Lagu Minor

Patience left her position as the top Gamma to be a Luna for a small wolf pack. But all she got from him was this: "Patience, how can you compare to Hazel?" He said, "Hazel’s the Alpha’s daughter. She didn’t just sit back and enjoy the perks. She became a pilot. You’re just a secretary." His friends and the other wolves looked down on her too. They made fun of her. But they had no idea that she used to be the strongest werewolf warrior in the Lycan Legion. She used to fly fighter jets and was once the best in the country. The day she went to the royal legion to collect her parents' belongings, he was at the hospital with Hazel’s mom for a minor injury. Patience was heartbroken. She decided to divorce him. It was then that Kelsey found out that his ex-partner was once the strongest werewolf warrior in the Lycan Legion. Later, Sylus, the Alpha of the Mandrake wolf pack and the son of the Lycan King, stood by her side. His eyes were red. Alpha Sylus wrapped his arm around Patience’s waist. "Patience, you’re mine. If you go back to your ex, I’ll kill him on the spot."

When Evan Sterling discovered Estera Roberts lurking in the shadows of his father's mansion in Charlestown he thought she was a trespasser and a thief. But not the kind he had feared… Drawn to the seventeen-year-old orphan who was the niece of their housekeeper, Evan tried to stay away from her to douse the simmering desire to possess the innocent who had unknowingly come to live in an opulent world of infidelity, wealth, and sinful indulgence. She was a minor and he was eight years older than her. He knew he must stay away from her – an easier concept than reality. The two formed a bond so strong it was almost impossible to break, but then life happens. Torn apart by deceit and marriage of convenience, Evan and Estera tried to live the life destiny dealt them. But when their paths crossed again, they had a glimpse of what a life together would look like. But then to attain their dreams, they must face hurting the ones in their lives, and risk death to expose a sinister plot designed to hide a damning secret at their expense, or accept that the saying 'love conquers all' is nothing but a cruel illusion.

When I was seven years old, my father began subjecting me to extremely strict parenting. Not only did he withhold any support for my food, clothing, housing, or daily necessities, but he even charged me for drinking water in our own home. As a child, I endured relentless suffering and bullying. When I was critically injured by a vehicle that broke the law, I was severely injured, and my father refused to save me. Only after my death did I learn the truth that he already had a son somewhere out there. Everything he did to me was meant to drive me to my death. After rebirth, I no longer adhered to rules nor endured silently. Exploiting the fact that I was still a minor, I stabbed his secretary, bullied my classmates at school, and even set a fire on campus to force my father to give up on his brutal methods. When I grew up, I took everything he owned and sent him to prison. Only then was my revenge completed.

When the earthquake struck on what should have been our fourth wedding anniversary, my supposedly devoted and family-oriented husband, Lionel Brooks, abandoned me and our children, who were trapped under the rubble. Despite our children's pleas for help, Lionel left without a second thought, carrying his former flame, Fiona Smith, and her daughter to safety. While Fiona and her daughter escaped with minor injuries, my precious children had their chests pierced by steel beams, leaving this world forever. It was such a twisted fate. What was meant to be a day of celebration turned into an annual day of mourning for my beautiful children. A week later, during my children's funeral, Lionel had the audacity to call and ask which hospital the kids were in. It was laughable—after ensuring Fiona and her child were comfortable and safe, he finally found time to check on his flesh and blood. I could only say, "You finally remembered your children after a whole week? Lionel, I hope you rot in hell."

"You saw what happened... but you don't know the true story behind that." Luna Montecillo was the lowest of their class ranking. For her, that was the most embarassing moment of her life and her downfall as student. Because of that, she decided to ran away and stay away from people who judged her without even knowing her story behind that grades. During her solitude, she didn't expect that she will be the witness of Marcus Ibasco's crime: and murder case that he commited to his girlfriend. For Luna Almira who was a minor during the crime, it wasn't easy for her to forget and move on from what she saw. She doesn't even know what to do because she was scared when Marcus threatened her. But Amorsolo Xavier, who saved Luna from Marcus, forced her to report it to the police and sit inside the court as witness. Could Luna face her trauma and say what she witnessed that night? Or let her fear eat her and let the criminal live his life like nothing happened?

As per my father’s offer, I decided to leave both my son and husband behind and go back home where I would become his little girl again. That decision came after I heard my family’s true thoughts following my surgery. My husband thought, “It was just a minor issue! Why did she stay in the hospital for so long? She’s back and has yet to do any chores. Can’t she see that my suit needs ironing?” My son thought, “She spent so much money on that surgery, and now she’s even drinking my favorite yogurt! Why can’t she be a successful businesswoman like Sarah? All she does is stay in the house and act like a freeloader!” My mother-in-law thought, “She had to come back right when I’m making chicken soup, of all times! She can just drink the dishwater for all I care.” Feeling utterly disappointed, I turned around and closed the door. Then I called my father. “Yes, it’s just me. I’m not bringing anyone.”

