Lampu Trail Vintage

After being pushed down the stairs by my husband's first love, I suffered a difficult labor with our second child and died in a corner of their family's private hospital. Before I died, my six-year-old son cried and begged for his father to save me. The first time, Shawn sneered. "Your mom's gotten smarter, using you to play the victim and trick people." After that, he flung my son's hand away and left heartlessly. The second time, my son told him I was bleeding uncontrollably. Shawn was clearly impatient. "She's being so dramatic, it's just a miscarriage, nothing serious. She's always made mountains out of molehills!" After chasing my son away, he even told the doctors not to care for me. "It's my fault for spoiling her. She'll know what she did wrong once I let her have a hard time for a few days." The last time, my son went to my husband's first love Jasmine, kneeling in front of her and knocking his head on the ground, begging her. Shawn flew into a rage and ordered bodyguards to throw my battered and bruised son out of the hospital room, allowing others to laugh at his misfortune. "If you come bother Jasmine while she's resting again, I'll kick your mom out of our family! She'll never see you again!" My son crawled to my side, leaving behind a long trail of blood. And so, I laid there helplessly as I felt the warmth escape both my son and I. 'Are you happy now, Shawn? You'll never see us again.'

Ezekiel is a ruthless billionaire, known for his charm, arrogance, and a long trail of broken hearts. Love, to him, is a game—one-night stands, no strings attached, and women begging for his attention. But when a critical merger threatens his empire, Ezekiel needs a wife—fast. Not a socialite or a gold-digger… someone quiet, obedient, and easy to control. Enter Isla Ramirez, a struggling waitress buried in debt, desperate to save her sick younger brother. When Ezekiel offers her a cold, cutthroat contract—marry him for a year in exchange for a fortune—she has no choice but to accept. She signs her life away, thinking she’s nothing but a pawn in his game. But nothing is simple with Ezekiel. Their marriage begins with venomous fights, cold glares, and unbearable tension. He drags her into his dangerous world of power plays and brutal secrets, expecting her to break. Yet Isla doesn’t bow—she bites back. Her defiance ignites something primal inside Ezekiels: obsession. What starts as a business transaction turns into a searing, forbidden attraction. Ezekiel’s dark desires and possessive nature clash with Isla’s stubborn spirit. He hates her… but craves her. She fears him… but aches for him. Every stolen glance, every sinful touch, pulls them deeper into a wicked game of lust and power. With enemies lurking in the shadows and secrets threatening to destroy them both, Ezekiel finds himself torn between his playboy past and the woman who challenges him like no one ever has. In a world where love is weakness, can a contract marriage built on lies turn into something dangerously real… or will it consume them both? In this dark, steamy romance, hearts will break, rules will shatter, and love might just ruin them.

"Please trust, I really do love you! I’ll do anything, please forgive me!" He pleaded, desperately hanging on to my hand. It was too late, I looked down on him as tears formed in his eyes. I was already too hurt to trust those eyes. Everything was a lie, I was a fool for giving him everything. How could I have been so stupid to have been fooled by him. I gave him everything. My throat felt dry, I was too tired and hurt to even muster words up for him. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I closed my eyes, my cheeks starting to feel the trail of tearing falling on them. "You’ve finally been ex… ex-exposed!" My voice finds itself by the end. --------- Melissa, a 17 year old girl, who grew up in the same house all her life with her mum Martha, and her sister Barbie. Right when Melissa feels like life is going her way, her mum gets transferred to the home company in California as a secretary. Melissa was in no way ready for a new environment, but still packs her bags to go to California with her family. Having to start a new high school where Melissa struggles to fit in, even making an enemy along the way. Crushing on Steve, the boy who's in love with Bethany, her enemy, school is anything but enjoyable. In a chostic turn of events, Melissa falls head over heels in-love unaware of the secrets that could change her relationship forever. Did Melissa make the right decision? Exposed

