Junko Furuta Concrete Drum

Nakamura Junko: Kau bukan lagi menjadi alasanku untuk hidup. Tapi kaulah yang memberikan kehidupan itu padaku. Meski berkali-kali kami-sama menuliskan takdir yang buruk padaku, kau masih tetap disana, menguatkanku, memberiku pelukan hangat. Aku ingat saat pertengahan musim panas. Saat pertama kali aku bertemu denganmu. Dan disaat itu juga aku langsung jatuh hati padamu. Masato Takumi: Apa yang kau ketahui tentang takdir? Saat kau dipermainkan begitu kejam olehnya. Saat keinginanmu dihancurkan berkeping-keping olehnya. Aku hanya ingin melihatnya bahagia meski harus mengorbankan nyawaku sendiri. Dia adalah satu-satunya orang yang menerima keberadaanku. Aku takut, jika suatu hari dia mengatakan 'selamat tinggal'. Karena aku hanya ingin dia berada disisiku, itu saja.

The world humans once knew was now taken over by creatures who had fought and won control over it… The werewolves… Humans became slaves to their wrath, puppets to command and control, and sadly Marlie Barlowe was one of them. She hated werewolves with every bone that made up her body, just the thought of them disgusted her, so could you imagine the thought of actually breeding for them? She detested it, it repulsed her in more ways than just one. She preferred death than to give birth to one of them. But that night when she was tied naked against the unpainted concrete walls, she could do nothing but take what was dished out to her. She had fought back, cried and begged, but the man whose hand had ran along almost every crevice of her body had absolutely no heart. She could see the cruelty, the coldness in his eyes…her tears, the helpless little fight she put up; it was all appealing to him. And that made Marlie fear him. _ ~WARNING~ DARK THEMED ROMANCE~ READ WITH CAUTION~

Emily Brown is a simple girl from the countryside. She's naive but stands up for herself and others. She plays the guitar and sings too. Her dream is to be able to learn more about about what she's talented in, music Emily's dream came true when her parents surprised her on her 20th birthday with an admission notice from Rochester musical academy in New York, one of the best music school in the country ************ The music fairies is a very popular band known Worldwide. The lead vocalist Aiden, the guitarist Michael and the percussionist Jason who plays the drum kit are all students of the Rochester musical academy, so you could say the trio became celebrities while they were still students As celebrity students, their status were higher than all other students. They are rude yet they are adored by all Will a simple countryside girl be able to adapt to the lifestyle of the school? Or will she get into trouble the moment she enters the school Will she be able to continue being a simple girl from the countryside? Or will the school change her into an entirely new person What happens when Emily gets involved with the music fairies?...

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”

John Handful’s first client is a member of the local Polish community wanted by the police for the disappearance of his pregnant wife. A new miracle cancer drug is stolen from a pharmaceutical complex located on a shingle spit, just off the Suffolk coast. A wealthy local financier is blackmailed, and a ripple of malice spreads across the village of Oxmarket. Each household of a cul-de-sac have a secret that could point to them being the murderer of a man found shot dead in his bedroom.A perplexing case unfolds with the revelation of secret lovers, flowers from the garden and a death that is not as it appears.John Handful finds himself enmeshed in a violent, multi-layered plot at a luxury hotel on a remote island. A man kills himself despite receiving the good news that his lover’s husband has agreed to a divorce.A woman is witnessed shooting herself by her husband even though she had already been dead several hours.A man has been found shot through the head in a locked room with suicide well and truly ruled out. How did he die?Severed limbs in a concrete block, leads, John Handful to believe that a cold calculated killer with a thirst for revenge is on the loose. Ten cases, one connection. What is it?

The demon in him is evil and with time, he will be consumed entirely but he promised to get rid of himself before that happens. Alex Heartman is the most cold-hearted Alpha king in the entire wolf Kingdom despite the fact that he treats his wolf pack with fairness and justice. He prefers to use his brain rather than his emotions but when he gets trapped in an arranged marriage with the most unusual person he has ever met, he starts having doubts about his entire lifestyle. She is innocent and carefree, and cannot even think of hurting a fly. The arranged marriage was just to make the two packs allies and join hands in solving the mysterious case but as time goes on, she begins to feel like he means much more to her. Breaking through Alex’s concrete wall is not going to be easy, but Mia wants to make him human again… Will it be possible?

Grim Marie knows far too much about the wolves of the world, a world where little girls go missing. After all, she had married one before she/he showed his claws, and what that wolf did to her little girl was unforgiveable. Grim Marie isn’t certain if she can ever forgive herself for putting her Little Aleta in harm’s way. When Grandmother becomes ill, Aleta offers to take the bus through the concrete forest to Grandmother’s house to bring her some goodies. She knows the way. What could possibly go wrong? In this modern day retelling of Little Red Riding Hood, the wolf takes to the city streets to capture his prey, but the hunter is close behind him. With Grim Marie on the prowl, the hunter becomes the hunted. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

“Why me?” The petite girl tilted her head sideways to gaze at the concrete wall that suddenly looked quite interesting whilst steadying her erratic breath but within seconds her body roughly flew to the other side of the cave with a harsh thud knocking everything out of. Blood splashed from her mouth in immense amount. Her unsteady blurry gaze shifted at the intruder and what she saw made her heart tighten in terror. There and than she knew she was a goner.

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.

Tristan Hayes' life took a sharp turn, one moment he was on the cusp of his dream then suddenly found himself drowning. Trauma surgeon residency was brutal enough; losing his scholarship was a knockout blow. Desperate, he swallowed his pride and became "Titan" at Club Inferno. Six months, and he was their star, his body a commodity. Tonight was his last dance – he was booked for a bachelorette party for a bride-to-be linked to the Mafia family. He remembered the haze of perfume, the clamor, the hands pulling him closer and the willing mouths tasting him. He remembered the bride, her eyes wide, her laughter turning into moans and gasps. He entertained the women, the night ending with the bride's face covered in his thick sticky seed. After this night, he wanted to close this chapter of his life. He wanted to forget it all. He should have. Tristan awoke in a cold, unfamiliar room, the fear paralyzing. Now, bound and gagged in a concrete cell, the memory was a burning brand. He learned why they called Giovanni Sokolov "The Siberian Winter." Giovanni, a face carved from granite, stood before him. "My bride," Giovanni’s voice was a low growl, "You entertained my fiancée, She died a week ago, trying to run away with a man. Your seed was the catalyst. You helped her betray me." Giovanni leaned closer, his eyes devoid of warmth. "She was running away, Dr. Hayes. You helped her crave forbidden fruit. You opened the door to betrayal." He smiled, a cruel, predatory expression. "Now, you will pay the price of her betrayal. You will take her place... as my companion in bed... my slave and my plaything. Don't worry I'll make you'll enjoy every second of it."