mine was different. Even when I was truly sick, my collar would burst into a violent red, and the punishment current would follow immediately. On my sister’s birthday, Mother prepared a bonfire feast for the whole pack. Just before they left, a splitting pain tore through my head, and I collapsed on the floor, begging her to help me. For one second, she almost picked me up. Then my collar flashed red. “To ruin your sister’s birthday, you’re even pretending to die? What a vicious child.” Then she walked out with my sister and left me alone on the floor. I died alone on the cold floor. But when I opened my eyes again, I was no longer inside my body. My soul drifted after my mother as I whispered the truth she had never believed. “Mom… I wasn’t lying. I really died.” And when they finally found my body, the red collar on my neck was still flashing.

“Who are you?” “Your worst nightmare” “Ava… I thought you were dead?” When Ava discovers the devastating truth about Logan’s betrayal, her world crumbles. Fuelled by anger and thirst for revenge, she comes back with a new face and identity and embarks on a dangerous game of revenge. As the past and present collide, she is faced with the truth and has to make a decision; will she surrender to her desire for vengeance or risk everything for a second chance at love? Will she find her redemption and a chance to rebuild their love or will her pursuit of revenge destroy them both? Read to find out..

No dia que deveria ser o meu casamento... a noiva não era eu. A cerimônia pela qual esperei durante cinco anos se transformou em uma piada quando Valentina, minha irmã, entrou pelo corredor de mármore usando um vestido de noiva branco. Seu braço estava entrelaçado ao de Luca, o homem que deveria estar me esperando no altar. — Sinto muito, Bianca. — Disse ela suavemente. — Mas hoje você não é mais a noiva. Então ela tocou a própria barriga, os olhos brilhando de triunfo. — Estou grávida do filho de Don Romano. Suas palavras explodiram dentro da minha cabeça, e o mundo inteiro mergulhou no silêncio. Como se temesse que eu não acreditasse, ela ergueu algo brilhante em direção à luz. Uma imagem de ultrassom em preto e branco. Nela, lia-se claramente: Idade gestacional — 12 semanas. Meus olhos arderam, as lágrimas queimando enquanto me virei para Luca, procurando desesperadamente qualquer coisa, uma negação, uma explicação, arrependimento. Em vez disso, ele apenas suspirou, cansado e resignado. — Bianca, me desculpa... — Disse ele, impotente. — Valentina não tem muito tempo de vida. Este casamento… era o último desejo dela. — Eu vou compensar você. — Acrescentou. — Podemos ter outro casamento depois. Meu pai, Moretti, estava atrás dele, usando a mesma expressão severa que carregou durante toda a minha vida. Nunca o vi sorrir para mim, nem uma única vez. — Bianca!! — Disse ele, ríspido. — Sua irmã está morrendo. Deixe que ela fique com isso. Meu irmão assentiu em silêncio, como se isso fosse uma resposta suficientemente sólida. Durante toda a minha vida, eles sempre a escolheram, as lágrimas dela, seus caprichos, suas necessidades, acima das minhas. Hoje não foi diferente. Algo dentro de mim se quebrou silenciosamente. Tudo bem. Se ninguém nesta família se importa comigo, eu vou embora.

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.

Three year after my death, my former mate returned— not to mourn me, but to make use of me one last time. It was the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year—the night when wolves whispered to the dead. “Where’s Mira Thorne?” Rowan demanded as he strode downstairs into the tavern beneath the den. “Her lived here—Gavin’s sister. I need to find her.” Dorian, the tavern keeper, glanced up slowly. “Mira?” he repeated, wiping his hands on a cloth. “She’s gone, Doctor. Died three winters ago. Same night the Moon rose red.” Rowan’s brows knit. “Dead? That’s impossible. There’s no record.” Dorian’s voice softened. “The family from that healing case—remember them? They found her in the alley behind this inn. Tore her apart before dawn. The healers couldn’t even retrieve her wolf.” Rowan froze, a flicker of disbelief passing across his face before irritation took over. “No. She’s pretending. She’s doing this to make me feel guilty.” he said sharply. “She’s hiding. She always was weak. Tell her if her doesn’t come out within three days, I’ll stop sending money for brother’s treatment.” He turned abruptly and left, the tavern door slamming behind him. Dorian sighed after him., shaking his head. “brother? Her brother died before the healers even arrived… there was never any money for treatment.” The silence that followed was heavier than snow. Dorian watched the falling snow and murmured to the empty air, “No one pretends death, Doctor. Not when they’ve already lost everything.”