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My name is Mia, and I am the middle child of Don and Donna Costa. I am also the black sheep of the family. Or the ugly duckling, as my mother would call me. My shift ended a few hours ago, but it takes me long to get home as I do not have a car like my brother, Leonardo, the oldest, or my sister, Amara, the beautiful one and youngest in the family. As you may gather from my story so far, my parents do not care about me. I walk into the house with a sigh. I have seen the cars in front of our home, and I know my family has friends over. "You have nothing I want! You stole from us, and today I will kill your whole family," I hear an angry voice. I wonder what my father has done this time to piss someone off. "Godfather, give me another chance. You can have my beautiful daughter as your wife," My father begs. Holy shit! My father stole from the godfather? I know the godfather is about thirty, and his name is Riccardo Marina. The Marina family is the most powerful in the American mafia. "I do not like blond blue-eyed sluts. I prefer women with dark hair. Besides, Everyone in town knows Amara Costa! She has been around the block," Riccardo says with disgust. I do not know what to do. Shall I hide? Not many people know my parents have another daughter. I am never invited to their parties as my family is ashamed of me. I do not care for my family, and they can die for all I care. "I have another daughter with dark hair. Maybe you will fancy her," My father begs again. I sigh. Typical!

After being forced to give my wife's first love my heart, I died in the hallway of the private hospital she had personally founded. My six-year-old son, Ash, had already begged her thrice by the time I had drawn my last breath. The first time was when he tugged on her hand, saying I was coughing up blood. Sneering, she claimed, "So he's finally learned something—teaching his kid how to lie." Then, she had the bodyguards throw him out of the room. The second time was when he clung to her sleeve, insisting that I rambled nonsense due to the pain. "It's just a heart transplant," she opined with a frown. "The doctor already said he won't die." At that, the bodyguards stepped in again and dragged him away. The third time was when he fell to the ground, clutching her pant leg with all his strength, crying that I had already passed out. She finally lost her temper by this point, grabbing Ash by the throat and hurling him out of the room. "I have already said it—Howard isn't going to die. Dare to disturb Skye's rest again, and I'll throw both of you out of this hospital," she warned. To save me, my son pawned the most precious thing he owned—his St. Christopher medal—to a nurse. "Ma'am," he said. "I don't need to live a long life. I just want my dad to live." She accepted the medal and was about to arrange for me to be transferred to the last available room. However, my wife's first love, Skye Whitley, had someone block the doorway with his pet dog. He mentioned, "Sorry, kid. Your mom's worried I'll get bored if I can't see my dog. This room is reserved for him."

Keeva, the shunned daughter of Alpha Julius, lives in despair believing she has no wolf. Her eighteenth birthday was supposed to be a day of joy but her world came crumbling down. The Moon Goddess has forsaken her. Her father can't bear to be in the same room as her. When he insisted that she takes his Beta as her chosen mate, plans to escape were snatched away, she had no choice but to follow the path laid before her. Working at the bar was the only freedom she knew, Canagan was the only man who could help her escape. After months of working with her friend Nikita and the wise woman from the forest, their well laid plans didn't come to fruition soon enough to save them both for Julius's tyranny. Channon was saved from certain death by something that could only be the lone wolf of legends. After witnessing his raw, untamed power Channon realized that White Claw could be more than just whispers and fantasy. After waking up in unknown lands and nursed back to health by a pack he didn't recognize Channon learned of his unknow lineage and the powers he is destined to wield. Over the course of the next fifteen years Channon hones his skills preparing to avenge the murder of his parents and take his place as Alpha, uniting the two packs of his ancestors. White Claw has moulded Channon into the man he needs to be. His campaign for revenge and unity hits a stumbling block in the form of his stepsister Keeva. Little Keeva was only two when Channon was almost killed and he often wondered what had happened to her. Had he not followed his Beta into the woods Channon would never have realized Keeva is his.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

When my best friend and I realized we had been reborn and traveled back several decades, we locked eyes, collapsed into each other's arms, and sobbed, shouting that we wanted to break off our engagements. The entire neighborhood whispered that we had lost our minds. But only we knew the truth. In our past lives, this was the day everything was sealed: she married a battalion commander, Ned Stark, and I became the wife of a high school teacher, Robbie Stark. My husband betrayed me. For the sake of that pretentious whore, Scarlett Wheaton, he stole my university admission letter and let her take my place on campus. The world mocked me as a failure, and Robbie stood by in silence. After we married, every time he touched me, he would immediately write another love letter to Scarlett—atoning for his supposed guilt. "Scarlett, even if I can't be with you in this life, my soul will always belong to you alone." Even my own child despised me, calling me an ignorant village woman, urging me again and again to divorce so that his father could be with his "true love," Scarlett. And my best friend, Rachel Croft—born the daughter of a factory director—was tricked by her husband, Ned, under the pretense of buying a house. He drained her savings and her wages for twenty long years. It wasn't until she fell gravely ill and went to sell the house that she discovered the deed he had given her was a forgery. The real house—the one paid in full—was in Scarlett's name. One of Scarlett's dresses cost more than my friend's entire monthly salary. When Rachel begged to reclaim what rightfully belonged to her, she was met only with contempt from Ned and her child. "All you ever care about is money. You're nothing like Scarlett, who isn't materialistic at all. Your illness is retribution," Ned had said. "Exactly. Only someone as noble and kind as Scarlett deserves to be my mother!" her child had said. Rachel and I both spent our lives working ourselves to the bone, only to end with nothing—dying bitter and broken from the injustice. But this time, fate has given us another chance. I will go to university. Rachel will become a wealthy woman. This time, without us paving the way, those shameless men and that wretched woman think they can still live happily ever after? Dream on.