Langkah Hera terdengar pelan di lorong hotel. Sepatu hak pemberian tamu ke-2 ini terlalu sempit, itu sudah 5 tahun lalu, tapi ia belum mampu mengganti sepatu prada yang seperti itu . Bagi orang lain, gaun merahnya mungkin tampak mewah. Bagi Hera, itu cuma seragam. Topeng. Tangannya menggenggam erat tas kecil Hermes pemberian tamu ke-3. Di dalamnya hanya ada dompet tipis, lipstik murahan, dan kartu mahasiswa yang hampir jatuh tempo. Mahasiswa. Ya, itulah Hera di siang hari. Mahasiswi Sastra tahun akhir. Tapi di malam hari… ia menjual dirinya. Ia tidak pernah menyangka akan sejauh ini. Semua karena satu hal, uang. Adiknya butuh operasi, dan orangtuanya bahkan tak mampu bayar listrik. Hera belajar terlalu dini bahwa cerita di buku-buku tak pernah menyelamatkan orang miskin. Dan malam ini, ia harus menghadapi klien yang berbeda. Klien yang bahkan manajer tempat “kerjanya” tadi berulang-ulang, mengingatkannya, “Jangan macam-macam. Dia bukan orang biasa.” "hmm memangnya tamu seperti apa dia?" Hera menghitung jemarinya "oh, pria ini adalah tamu yang ke-9" Hera menghitung mereka untuk meyakinkan dirinya sendiri bahwa dia tidaklah semurahan itu. Managernya selalu bilang " Jangan banyak pilah pilih, untung cantik kalau tidak mah bisa gawat!" Pintu kamar 1705 terbuka otomatis. Sosok pria duduk di kursi dekat jendela, punggungnya menghadap Hera. Gelas anggur di tangannya berkilau diterpa cahaya lampu kristal. Pria itu bahkan tidak menoleh ketika Hera masuk. “Duduklah.” Suaranya berat, dalam, tapi tenang. Hera menelan ludah. Biasanya klien akan langsung tersenyum, meraba atau yang paling ekstrim langsung menerkamnya tanpa busana. Tapi pria ini? Ia hanya memandang keluar jendela, seolah keberadaan Hera bukanlah hal penting.

Jendela rumahku gemetar oleh kekuatan guntur yang bergemuruh di langit. Petir menyambar di kejauhan, menerangi malam. Dalam momen kecil itu, beberapa detik cahaya yang membutakan mata menampilkan sosok pria yang berdiri di luar jendelaku. Memperhatikanku. Selalu memperhatikanku. Aku menjalani rutinitas, seperti yang selalu kulakukan. Jantungku berdegup kencang dan berdetak tidak teratur, napasku menjadi dangkal, dan tangan-tanganku menjadi lembab. Tidak peduli berapa kali aku melihatnya, dia selalu menimbulkan reaksi yang sama dariku. Ketakutan, Dan kegembiraan. Aku tidak tahu mengapa hal itu membuatku merasa gembira. Ada yang salah dengan diriku. Tidak normal bagi panas cairan untuk mengalir dalam pembuluh darahku, meninggalkan sensasi terbakar di belakangnya. Tidak biasa bagi pikiranku untuk mulai merenung tentang hal-hal yang seharusnya tidak aku pikirkan. Apakah dia bisa melihatku sekarang? Mengenakan hanya atasan tipis, puting susuku menonjol melalui kain? Atau celana pendek yang kupakai yang hampir tidak menutupi pantatku? Apakah dia suka pemandangan ini? Tentu saja dia suka. Itulah mengapa dia memperhatikanku, bukan begitu? Itulah mengapa dia kembali setiap malam, semakin berani dengan tatapannya sementara aku diam-diam menantangnya. Berharap dia mendekat, sehingga aku punya alasan untuk menempelkan pisau ke lehernya. Sejujurnya, aku takut padanya. Sungguh takut. Tapi pria yang berdiri di luar jendelaku membuatku merasa seolah-olah aku duduk di dalam ruangan gelap, satu lampu menyala dari televisi di mana film horor diputar di layar. Itu sangat menakutkan, dan yang aku inginkan hanyalah bersembunyi, tetapi ada bagian dari diriku yang membuatku tetap diam, membuka diri pada ketakutan. Menemukan sensasi kecil dari situ. Sekarang kembali gelap, dan petir menyambar di daerah yang lebih jauh.

"You want to know what turns me on?" "What?" I moaned, trying to ignore the burning sensation in my body. "You" he whispered against my skin. "the way you shiver under my touch" he pressed further into my body. "The way you moan out my name" I felt him kiss the back of my ears. "Your scars" I felt him trail his tongue along the scar on my left shoulder. "Every little and fucking big thing about you,princess" he cooed, while kissing my collarbone, and if hearing all that he said didn't heat me up, his touch definitely jumpstarted me, and once again, I was a dignified burning mess for him. _____ Maya wanted nothing but peace and for all of the bullying to stop. She had a wish for the moon goddess, too, to meet her parents and ask why she was abandoned at birth. Maya was dumped at birth to a pack who had no idea who her parents were; She was raised in the monastery by the nuns who worshipped something else instead of the moon goddess. When the Alpha dies in war, things take a dark turn for everyone in the monastery, including Maya. The bullying started, and became intense when Maya clocked twenty. An attempt to escape from her pack delivers her into the Royal Pack and straight into her mate's hands. Maybe Maya would be able to find happiness at last and freedom too. One can't be too sure with figures from the past and some little spirits who wouldn't let her go. One thing is certain for Maya; things are about to get real messy.

