Jasmine Mendez Bbc

Freya, seorang wanita muda, menjalani hidup sederhana sebagai kasir di minimarket. Gajinya pas-pasan, hanya cukup untuk makan dan ongkos saja. Sementara orang tuanya, mantan pedagang buah yang bergantung hanya padanya. Selain kesulitan ekonomi, Freya juga kerap menjadi korban ejekan karena wajahnya berjerawat, rambutnya tak terurus, dan tubuhnya yang sedikit gemuk. Hingga suatu hari, sebuah brosur lowongan kerja menarik perhatiannya—talent live streaming di sebuah aplikasi hiburan. Pekerjaan ini sederhana, hanya berbicara di depan kamera dan membaca pesan dari penonton. Freya mencoba, dan perlahan kehidupannya berubah. Dengan bantuan filter kamera, ia terlihat lebih menarik, menarik perhatian banyak pria, termasuk seorang donatur tetap yang sering memberinya gift dalam jumlah besar. Keberhasilannya menimbulkan gosip di tempat kerja. Sintya, rekan yang iri padanya, diam-diam menyelidiki dan menemukan fakta mengejutkan: pria yang sering memberi Freya gift adalah bos kakaknya, seorang pengusaha kaya yang sudah menikah. Istrinya lumpuh akibat kecelakaan, dan pria itu dikenal gemar mendekati wanita muda. Freya yang awalnya tidak tahu kebenarannya, justru tetap bertahan demi menikmati kehidupan mewahnya. Bahkan melakukan operasi plastik dengan uang dari pria tersebut. Namun, ketika kenyataan terbongkar,dia tetap memilih mempertahankan relasi demi kestabilan finansialnya. Hingga suatu malam, kecelakaan tragis terjadi. Pria itu meninggal, sementara Freya mengalami luka serius dan kehilangan kemampuannya berjalan,sama seperti istri pria tersebut. Dalam penderitaannya, Freya menyadari kesalahannya dan kembali ke pelukan keluarganya dan menjalani hidup sederhana seperti dulu, tetapi dengan hati yang lebih bijaksana.

He rejected me, and then he realized I’m the center of his world. Bummer. Una I keep my head down. In this backwards pack, females rank low, and my bad leg makes me damaged goods. It doesn’t help that I’ve never shifted. I don’t mind the late twenties single life, though. No one’s paying any attention as I build an illicit farmer’s market empire. My roomies and I are doing it for ourselves, and if life under Killian Kelly is stifling, at least it’s predictable. We can deal. But when biology finally kicks in, I lose my mind. I claim our alpha as my mate. And he rejects me in front of the whole pack. It’s all good. It only hurts when I breathe. I’ll survive. That’s what I do. Who wants an arrogant jerk for a mate, anyway? I’ve got a business to run. Killian To lead this pack out of the dark ages, I’ve had to be hard. Merciless. I don’t flinch, and I don’t make mistakes. Una Hayes isn’t my mate. My wolf might have some kind of strange infatuation, but if she were mine, I’d know it. And I can walk away, can’t I? And if I keep coming back? If she starts living in my head? I’m the strongest male in five generations. My pack scrambles to do my bidding. I can bring one quiet female back in line. No one can possibly be as stubborn as I am. There’s no way I’ve ruined the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m the Quarry pack alpha. I don’t lose.

Rumah tangga Gita dan Haris tiba-tiba diguncang prahara. Kehadiran Fitri, adik dari Haris, telah membuat Gita sebagai istri menjadi cemburu buta. Bukan tanpa alasan sebenarnya. Haris yang seharusnya bersikap wajar pada sang adik, malah sebaliknya. Lelaki itu lebih memprioritaskan sang adik ketimbang istrinya sendiri. Tak hanya berlaku timpang, Haris dan Fitri dinilai Gita memiliki hubungan yang kelewat 'romantis'. Keduanya kerap tidur bersama dan jalan tanpa kehadiran Gita. Bukan hanya itu saja, saat Gita dan Haris berbelanja pun, yang diingat Haris malah Fitri seorang. Dia tak lupa membelikan adiknya sepotong baju lingerie seksi berwarna merah, warna kesukaan sang adik. Gita gerah. Lingerie adalah barang yang dinilainya 'intim'. Bukan hanya pakaian tidur biasa, melainkan pakaian tidur seorang wanita dewasa yang sama privasinya dengan pakaian dalam. Mengapa Haris sampai membelikan sang adik lingerie segala? Itulah yang Gita permasalahkan. Mereka pun bertengkar hebat gara-gara lingerie merah tersebut. Rumah tangga Gita dan Haris pun nyaris di ambang kehancuran hanya karena Fitri.

Three days before our engagement, Zach Jefferson called me. “We’ll need to postpone the engagement party by a month. That day is Sienna’s first concert since she returned, and I need to be there. “It’s just a postponement. It’s no big deal.” He had postponed our engagement three times that year. The first time was because Sienna Lynch had been hospitalized with appendicitis. He said he had to take care of her and rushed over. The second time, Sienna said she was feeling down. He was worried she might get depressed and immediately booked a flight to see her. It was the third time. I simply said, “Okay.” After hanging up, I turned to the good-looking and refined man beside me. “Are you interested in marrying me?” Later, during Sienna’s concert, Zach left her without hesitation. With red, teary eyes, he rushed to my engagement ceremony. “Yulia, are you really getting engaged to this man?”

