Komik Never

He's sugar. She's spice. Together, they will never work. She has done the impossible. Working for the country's most difficult boss for seven years. Rosaline Carter's work life is fueled by her love for spicy food, a fat paycheck, and dreams of sending her brother to Harvard. She's sworn off love completely. Until that fateful monday morning. "I need a fiancée, Miss Carter. And I need one who at least knows my favourite brand of coffee." A contract marriage to her boss, the impossible and difficult Alaric Sylvester? Rosaline never even saw him as a man to begin with. But for five billion dollars? She would propose to Mr Ice king and plan the wedding alone. Alaric Sylvester hates his assistant. With her sensible shoes, horn rimmed glasses, and perfectly polite way of speaking, she never fails to get on his nerves. She's the last person he wants for a wife, or even a romantic figure. Yet she's the best option. No one knows his schedule by heart, or his love for sweets. It's just three years. And he'll never see her again. With his inheritance on the line, the board of directors hounding him for being too antisocial, and rumours starting to stir...he will do anything to save his reputation. Including marrying his cold hearted assistant. And with her hatred for sweets, he's sure he'll never like her. It's only a marriage agreement. The terms were simple. But simple doesn't always equal easy. And the human heart is a traitorous beast.

I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine. But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke. Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw. "Please," he whispered, "don't leave me." Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands. "Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go."

“You will never be loved, never be good enough for anyone! I loathe you, Annabel, and I will kill you just to prove my point. You are mine, and no one will ever touch what is mine.” I only whimper from the pain. “You will never be free. Never! Do you hear me?” His face is so close I can feel the breath on my face. He grabs my hair, yanking me back, so I have to look at him. “You are my wife, and I will never let you go!” Annabel needs to save her own life, but the only way she can do that is to flee her hopeless situation. After a frightfull incident where her heart stops, she finally finds the strength to do what she hasn't been able to do ever since she was sold to her husband Bane. She runs away. What happens when Annabel disappears for good, and instead becomes Allison in an attempt to hide from her abusive husband? Is it fate leading her to her family's old town of Marigold? Can she face her demons when her old life catches up to her? And how about when she discovers the world is not as ordinary as she thinks? The werewolf world may seem frightening, but something shifts when Allison meets her new Alpha, Blake. Can he keep her safe or will Bane drag her back to her miserable prison as he promised?

He whispered her name nine hundred and ninety-nine times in his sleep. Never mine. For five years, I gave everything to Vincent Bonanno—the heir to one of the most powerful mafia dynasties in Europe. I turned his house into a home, remembered every careless detail he let slip, even abandoned my dream of becoming an artist—believing that one day, he would finally choose me. But whenever Alessia appeared, his loyalty bent toward her. The night boiling fondue scarred my arms, he rushed to shield her from a scratch that barely reddened her skin. In public, his gaze never stayed with me—it drifted to her. I was the wife on paper, but never in truth. So I walked away. With nothing but a suitcase, divorce papers he signed without noticing, and a secret I never planned to share—three months pregnant. He discovered too late. The divorce was real. The clinic file was real. And by the time he realized, I had vanished. Now the man who once ruled cities with cold power is tearing the world apart to find us. He has soldiers, money, and a thousand apologies he never gave when I was still his wife. But I’m no longer the woman who begged for affection. I’m a mother. An artist. A survivor. The question isn’t whether Vincent can reach me. It’s whether, when he does, I’ll ever let him back into the life he destroyed.

Everyone in the social circle of Kingsford said I was nothing more than a lapdog raised by Charles Mankin. I was always at his beck and call. I did every filthy, ludicrous thing for him under the sun. When he street raced, I rode shotgun. When he drank himself senseless, I made him hangover soup. When he chased girls, I prepared protection for them. Over time, everyone knew: Charles had a dog who never ran, never bit back, no matter how hard he kicked. They all said I must be madly in love with him. Even Charles started to believe it. So he pushed further, more freely, more cruelly, crossing lines as if they never existed. Then came my twenty-fifth birthday. He, in a rare stroke of mercy, said he'd celebrate it with me. But instead, what he got was the news that I was leaving the country. He went berserk, charging through the airport like a man possessed. I peeled his fingers off my wrist one by one, smiling like I'd never been happier. "Don't be stupid," I told him, still smiling. "That was never love." That night, Charles smashed apart his family home like a rabid dog.