Haunted by her sister Sofia’s murder, marked by the signature black rose of the powerful Moretti crime family, FBI Agent Elena Rossi goes deep undercover as “Lia Moretti.” Her mission: find the killer and burn the organization from within her greatest obstacle: Dante Moretti, the lethally perceptive underboss who sees through her disguise almost immediately. Instead of exposing her, Dante makes her a twisted offer: her secrets become his to control, and in return, he grants her his protection from the rest of the family, for whom discovery means a death sentence. Forced into his trajectory as his personal project, Elena walks on a razor’s edge between her mission and her survival, while Dante’s cold dominance ignites a dangerous, all-consuming passion. As Elena digs for the truth, she finds her sister’s trail leads shockingly close to Dante himself. Her investigation is a minefield of conflicting clues, betraying her badge and her sister’s memory with every moment she spends in his arms. When a black rose appears on her own pillow a direct threat and her FBI handler forces her to betray Dante, her two worlds violently collide. Exposed and hunted by both the mafia and her own agency, Elena and Dante are thrown together as fugitives. In their raw, desperate alliance, they uncover a truth more shattering than either imagined: Sofia’s death was a message in a secret war within the family, and the real killer is the last person Dante ever suspected. To get justice, Elena must help the man she was sent to destroy and wage a brutal war for the soul of his empire.

Warning : mature sexual contents, read at your own risk. "Where are you going? " his deep morning voice rumbled. There goes my plan for a quiet escape. My throat clogged up tight, I couldn't face him... I didn't want to Those intense orbs made me squirm internally, my state of undress not helping the situation. I swallowed hard and met his gaze squarely. "last night was a ..mistake ..a lustful fling .... It's over, you should leave " I said tonelessly, my face void of any of the emotions I felt inside. How he moved so swiftly I didn't know, but next I was pressed against his naked hard chest. "Is that what you think? " I didn't want to look into his gaze, but his voice compelled me to. "That's exactly what it is " I repeated. I followed the trail of his gaze down to his belt which lay carelessly the floor. The one he had used on me , in many ways so dirty and sinful. The corners of his lips twitched in a smirk that made my heart leaped at a furious pace. "You are so wrong about that, i'll fucking show you just how much! " he growled, grabbing a fist of my air, he feasted on my lips. It was supposed to be just one night, I was supposed to leave before he awoke. So how did one passionate night lead to such a consuming obsession that threatened to scorch me and scald me until there was nothing left. Find out in the story of Mel and Sebastian (this is a sequel to the bully's obsession) I recommend you read book one before this for better understanding.

Every she wolf in the werewolf world dreams of soft, flowery relationships with their mates. Luna Andrea is no different. When the alpha of the Blackthorne pack and the most eligible bachelor chooses her as his mate, she thought he'd love her just like in the movies but she was wrong. His cold eyes met hers on the day he mated her. They lingered on her for the next two years. Andrea tried all she could to please him. She stayed positive, hoping and praying to the moon goddess to one day soften his heart so he'd see how much she cared for him. But when rumours of him in a relationship with a lady goes around, Andrea's word tilted upside down. She never expected it to be her personal handmaiden. A confrontation was all it took for Andrea to be blamed for her handmaiden's faked pregnancy. Left to die by the punishing whips of her mate, Andrea thought all hope was lost. Not until he came. Lycan King Darius. During her trail, the pack goes under attack and the one person her mate turns to is her handmaiden. Left to die in the arms of lycans, she caught the attention of the lycan king. Her wolf called for his. Lycan king Darius wasn't one for flowery romances. Andrea— a werewolf princess raised to believe lycans were evil, was triggered by the bond. When he offered to help her get revenge in exchange for being his, she accepts. Hate brewed in their veins. Lycans and werewolves weren't exactly buddies but what happens when the hate boiled into something deeper? Would she accept the bond or fight it?

TRIGGER WARNING!!! The second half of this book contains everything rated 18+. If you are not into dark romance, please do not read it in the name of everything holy. ***Excerpt*** "I own you, Reyana. You are mine... Mine to torture... Mine to claim... Mine to punish... and nothing will ever save you from me. Not even death!" His words were heavy and true. He meant every word he said. *** Bound by an oath, the Blood Crescent pack has kept a prophecy hidden for over 300 years. Alpha Randall, the most ruthless Alpha of his time was a god among men, rich in power, strength, wealth, achievements... No one comes close. He was the envy of all. Wherever he went, he left a trail of death and darkness, and no one ever prayed to be mated to such a monster, but fate had a different plan for him. His world began crumbling when he was mated to Reyana, his Beta's girlfriend, whom he hated with passion. Reyana was doomed when Alpha Randall refused to claim her, neither was he willing to reject her, not only because he had a mistress, Visha, whom he loved so much... He had other reasons. Torn between two women, the secret of the prophecy was on the verge of crumbling as, unknown to Randall, one of these women was meant to be his downfall, while the other was the key to unlocking the prophecy. What happens when Randall's biggest nightmare is unlocked and the Dark-eyed monster whom he thought he killed years ago resurfaces, threatening his very existence? Let's find out in this heart-racing piece filled with suspense, Steamy romance, and betrayal. Brace yourselves. This will be one of the most twisted, mind-blowing stories you'll ever come across.