At my engagement dinner with Greg Willis, the Rossi mafia family’s underboss, his assistant, Sydney Carlson, casually tossed a half-eaten cookie on his plate in front of everyone. Greg didn’t react. In full view of the guests, he calmly picked it up and ate it. That night, after we returned, I told him I wanted to call off the engagement. He rubbed his brow with his fingertips, his voice steady in that familiar, composed way of his, yet there was distance beneath it. “All this,” he said, “over a cookie?” “She already took a bite,” I corrected him. He fell silent for a moment before replying in a low voice, “Zoe, you’ve always been sensible. Why get hung up on something so small?” “I’m not hung up,” I said evenly. “I just don’t want to settle.” When he saw that I wouldn’t back down, something complicated flickered in his eyes. Then, his tone hardened, almost like a warning. “Think it through carefully. Don’t you regret it.” He was certain I couldn’t leave him. After all, he was a mafia underboss. There were countless people eager to take the position of Mrs. Willis, and I was nothing more than a minor employee at his company. What he didn’t know was that I had never coveted the title of his wife. All I ever had for him was love. But now, that love was gone, and once I turned away, I would never look back again.

I was diagnosed with Wolf-Soul Decay Syndrome on my birthday, which meant I was on the verge of death. But my older brother, Alaric Sinclair, bought the only tube of Moonviolet serum—a serum capable of saving my life—just so he could give it to my younger adopted sister, Megan Sinclair. He thought I faked my illness in order to attract everyone's attention. Because of that, I stole the serum when no one was looking and took it. That night, Megan drove away from home in tears, only to be met with a fatal car accident that took her life. I was cast out of my childhood home by my parents. Even my fiance, Kenneth Ravenscroft, who once vowed to protect me, hated my guts. Upon returning to my own home, I ended up dying in a fire that broke out. But what I don't expect is that I've traveled back in time to the third day before my demise. During those three days, I've given up on everything. When I mention that I can give away my spot at the marking ceremony, Kenneth praises me for being an understanding fiancee. When I hand over my design company, which is in the top 500 rank, to Megan, my parents are satisfied with me. "You've finally learned how to be selfless, Evie," they say. But Alaric grabs my hand and roars, "Didn't you claim that you'd never give those things away unless you die? Why are you giving them away now?" That's because I'm about to die, dear brother.

When Jasmine Cooper runs into a drunk rapist, a man saves her. It is Xavier Ravarivelo, the billionaire Mafia whose bride left him at the altar. Jasmine Cooper looks just like his run-away bride, Andre, who was being forced to walk down the aisles with Xavier. Jasmine has the same look and tattoo as Andre but different hair color and personality. Taking her against her will; he forces her to marry him. He wants revenge for the humiliation he got after his supposed bride left him at the altar but Jasmine is hell-ass sure she never abandoned anyone at the altar. How will Xavier find out that Jasmine is different from his runaway bride? How long will it take for Xavier to note the difference between Jasmine and Andre?

Synopsis/Blurb: "I, Lysander Nightshade, reject you, Ilana Wood, and brand you unworthy of being my mate." With those cruel words, Alpha Lysander shatters Ilana’s human heart under the Blood Moon, choosing duty over destiny. Marked and broken, Ilana crosses paths with people who reveal to her that she is more than just a mere human. But when darkness threatens to destroy everything they hold dear, their paths collide once more. Will Ilana find the strength to forgive the man who rejected her? And can Lysander defy fate a second time, or will he lose everything—including the only woman meant for him?

James, my promised soulmate, shattered his vow of eternal loyalty on my eighteenth birthday. He forged a bond with another, the High Elder's daughter, a union that secured his ascension to Alpha. Yet, he craved more, demanding I become his mistress, his threats aimed at my mother's fragile health. Then, fate, in its cruel irony, thrust me into the path of Michael, the formidable Alpha King. Our encounter was a night of raw passion, a moment that felt destined. When my mother's illness worsened and I and I desperately needed funds for her treatment, I sought him out. I found myself driven to him. Stripped of all pride, I knelt before him, pleading. "Please, Alpha King, help me..."

I went through 100 hormone shots for him—just to finally get pregnant. Five years begging those shots to work—all for Rafe Morello. The Don with ice in his veins... but also the guy who used to wipe sweat off my forehead in the middle of the night. Everyone thought we were goals. Then I handed over my lab results, and the nurse paused, blinking up at me. "Sorry, what's your relationship to Rafe Morello? There's already a pregnancy under his wife's name." I froze. Carmela Vitale. His dead brother's wife. Spouse listed: Rafe Morello. Breathing? Suddenly optional. No tears. No drama. I just slid off my ring and tucked it into my bag. Then I called the number buried at the bottom of my drawer. My voice? Freakishly calm. "Yeah. Three days. Pick me up." It wasn't about revenge. I left because I finally got it—some people, you gotta cut loose if you ever wanna stop bleeding. Three days later, he walked into a silent bedroom. On the nightstand: my wedding ring, the signed divorce papers, and a copy of the ultrasound. He sat on the floor and just... kept rubbing that ring. Regret doesn't knock. It floods. And that night, it drowned every lie he thought he could get away with. That was when he finally figured it out—love could wreck a person worse than hate ever could.