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Aldo seorang Youtuber muda menempati sebuah kontrakan dengan sewa yang sangat murah di tengah kota. Ternyata dia tak bisa hidup tenang setelah menghuni kontrakan itu. Misteri apa yang berada dibalik keangkeran Kontrakan Kenanga dan bisakah Aldo memecahkan misterinya atau ia akan menyerah seperti penyewa-penyewa sebelumnya

" I want you to act like my girlfriend" "What?!," When calm and controlled Charlotte loses her job after she smashes a customer's face with a tray, she's left jobless, a pile of bills to be paid, a nagging mom, who is always in need of money, and not to mention, she's two months due on her rent, she takes up an offer by the CEO of Nicotech, but she's shocked the offer is not what she thought it was. Daniel Lee never refuses his grandma, but a simple white lie to get out of her matchmaking and blind dates makes him to go in search of a fake girlfriend and to him Charlotte suits the Job.

CAN BE READ ALONE!! Growing up, at a younger age my mom would tell me her romantic story of how she and dad met. I fell in love with their love story and would beg her to tell me every night before going to bed. I love her story so much that I could not wait to one day be old enough to find my one true mate; that every full moon, I would stare through my bedroom window and watch excitedly wolves being wandered off into the dark, having only the full moon to guide them. Seeing them, I was even more anxious to turn eighteen and to too meet my mate. The wolf, the moon goddess has blessed me with to spend my entire life with. Before my mom was taken from me, she used to tell me, a one true mate is like an alpha, and that the only difference is that he may not have a pack he's destined to rule and protect, but a single wolf he's destined to love forever. I kept that quote with me and impatiently waited until I was of the rightful age, searching under the beautiful moonlight for my one true mate. It was the most beautiful night and even more beautiful when I lay eyes on a dark hair and blue eyes handsome wolf. I could hear my wolf crying inside telling me that he was mine; that night I thought I found everything that I was looking for and ever wanted, but the next day after my one true mate mark me as his own and took my innocent. Everything wasn't going the way I thought it would be. My mate mostly. His sweet behavior towards me suddenly changes into something terrifying; something I'd never wish upon anyone.

Warning: Not a standalone book. Book 2 of The Southern Werewolves Pack “Do not grieve at my grave for I am not there.” Cohen Kingsley, the former Alpha of the Southern Werewolves Pack, returns to his pack in an effort to find the body of his mate, Mira, who died nine months ago. Accompanied by his pack, family, and friends, Cohen sets out to find the missing body of his mate. Soon, he realizes all those things he learned about his mate, he's barely scratching the surface. Mira's life was more than just being tortured and experimented by her step brother, Damien. Without knowing the consequences of involving himself and everyone into her past life, Cohen put everyone at risk. Their investigation about Mira's missing body soon comes fruitful and at the same time, trouble follows. He realizes that there is still another big threat lingering around. A bigger threat than the battle against Damien Kincaid. But, it's already too late to back out as they're all already involved deeply into the mess. With the help of his allies, old and new, they unearth the oldest secret of all. The existence of the world's oldest species that nobody knows has ever existed.

Hailey, in love, dove into her marriage full of heart and hope. When this kindergarten teacher said yes to marrying Rome, it was like venturing into uncharted waters. For Hailley, marrying a fun-loving, mysterious man, like Rome, was exciting! It was like being on a road without a map. What made it so exciting was that she never knew what direction her husband, Rome Martinez, might go. Hailey finds herself a bit lost as she discovers she does need a little normalcy. But Rome didn't want boundaries. Without rules to guide them, would their marriage survive or crash on the rocks of misunderstanding or jealousy? What would their marriage look like without boundaries? As individuals, will both parties' needs be met? Or will this marriage be tailored to meet one partner's needs, physical intimacy, and emotional comfort level? Can Haiely and Rome maintain a healthy, happy marriage without boundaries? To have the answer to these heartthrobing questions, this is one married story you will want to read!