A year ago, my life was simple. I was just Ariel Anthony…a regular college student, cheerleader with decent grades, daughter of a struggling baker, and recently appointed step-sister to a guy I barely knew. Nothing special. Then came the storm. Not just the thunderstorm that trapped me in Professor Grayson's apartment that night, but the storm that followed. The one that's still raging around me, that I created. They don't warn you about men like Luther Grayson in freshman orientation. They don't tell you how a single glance from the right person can make you question everything you thought you knew about yourself. About what you want. About what you'd risk to get it. They also don't warn you about guys like Ethan Cross, with his perfect smile hiding something dark. The kind of guy who's used to getting what he wants and doesn't understand the meaning of the word "no." And no one, absolutely no one…prepares you for what it feels like when the person who's supposed to be your brother looks at you with something else in his eyes. Mom once said I had a gift for making complicated situations worse. If she only knew. My phone buzzed beside me, and I glanced down to see Luther's name on the screen. My heart still jumps every time, even when I'm aware of what could happen if people learned about the two of us. I should ignore it. I should block his number, focus on my classes, help Mom with the bakery, and pretend none of this ever happened. But I'm already reaching for the phone. That's the thing about crossing lines… once you step over them, it's almost impossible to step back. And I've crossed so many lines now, I can't even see where I started.

Anathea Jacobson has had a crush on Gregory Sinclair for ten years. She thinks marrying him is a dream come true. Even if he's just a block of ice now, she'll surely be able to melt him over time. However, all she ever gets is his ice-cold treatment. He's gentle and tender to his true love, but he scorns and neglects her. He also mistreats and humiliates her… Anathea endures it all because they have a son. For his sake, she's willing to cling to her title of Mrs. Sinclair and cage herself in this loveless marriage for the rest of her life. This changes when she's abducted. Gregory spends the night with his true love, and even her beloved son abandons her—he wants to have Gregory's true love as his mother! That's when Anathea sees sense. Her husband will never love her, and her son will never appreciate her. If that's the case, she doesn't want them anymore. She wants to live for herself! … After the divorce, Anathea picks up floral art again. She sets up a company, makes big money, and wins various awards. She wants to give herself all the love she deserves so that she'll go back to being the lively, vivacious woman she once was. Gregory panics when he sees the men surrounding her and vying for her affections. He falls to his knees before her, his eyes rimmed with red as he pleads, "I love you, Nat. Please don't leave me." Anathea sneers. "Your love is too little, too late, Mr. Sinclair." Her son clings to her legs and wails. "Don't abandon me, Mom!" She pushes him away impassively. "Don't call me that. I'm not your mother."

Menceritakan perjuangan wanita bernama Maria yang terlahir dari seorang Ibu pemilik rumah bordil terkenal di kompleks pecinan Surabaya. Maria kecil harus di bawa oleh neneknya yang biasa di panggil Emaknya, agar dia terselamatkan. Alih- alih selamat justru Maria di jual oleh Budenya, Sriti pada seorang pengusaha pabrik dari Jakarta bernama Surya. Maria mau melakukannya karena ternyata Surya adalah orang yang selama ini dia cari, DALANG PEMBUNUH BAPAKNYA! Surya adalah orang yang membuat IBUNYA GILA! DENDAM KUSUMAT anak atas nasib buruk orang tuanya membuat Maria di usia belia harus beradaptasi untuk hidup di lingkungan yang identik dengan penjualan wanita, judi, dan bar. Maria harus bisa bertahan melanjutkan Rumah Bordil warisan Ibunya itu yang di kuasai oleh Sriti. Dia pun dengan segala taktik tipu daya nya berhasil mendepak Sriti dan membuka kembali rumah Bordil warisan Ibunya. Keahlian, kepiawaian, dan kecantikannya membuat Maria remaja cukup terkenal sebagai induk semang paling kondang di sana, para anak kuliah yang tak bisa membayar sekolah, wanita yang bercerai dengan suaminya semua berbondong bondong ingin bekerja di rumah bordil miliknya yang terkenal memiliki pelanggan para pengusaha dan pejabat kelas kakap. Dia menumpuk harta untuk membiayai Nenek nya di kampung dan Ibunya di Rumah Sakit Jiwa. Sampai suatu titik kejenuhan mulai terasa di hidup Maria, apa yang dia cari selama ini? Dia begitu merasa hampa dan mencari Tuhannya. Di tengah kehampaan itu dia bertemu dengan Indra Tjahjana anak tiri Surya yang akan di jadikan boneka penyalur dendamnya. Dia juga bertemu dengan seorang ustad yang lebih tua tapi memiliki wajah baby face membuat Maria berubah. Bahkan Maria merelakan hampir seluruh hartanya untuk mewujudkan cita- citanya mendirikan kompleks rumah ibadah di tengah gang prostitusi agar mereka masih memiliki Tuhan untuk sekedar kembali. Apakah itu cinta? Atau rasa merindukan seorang ayah saja? Akankah Maria benar- benar bisa meninggalkan rumah bordilnya?

