Jiang Nan Xiao Chi

"Are you warm for me Belle? " "Scorching. " She whispered back as he traced his hand along her inner thigh. She could feel the ache between her legs. Christian nibbled in her ear and whispered huskily. "Then let me turn the heat off. " Isabelle blue has her life under control, a boyfriend, a trustworthy best friend and a caring family until her cousin accuses her of drugging him and forcing herself on him. Sam produces photographs of the scene during a get together dinner, depicting Isabelle on top of his unconscious body. No one believes her including her father who disowns her. To worsen it all, Isabelle can't remember what happened during the party that Sam claimed she had abused him. In search of emotional support, Isabelle goes to her boyfriend's place Dylan. She is not prepared to find her best friend in the hands of her boyfriend, moving sensually in passionate love making. Thrust in a world of hurt, she finds herself in a nearby park in darkness. She almost succumbs to the betrayal but one man lurking in the shadow comes to her rescue. She ends up having sex with a stranger who turns out to be her patient the very next day. What happens when they can't control their feelings towards one another? Will Christian help her uncover what happened the night Sam took the pictures? Will Christian and Isabelle survive hurt, betrayal and secrets? Or will they end up being lethal enemies?

Catherine, a young woman, finds herself sold by her father to an arrogant Alpha as a slave. Forced to comply with his every demand, she is subjected to his abuse and mistreatment. Despite her situation, Catherine strives to keep her spirit alive, refusing to let her oppressor break her. As time passes, Catherine discovers that she is pregnant with the Alpha's child. Though she is terrified of what the future may hold for her she plans on killing the child.

After being reborn, the first thing I did was switch my newborn daughter. In my previous life, soon after she was born, a blood test showed her type was AB. But mine was B, and my husband's was O—there was absolutely no way we could have an AB-type child. My husband flew into a rage and demanded a paternity test on the spot. To everyone's shock, the results proved she was biologically related to me, but not to him. He slapped me hard across the face, his voice trembling with disappointment. "I've always treated you well. I only ever loved you—and this is how you repay me?" My mother-in-law wailed and cursed me for cheating, accusing me of bearing another man's child to steal their family fortune. I was completely stunned. I knew better than anyone who the father of my child was—how could she possibly not be my husband's? In no time, everyone turned against me. They called me a cheater, a tramp. My husband divorced me and went online to play the victim, stirring up a storm of hate and harassment that never seemed to end. With nowhere to go and no one left to believe me, I took my baby in my arms and jumped from a building. Even in death, I couldn't make sense of it all. And when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my daughter was born.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.

Julia was a human girl living alone in the woods when she stumbled upon an injured man, or so she thought. She brought this man into her home and treated and fed him not knowing that this man was not a human and was imprisoned away for a reason. Ezekiel is a monster, a beast. He who lives for bloodthirst and war. He has never loved and never will but as days and months pass by, he starts to become more tamed, less agile. The human girl does not know that she had freed something that should never be freed. How will Julia react when she discovers his real identity? How will Ezekiel handle if the human girl he's mated to discovers what a monster he is?

The people have elected a new president. The first thing he did was conscript children into a school for future soldiers, and not a single human rights organization found out. Selena was one of those children. She was twelve when soldiers at school picked her up from school, rode a chopper, and disappeared They brought her to a garrison along with hundreds of children like her. There, she met friends she'd do anything to protect.

A highly contagious virus broke out in the city. My entire family was infected—only I was spared. To eliminate the virus as quickly as possible, I, a specialist in the field, secretly volunteered for a classified human experiment without telling anyone. However, on the day the miracle cure was finally developed, I realized I could no longer speak.

Betrayed. Rejected. Forgotten. Elvira was born to be Luna, but on the night of her mating ceremony, her step-sister takes her place, and her step brothers—Beta Eric and Beta Elijah made sure she was never seen. Branded a murderer, unworthy of love, they break her, chain her, and leave her for dead. But fate isn’t done with her yet. Elvira has one choice, stay buried in their lies or rise to destroy and take back her place.

Seorang wanita modern dan idealis yang bernama Sarah harus dihadapkan dengan hal-hal di luar logikanya. Teror mulai bermunculan sejak dia menginjakkan kakinya untuk berlibur di rumah kakek dan neneknya yang di awali dari suara misterius seorang perempuan di malam hari pada saat tengah malam. Semua ini ternyata berawal dari kisah masa lalu kakek dan neneknya yang harus mengorbankan nyawa seseorang demi tercapainya ambisi sang nenek. Sarah pun di hadapkan oleh sosok misterius yang terus menuntut pembalasan dendam pribadinya kepada sang nenek. Mampukah sarah menghadapi semua ancaman teror dari sosok tersebut? Dan mampukah sarah menyelamatkan nyawa neneknya dari pembalasan dendam seseorang yang menginginkan nenek terbunuh?

Tak adil rasanya jika sama-sama menantu tapi di beda-bedakan. Itu yang Rasti rasakan selama menjadi menantu dikeluarga ini. Ada dua menantu di sini. Rasti dan Lika. Rasti menantu dari keluarga yang 'kere' kata ibu mertuanya, Rasti diperlakukan sesuka hatinya. Memang ibu mertua sangat menampakkan ketidak sukaannya didepan Rasti. Tapi tidak didepan anak lanangnya. Karena anaknya sangat mencintai Rasti apa adanya. Berbeda dengan Lika, Lika anak dari keluarga berada. Dia juga mempunyai gelar dan bekerja sebagai Bidan di puskesmas setempat. Ibu mertua selalu manyanjungnya. Tidak pernah menyuruhnya dan selalu membanggakan manantu kesayangannya di depan teman-temannya. Ibarat secangkir kopi, Rasti ini menjadi gula. Selalu kopinya yang dipuji enak. Tanpa ada yang memikirkan keberadaan gula yang membuat rasa kopi itu menjadi nikmat. Ya, seperti diriku. Menantu Kaya selalu dipuja, menantu miskin selalu dihina.