Setelah mengumumkan pengunduran diri, banyak orang bersorak dan sangat setuju. Hanya pacarku yang terlibat gosip dengan seorang pria bernama Sherwin, seorang musisi jenius yang tidak setuju. Di depan banyak wartawan, pria itu berpura-pura peduli. “Semua ini salah paham. Kak Yonatan adalah musisi berbakat yang tak tergantikan di dunia musik. Aku berharap dia bisa kembali berkarya.” Aku mematikan ponsel dan mengabaikannya. Di kehidupan sebelumnya, karya dan laguku sama persis dengannya. Netizen menyebutku plagiat, bahkan mengutuk seluruh keluargaku. Aku tidak terima dan membuktikan proses pembuatan laguku, tapi tetap saja kalah dengan waktu rilis lagunya. Lagu barunya dirilis sepuluh menit lebih cepat dariku. Hanya karena sepuluh menit itu, netizen mengirimkan karangan bunga dan foto pemakamanku, bahkan ada yang datang ke rumahku untuk menyiram cat. Selama beberapa tahun, perundungan media yang terus-menerus membuatku mengalami depresi. Orang tuaku menghabiskan semua harta mereka untuk membersihkan namaku, tetapi akhirnya mereka dibakar hidup-hidup oleh penggemar fanatik. Pada hari Sherwin memenangkan Golden Melody Awards untuk ciptaan lagunya, aku melompat dari gedung tinggi. Tak kusangka, saat membuka mata lagi, aku terlahir kembali.

Asher and Malachi Wild, identical twin Vampire Princes, and second in line for the throne, are having some minor business troubles. Mystery crates are being moved using their import-export business, in shipments both into and out of the country. They don't know who, or why, or how it's happening. They get frustrated and go for a drive to clear their heads, and end up at a pub. A mysterious red-headed bartender catches their eye, for more than one reason. She's impressive, in all the right ways. Curves for days, strong, mysterious, and able to kill a nearly seven foot tall man while barely breaking a sweat. Now if they could just get her to talk to them and give them her name... Eliza Wellsong, Head of the Assassin's Guild for England. There are one and a half-thousand people under her command, and she's half-forced to take a night off by her second in command. She goes to the local pub to help out her friend, the owner of the pub, Molly, instead. Then the two princes walk in, and they just can't keep their eyes off her. She's confused, she's fat, and not that pretty, what the fuck is up with them? But then they're kind to her, and honest. It's a nice change of pace, and they're handsome enough, maybe she should let them in?

Trapped in a sweltering 40-degree sauna room, I overheard my older brothers talking outside. My second-oldest brother, Sean Lambert, remarked, "This kid is too stubborn. We need to teach her a lesson." My third-oldest brother, Jacob Lambert, replied, "The temperature has been adjusted. She won't die." I was locked up alone for 72 hours. It was their way of punishing me because of my stepsister. Yet, they were the ones who used to love me the most. My father was a business tycoon, my eldest brother, Axel Lambert, was skilled in finance, Sean was a legal expert, and Jacob was a medical prodigy. My mother passed away after fulfilling her mission, leaving these four men to look after me. They once showered me with love like I was their precious gem, until I turned five. That's when my stepmother and her daughter came into the picture, and I was banished to the housekeeper's room. Their attention shifted entirely to my stepsister. Whenever she cried, my father would bring out the punishment box for me to draw lots. 72 hours passed, but no one came to open the door. Before I blacked out, a few lines of small text popped up before my eyes: [The minor character is about to die. Once she dies, she can be reunited with her mother.]

In Kieran Chase's eyes, I was not his wife. I was a non-performing asset waiting to be liquidated. When I got sick and asked for help, he became impatient. He said, "This is a minor problem. You can handle it on your own. No need to tell anyone." When I broke down in tears, he reprimanded me. "Losing emotional control shows weakness. It exposes the fragility of our alliance. I'll have the PR team teach you emotional management." Even when I called for help after a car accident, he hung up. "Nothing about you is important enough to interrupt a transaction worth hundreds of millions." I spent seven days in the ICU fighting for my life. On my first day home, I found Kieran leaning over another woman, his voice suddenly soft and coaxing as he convinced her to take her medicine. He opened his mouth to explain. I smiled bitterly and handed him the papers I'd prepared long ago. My tone mirrored his perfectly. "Mr. Chase, regarding our marriage project, the return on investment is unacceptably low after comprehensive evaluation. I'm formally proposing we terminate our cooperation. "Here's the divorce agreement. Sign it."