Novel & Cerita K Project Misaki Yata

Еmily Whites, a twenty-fоur-year-оld florist living a quiet life in Venezuela, aссidentally sеnds a dinner invitаtion tо thе wrong number. Instead of hеr bеst friend, thе reciрient is Zaсk Тorres, a feared mafia leader ruling ovеr Americа. Whеn Zaсk shows up аt hеr doorstеp, Еmily’s wоrld is turnеd upside down. Knоwn for his ruthless nаture, Zaсk is surprisеd tо find himsеlf drawn tо Еmily's kindnеss аnd innoсenсe. As thеir livеs intertwine, Zaсk’s cold exteriоr bеgins tо crack, reveаling a man who wоuld burn thе wоrld down tо proteсt Еmily. Yet, Еmily is tоrn—can shе trust this dangerous man who claims tо lovе hеr, or is hеr hеart simply аfrаid of thе рower hе hоlds? With Marсellus, Zaсk’s vengeful rival, targeting Еmily tо destroy Zaсk, thеir lovе is put tо thе ultimаte tеst. Will thеir cоnnectiоn survive thе stоrm thаt threаtens tо teаr thеm аpаrt, or will Еmily’s fear ovеrshadow thе lovе Zaсk is desperаte tо show hеr?

I give up on my position as a higher-up in a listed company just so I can accompany my wife, Jennifer Hurley, to a rural area to carry out a cultural tourism project. I even help her secure subsidies from the government and transform that project into a state-recognized exemplary project. But the first thing Jennifer does right after becoming the main person in charge of the project is force me to quit. "I want to tender an application for this project to be recognized nationally. Unfortunately, as the main person in charge, my spouse isn't allowed to take on any roles in the business aspect. "Either you quit your job or get divorced. You should make your choice." I don't hesitate to quit my job on the spot. But after that, Jennifer has her assistant, Maurice Gould, take over my position immediately. Her reasoning is, "Young people know more about coming up with creative ways to promote cultural projects. Our project needs new blood." At the afterparty, Jennifer raises her wine glass and gives a grand speech on the project's success. It turns out that I'm the only one who gets kicked out after everything I've done.

During the year-end review, Shirley Johnson, Chris Kennedy’s childhood friend, said she wanted to take over as the project lead so she could get promoted to deputy general manager. For the sake of the company, I turned her down. Shirley, furious, quit on the spot and went to get married. Under my lead, the project brought in billions, and the company went public in one leap. Later, I married Chris. During our honeymoon, I was kidnapped and dragged into an underground compound in Morandia. I was about to call for help when I heard Chris say, "Do whatever you want with this vile woman." I desperately demanded to know why. Chris kicked me in the stomach. "If you hadn’t forced your way into the project lead position back then, Shirley wouldn’t have been pushed into that marriage! She wouldn’t have been abused to death. You owe her." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Shirley demanded to be the project lead.

I worked tirelessly to secure a major project with the design institute, but my husband fabricated lies out of nowhere, claiming I was dragging the company down. He handed the credit for my work to his first love. Instead of getting angry, I laughed and gave my position as the company's Design Director to his precious first love too. "Working on projects all the time is exhausting. Why don't I just make you the company's Design Director instead?" Every single colleague thought I'd lost my mind, but nobody knew the project could only succeed because of my unique design style and my connections. Without me, the project would not just fail. The entire company would collapse.

Forced to hide because of an ability I never asked for. Would I ever live a normal life? Stop hiding? But everything changed when I was forced to run from everything I've ever known. Now in a new pack, could I some how live freely? Maybe, with the support of my new Alpha and Beta. One is my calm, and one is my storm.