De la drogue a disparu au cours d'une affaire familiale, et tout le monde savait que c'était la faute de ma demi-sœur, Émilie. Maintenant, nos rivaux exigeaient que quelqu'un leur soit envoyé, et gardé en captivité jusqu'à ce que la dette soit remboursée. Mon fiancé, ma famille, tous étaient d'accord pour que ce soit moi. « Émilie a déjà été blessée lors de la mission. Tu es plus forte, tu peux te débrouiller pendant qu'on règle les choses. » Je savais que ce moment allait arriver. J'ai donc signé mon nom. Dans cinq jours, je serais envoyée au loin. Et j'ai décidé que quoi qu'il arrive, que je vive ou que je meure, j'en ai fini avec ma famille et mon fiancé. Dans ces derniers jours, j'ai donné tout ce que je possédais. Le casino ? À ma demi-sœur, qui le regardait toujours avec envie. Mon compte courant ? À mon père, qui ne manquait jamais une occasion de me rappeler à quel point j'étais inutile. La bague de fiançailles ? À l'homme qui était aussi hypocrite que l'enfer. Ils n'ont rien remarqué d'anormal. Ils ont juste souri. Heureux de voir à quel point j'étais soudain devenue attentionnée. Quand ils ont réalisé que j'étais partie pour de bon, et que leur fragile Émilie a causé leur perte, est-ce qu'ils souriaient encore comme ça ? Auraient-ils encore l'air si satisfaits ?

Our entire class gets dragged into The Tyrant's Atonement game. The only way to escape alive is to reach a 100% atonement score. The system lets us choose our roles. The class belle, Isolde Adler, picks the tyrant's first love. Her atonement score shoots straight to 99% on the first day. The class president, Asher Brooks, chooses to be a loyal chancellor. His atonement score jumps to 80%. Spectators watching the game flood the screen with comments. "This new batch is smart and way better at picking roles than the last. They might just clear the game in three days." "Even if just one person hits 100%, the whole class goes free. I'm looking forward to seeing who finishes first." "My money's on the first love. She's already at 99%." Just as everyone starts celebrating, the next morning hits us with bad news. All 20 classmates who picked their roles are dead, and Isolde suffers the cruelest fate of all.

Nelson De Vedra, known as a boatman on the island he called home for many years, lived a life of quiet purpose. His reputation was solid, but his past held secrets he preferred to keep buried. Dorothy "Dorry" Castillo, a young woman who once found herself on the island, sought refuge to heal her broken heart. The serene shores had become her sanctuary, far from the chaos of her past life. Two souls, marked by the stains of the past, are fated to cross paths once again; as their lives intertwine, will they find a way to erase the scars of yesterday, or will their reunion deepen the cracks that already exist?

Le jour où mes beaux-parents ont été kidnappés, mon mari était en train de cuisiner pour Céline Laurent, son premier amour. Je ne l’ai pas empêché d’aller jouer les bons samaritains, mais j’ai pris la peine d’appeler la police. Parce que j’avais vécu cette scène une fois déjà. Dans ma vie précédente, j’avais empêché mon mari d’aller voir son amour de jeunesse. Il avait alors retenu mes beaux-parents sur le départ, évitant ainsi le drame de leur agression. Mais son premier amour, elle, s’était coupée la main. La plaie s’était infectée, et elle avait dû être amputée. À l’époque, mon mari ne m’avait pas reproché un seul mot. Jusqu’à un an plus tard. Alors que j’étais enceinte et sur le point d’accoucher, il m’a attirée sur une falaise isolée avant de me pousser dans le vide. « Si tu ne m’avais pas empêché d’aller voir Cécile cette nuit-là, rien de tout ça ne serait arrivé ! Tout est de ta faute ! » « Pourquoi est-ce Cécile qui a dû être amputée ? C’est toi qui aurais dû mourir ! Sale vipère ! » Je suis tombée dans le vide, emportant avec moi l’enfant que je portais, morte avec une haine inextinguible. Cette fois-ci, mon mari est parti comme il l’avait voulu, pour s’occuper de son premier amour. Mais à son retour, il s’est effondré à genoux, vieilli de dix ans en une nuit.

On the day of Zephyr’s art exhibition, I saw people stand around a portrait of myself. My cheeks were flushed, and I was bare. My posture was the one we used in bed last week for fun. Zephyr even got the mole on my chest right. As people stared at me mockingly, I demanded, “Why did you do this to me?” He was unbothered. “It’s not as if I asked you to sleep with someone else.” But he did let people see how I looked when I was having an intimate moment with my own boyfriend! “It’s just a painting. Why are you being so petty?” I was stunned by the mockery in Zephyr’s gaze. Then, I called my assistant. “I’m attending the international art festival as the organizer.”