Jin Yi Wei

The day I decided to file for divorce, Dean Potter couldn’t wait to draft the divorce agreement. Five years ago, he had been forced to marry me, and now he was finally free. On the day we were finalizing the divorce, Dean arrived with his new flame, radiating delight mixed with a hint of mockery. “Veronica Byrd, look at you—you’re miserable.” I watched his figure fade into the distance, my vision blurring. Miserable? In the next life, it wouldn't happen again.

My new dormmate thinks my boyfriend is a player and advises me to break up with him. After I politely reject her, she gets mad and complains about me online, saying I'm love-addled brain. Her video goes viral, and the online community calls me an ingrate who doesn't know what's good for me. When I see the smug smile on my dormmate's face, I slap her without even batting an eye. "Stop acting like you're a champion for feminism when all you can think of is making yourself seem better than other women!"

Meet Yenn who thought his life will remain the same, but after the game "Arcs of SHION" released an announcement that every player would receive $5 million and a chance to meet the mysterious creator of the game if they finish 100 Arcs Hell mode. After getting the money, he was tricked into signing a contract to stay in a private island where he met the other peoples who had the same fate and Jiwoon, his roommate who was his rival in love and his sworn enemy but then...why did Jiwoon raped him?

Seorang wanita dengan setelan resmi terlihat duduk dengan angkuh dihadapan salah satu aktor terpanas saat itu, wanita itu secara mengejutkan menarik lengan sang aktor dan menyodorkan sebuah cincin Tiffany berbahan emas putih, "Jadilah suamiku." Sang aktor yang merona, "Nona CEO, anda sedang bercanda bukan?" "Tidak, kenapa? Kalau kau tidak mau kunikahi, maka kau saja yang menikahiku." Sang aktor yang terlalu terkejut karena dilamar, "!!!!"

"Ms. Stout, please read the requirements carefully. Once you submit your personal profile and sign up, all of your information will be sealed. You must then enter the research institute within 15 working days. Until the research results are made public, you will not be allowed to leave." The response from the National Academy of Sciences Research Institute came quickly, accompanied by a form. Shermaine Stout stared at the screen, but the mouse in her hand suddenly felt as heavy as lead. The door to her room suddenly swung open, and Shermaine blinked, quickly closing the laptop without a trace of emotion.

Blurb: Sebastian the crowned prince of Lincoln Royal college is head over heels for me. Honestly, even if God handed me proof, I still wouldn’t believe he’d fall that deeply for someone like me. Ever since I stepped foot at this campus, Sebastian has been the thorn in my flesh—literally. Around him I hold my breath terrified that it might irritate him. I've seen him get intimate with lots of ladies. So why..why did my terrifying roommate and bully who has always been a torment in my life suddenly confess his love? In this tale of love, courage , denial and self acceptance, would love still thrive between Lucas and Sebastian amidst the voice of the world determined to tear them apart?

Jingga sering kali mengalami sakit hati. Kesakitan demi kesakitan yang dialami mengajarkan untuk tak lagi mudah membuka hati bagi lelaki. Ia lebih memilih hidup sendiri meskipun dengan konsekwensi harus menahan perih setiap kali pertanyaan kapan menikah datang menghampiri. Ketika sosok Angkasa datang menawarkan sebuah hubungan, akankah Jingga mampu move on dari lukanya dan memulai kembali?

Prolog Prolog Rojer adalah seorang Siluman Setengah Anjing. Keegoisan dan ketamakan dirinya, yang ingin mengusai dunia menggunakan Mutiara Suci. Namun keinginannya di ketahui oleh Pendeta Sakti, penjaga kuil. Sayang, karena perebutan mutiara suci, Sang Pendeta akhirnya meninggal di kediaman sang Adik dan Mutiara itu di bawa mati oleh Sang Pendeta. Tujuh belas tahun kemudian, muncul seorang gadis mirip dengan pendeta dan Mutiara Suci kembali ada bersama dengan gadis tersebut... Bagaimana kah, kisah Rojer selanjutnya?

Zwei Kugeln. Zwei Wiedergeburten. Ein Blutbad. „Sag mir noch einmal, warum ich dir vertrauen soll“, wimmerte Iris, während ihre Stimme zitterte, als Renzos Finger einen Weg zwischen ihren Schenkeln bahnten. Er glitt mit seinem Finger, an dem noch immer ihr Ring steckte, in sie hinein. „Weil du das Einzige bist, was zählt, Prinzessin.“ Seine Lippen küssten ihre Knie. „Und das sollte dir genug Angst machen, um mir zu vertrauen.“ × Iris Beaumont war die goldene Illusion einer auf Lügen erbauten Dynastie, aufgezogen, um Macht zu erben, die sie niemals behalten sollte. Mit zwanzig wurde sie von genau der Familie hingerichtet, die sie liebte, nur um sieben Tage zuvor neben ihrem Erzfeind mit der frischen Erinnerung an den Tod aufzuwachen. Nun steckt sie knietief in einer gefährlichen Allianz mit Renzo Vega, dem Erzfeind ihrer Familie und ihrem Ehemann durch eine Vertragsheirat, die auf Überleben, Rache und Notwendigkeit basiert. Doch unvorstellbare Geheimnisse schlängeln sich durch jeden Winkel ihrer Vergangenheit. Ihre wahre Abstammung, der verborgene Krieg ihrer leiblichen Familie und die finsteren Machtkämpfe, die mit ihrer Geburt verbunden sind, drohen alles zu verschlingen, was sie gerade wird. Zwischen Rache und Wahrheit beginnt Liebe zu wachsen. Doch in einer Welt der Blutlinienkriege ist Liebe niemals sicher. Und sie auch nicht.

Seven years into their marriage, Bella got hit with a truth—Steven had a kid. A six-year-old. She crouched behind the preschool slide, barely breathing, as Steven bent down to scoop the boy up. "Daddy, you haven't come to see me in forever." "Be good, Ollie. Work's been crazy. Listen to your mom, alright?" Bella froze. Same face. Same eyes. It was obvious. Everything about them screamed it—The man who swore he'd love her forever had been cheating on her this whole time. Steven and Bella weren't just a couple. They were childhood sweethearts. She once took a knife for him. Nearly died. Lost their baby. Lost the chance to ever have one again. Steven had held her hand back then, eyes red, saying, "I don't care if we never have kids. As long as I have you, that's enough." She still heard the shake in his voice. Now? Every promise. Every memory. All of it—gone.