Rio (35 Tahun) memiliki seorang istri (Rumi) dan dua anak (Rivo dan Alya) Ia seorang pengusaha bengkel dan jual beli sparepart, selain buka usaha Rio juga karyawan di salah satu perusahaan Migas. Rio hidup sederhana walau gaji dan usahanya sangat lumayan, sebab, ia adalah tulang punggung keluarga, ayah Rio sudah meninggal dunia, namun, tidak satupun ada yang tahu kalau ayah Rio sudah tiada. Rio hanya mengetahui kalau ayahnya adalah Santoso suami dari Sari. Hingga ia merasa bertanggungjawab menghidupi tiga adik-adiknya di kampung yang berstatus tidak yatim. Di tengah perjalanan hidupnya. Usaha yang dirintisnya matia-matian bersama sang istri bangkrut, kebangkrutan itu disebabkan saudara yang ia percaya mengelolanya melarikan diri dengan menjual beberapa isi toko dan membawa sejumlah uang hasil penjualan. Banyaknya beban pikiran membuat Rio tidak konsentrasi bekerja. Ia turut dipecat dari perusahaan sebab dianggap tidak produktif, indisipliner dan kurang berkontribusi. Rio memutuskan membawa sang istri dan anak-anak pulang ke kampung, tinggal bersama orangtuanya. Namun, keadaan Rio yang jatuh miskin tidak diterima keluarganya. Bahkan adik-adiknya suka menghina Rumi, sang istri tercinta. Rivo dan Alya mendapat perlakuan kasar dari ibu dan saudara Rio. Bahkan Sari, ibu Rio tiba-tiba berbicara soal warisan di tengah kemalangan demi kemalangan yang menimpa Rio. Warisan peninggalan ayah Rio yang akan dijual, anehnya warisan itu sebagian sudah tertulis atas nama adik-adiknya. Nama Rio juga tidak tercantum dalam daftar warisan kebun karet yang keluarganya miliki. Naas tak dapat ditolak, suatu hari Rio kemalangan, dipatuk ular ketika memancing di sawah. Rio lumpuh, kakinya tidak bisa berjalan. Kejadian itu mengakibatkan ekonomi keluarga kecilnya ikut lumpuh total. Sari, ibu Rio justru menunjukkan sikap blak-blakan membenci Rumi namun masih berpura-pura baik pada Rio. Bahkan dengan tega menghadirkan perempuan lain di kehidupan Rio. Rena Arumi bertindak, Rumi terbelalak kaget menemukan bukti, ternyata kelumpuhan suaminya sudah diatur oleh Sari, ibu kandung Rio sendiri. Kuy ... baca!

"pwede ba kuya! hindi naman namin pinapalayas yang asawa mong magaling. Kusa siyang umalis dito sa bahay, sinampal niya pa si Celestine, isa pa nabalitaan ko sa mga friends ko na yung haliparot na yun ee dun na nakatira sa condo ni Oliver" sagot pa nito sakin habang si Celestine ay tahimik lang na nakatayo sa likod ni Cecille. "CECILLE! tigilan niyo na kakagawa ng kwento tungkol kay Natalie." napatiim bagang kong sagot dito "sige tawagan mo Sebastian ng magkaalaman kung sino nagsasabi ng totoo dito. i-loud speaker mo para marinig ng lahat ang katotohanan." sabi pa ni mommy sakin. "Hello Sebastian napatawag ka?" tanong nito sakin "Oliver may gusto akong malaman at gusto ko sabihin mo sakin ang katotohanan, lalaki sa lalaki sabihin mo sakin sayo na ba nakatira ang asawa ko?!" tanong ko dito "Sebastian, oo totoong sa condo ko nakatira si Natalie, pero hindi ganun ang ibig sabihin nun. Tinulungan ko lang siya ng minsan ay madisgrasya ang sasakyan na sinasakyan niya, nabangga ang kotse niya sa poste nung oras na umalis siya sa mansion niyo, nakiusap siya sakin na wala na sanang ibang makakaalam ng nangyari kaya pina block namin sa news ang nangyaring aksidenteng ! Kilala mo ako Sebastian, oo tarantado ako at mahilig sa babae, pero hindi ang klase ni Natalie ang babaeng papatol na lang sa ibang lalaki kung wala ang asawa niya. Sya ang klase ng babaeng irerespeto. Siguro kung wala ka sa buhay niya hindi ko palalampasin ang pagkakataon na ligawan ko siya. Kaya ingatan mo ang asawa mo Sebastian, one in a million lang ang ganyang babae, kasi kung aayaw na talaga siya sayo. Hinding hindi ko siya pakakawalan."sagot nito sakin