Her life knew no purpose until she met him; Her Alpha. Her redemption. Aria was born into poverty. She lives like a normal human, unaware of the existence of werewolves or the supernatural world. Abandoned by an ex-lover, Aria hopes never to fall in love. Her father’s constant gambling habit puts her family in debt to a notorious loan shark and they must find a way to pay up within a short period. Only a miracle can save them. When an arrogant Hayden Slade comes into her life with an offer to bear a child for him, it feels too good to be true. But just maybe, he could be the miracle she prayed for. As the alpha of one of the largest werewolf packs, Alpha Hayden Slade has accomplished almost everything he wants for his pack, but not without a price. For a cursed Alpha counting the days to his death, his greatest challenge is providing an heir for his pack before his demise. But what could be worse than the curse of untimely death? Being mated to a weak Half-blood that has no idea of her identity. A weakling that can never be his Luna. He offers her a deal to bear him an heir, not wanting any form of attachment to a half-human, half-wolf. Catching feelings isn’t a part of the deal, but what happens when he finds out that only she holds the power to break his curse? What happens when Aria discovers the real reason behind his offer and her place in the transaction? With an obsessed ex desperate to become his Luna, and a psychotic enemy who wants to overthrow the Alpha, will their bond stand the test of time? Or will Aria desert her mate when he needs her the most?

When Sky finds another woman deep throating her husband in his office, she isn't worried about being hurt. She's worried about the lack of being hurt. She lived her life the way she wanted up until she met Jack, the man who was supposed to cherish her. What happens when she meets another man, one who's been looking for her for years after seeing her perform. A man who's more dangerous than she ever could have imagined.

My fated mate, Alpha Horton, didn't love me. He loved another omega, Chloe. In my past life, Chloe took her own life in despair over him, and Horton was convinced I had driven her to it out of jealousy. He hated me to the bone. Even bound by our mate bond, he refused to touch me. But when a rival pack’s silver bullet flew toward me, he shielded me with his own body. As his life drained away, he wrenched his cold hand from mine, his golden eyes filled with nothing but regret and disgust. "Sienna," he said, "my one regret is not rejecting you from the very beginning." After he died, the pack fell apart. Every member cursed me, screaming about why it wasn't me who died, but their great Alpha. It felt like my heart had turned to ash. I swallowed a vial of liquid silver before his grave. When I opened my eyes, I was back ten years in the past, shortly after we were mated. The cold voice of the Moon Goddess echoed in my mind. "Child, I will give you one more chance. Fulfill the three deepest wishes in Horton's heart, and in exchange for your life, your soul will earn its true freedom." I knew his wishes. To break our mate bond. To be with Chloe. To ensure the survival of the Snow Moon pack. This time, it wasn't too late. The freedom he craved, the woman he loved, the pack he swore to protect. I would give it all to him, using the very life he loathed to do it. But when I granted his every wish, in return, he wept with regret, calling me his only fated mate.

The story starts when Queshia found out about her husband, Maverick's, affair with a lady named, Claire, who he met before he got deployed to an exotic island located at the east, which resulted to a child to get dismay. She then struggles fixing their relationship and trying to trust him again for the sake of their marriage, all while she hides the tryst with the other woman from both hers and Maverick’s families, where she also struggles conceiving a baby due to having PCOS. She then recalls where they both started, and all the red flags she should have noticed before marrying Maverick.

I fought with my husband, Alessio, the Don of the Moretti family, over the mistress who'd given him twin sons. The next day, he stormed into my bedroom and put a gun to my head. "Did you take my sons?! You vicious bitch!" While I was still in shock, he ordered his men to lock my eight-year-old daughter, Lucia, in the icehouse for three whole days of "training." He gave me an ultimatum: Lucia would stay there until I brought him his sons. Lucia froze to death in that icehouse. I returned with her death certificate in my hand, my heart a hollow stone in my chest, only to find him moving his mistress and their sons into the home we once shared. He was cheerful, dismissing the whole thing as a misunderstanding. He even had the audacity to tell me to go get Lucia to meet her "new little brothers." I just stared, tears tracking paths down my face, the life inside me extinguished. It wasn't until that thin piece of paper—the death certificate—fluttered to the floor that the color drained from Alessio's face. He finally realized Lucia was gone. Killed by his own blind, cruel pride.