Bruises. That’s all Louis has ever known. At twenty-seven, you’d think he’d have escaped the violent grip of his abusive father—but breaking free from the man who raised you, no matter how monstrous, is never simple. Life has never gone easy on Louis, and now, he carries a secret that’ll finally get him killed by his father: his sexuality. He hides it, suffocates it, tries to erase it—but it never leaves him. All he needs is a savior. Someone to pull him from the dark hole he’s sinking in. But hope has never been more than a cruel fantasy—and he’s long since stopped believing in rescue. Then comes Elias Montgomery. The most feared and ruthless Don in the Midwest. Silent. Disciplined. Calculating. And utterly alone. No one dares cross Elias. He keeps his enemies close, and the traitors? Six feet under. Love has never been part of the equation, not after what happened the last time. So, what happens when, against all odds, Elias crosses paths with Louis? Will he bury the tension—and the dangerous spark between them—for the sake of his image and empire. Or will he risk it all for a boy who’s known nothing but pain?

5 years ago the Zylian attacked earth. Everything was in chaos. My life consists of being an aid to injured. And that's how I met him. I never knew he was the prince of the enemy world. I never knew I will fall in love with him. He claimed me as his destined mate.And from that moment I was his.

Ava has always lived in the shadows quiet, unnoticed, and untouched. Her life as an omega in the powerful Mystic Shadow Pack is ruled by fear, survival, and a haunting past that refuses to let her go. She’s sworn to stay out of trouble, blend in, and never attract attention especially not from dominant, dangerous Alphas. But all that changes the night she meets Ian Dawson. Ian is the future Alpha ruthless, feared, and heartbreakingly gorgeous. He doesn’t do love. He doesn’t do second chances. And he never plays by the rules. Yet the moment his lips meet Ava’s, something shifts. In him. In her. In the matebond they never expected. What starts as a stolen kiss in the dark spirals into something uncontrollable. He thinks she’s just another girl for the night. She fears he’s the storm that will shatter her world. But fate has its own plans. Now, Ava must choose between protecting her heart… or surrendering it completely to a mate who may never be capable of love.

Three years of marriage. One contract. Zero kisses. Lira Hart, rising actress and media sweetheart, has been married to cold, enigmatic billionaire Damian Blackwood for three long, loveless years. Their union was forged not from love, but from a contract signed by their powerful families. While the world envied her last name, Lira knew the truth: he never wanted her. Never touched her. Never looked at her like she mattered. Until the night she asked for a divorce. Suddenly, the man who never cared is showing up on her film sets, making headlines with unexpected kisses, and whispering things that sound dangerously like regret. But Lira’s heart isn’t something she’s willing to gamble anymore, not after three years of being invisible in his world. Can a man who locked his heart away learn how to love the woman who’s already slipping through his fingers? Or is this billionaire three years too late?

You can always choose whom you should keep with but you can never beg someone to stay if that person wants to let go. There is a great distinction between keeping and letting go of someone. Yna Grace Portillo is inlove with Brent Trence Jimenez. The moment he stepped inside the gym with his disheveled hair, broad shoulders and alluring smile she knew at that moment that she was captivated by his charms. But things were never on her side, Brent has never noticed her. It was her cue to make a move. She courted him. She didn't mind the standards. Well equality prevails. That's what she thought. Despite of everything she did for him. Her love was never reciprocated. She felt useless. Her pride as a woman has been downgraded too. She's done chasing him. What if fate had been kind to her and intervened? Would she grab that chance or slip it away? Is he sincere or is it just part of his game? Will she keep him again?