Life Is Yours Death Is Mine

June Hanson terpaksa menghabiskan malam yang hangat bersama seorang pria yang baru ia kenal. Ia hanya tahu nama depan pria itu, Drake. Ia bersumpah, suatu hari nanti akan membalas dendam pada pria yang menidurinya malam itu dan pergi tanpa pesan. Namun, June kehilangan jejaknya. Setahun kemudian, takdir mempertemukannya kembali dengan Drake. Namun betapa terkejutnya June ketika mengetahui bahwa Drake adalah CEO di tempat kerjanya yang baru. Drake Burton, begitulah namanya. Dan yang paling menyebalkan, Drake tidak ingat pada June sama sekali. Saat Drake mulai bersikap lembut pada June, takdir mempertemukannya dengan Alarick Joseph, pria misterius bermata abu-abu yang menyelamatkan nyawanya dari kecelakaan. June sama sekali tidak tahu bahwa ia sedang berurusan dengan dua pria yang berbahaya. Sang raja naga dan sang alpha werewolf. Kejadian-kejadian aneh membuat June tersadar bahwa ia telah terjebak dalam sebuah peperangan yang telah dimulai sejak ribuan tahun lalu. Follow my IG: @cindychen06

The day before Chris Carter and I were supposed to get engaged, my parents sent me to prison. Three years later, when I was finally released, Chris was the only one who came to pick me up. I knew he despised me. I trembled, keeping my head down, hoping to slip away unnoticed. But he blocked my path, frowning. “Emily York? You stink.” He pinched his nose and told me to get in the car. I fell to my knees, desperately begging him not to take me home. If he did, I would die. He looked at me with chilling indifference and said, “Then go ahead and die.” I agreed. But later, he cried and begged me to stay alive.

The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years. "Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession. He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape. In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind. He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine. The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body. When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork. “George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!” George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached. “Just toss it where trash belongs.”

I fell in love with the maid's daughter. The maid bullied and controlled me.My family fortune was cheated out, and my parents died tragically. I couldn't accept it, so I jumped off a tower to kill myself.Unexpectedly, I was reborn to the day a year ago...

After learning the hard truth of how her twin sister Dalilah brainwashed and manipulated her mind for thirteen years, turning her into a ruthless assassin who killed hundreds of innocents including her youngest brother and best friend Valerian, twenty-seven-year-old Princess Natasha Nicholai, is executed in front of the Imperial Palace. Somehow, she gets sent back to the past right before Dalilah started putting her evil string on her mind, to when she was about to turn fourteen, and uses that as an opportunity to not let the past repeat itself, by getting her revenge on her sister and all the people who backed her and saving her younger brother as well as protecting the innocents she knows will be Dalilah's targets. But while also going after the truth about who stole her magic when she was 4yo, who sent her back and why did they do that, she will cross paths with Ethan Theodore, a dangerous and full of secrets guy, with ruby red eyes and whose destiny is directly linked to Natasha's.

“Liam, I—” but she couldn't complete it. His brows furrowed.“And to think I was going to build a life with you Abigail. You cheated on me with my father!”  “Tell me, Abigail. Are you doing this just because he's the alpha of the most powerful pack?” He asked. “I said I'm sorry!” Abigail's eyes were glossy. 

“Damn it, Viola! Do you even hear yourself? You’re miserable, and you’re pretending it’s normal!” Logan says, clenching his fists beside him. I drag in a shaky breath. “What do you want me to do, Logan? Just leave my marriage?” “Yes!” I freeze. He steps closer. “Leave. And let me love you the way you deserve.” *** She thought heartbreak was the worst thing he could do to her. Then he came back. Three years ago, Logan Reynolds chose ambition over love, leaving Viola McCoy behind—and breaking her heart in the process. Determined to move on, she made a choice—one that led her into the arms of Julian Cruz, a man who vowed to love her but only saw her as a means to an end. Now, trapped in a loveless marriage, Viola endures the whispers, the neglect, and the bruises she hides beneath designer sleeves. But when Logan returns as the new CEO of Reynolds Publishing—her boss—Viola’s carefully constructed world begins to crack. He sees through her forced smiles and polite lies. He soon realizes the woman he left behind is still fighting to be heard. Logan is determined to save her. Viola? She’s certain she can’t be saved. But in the middle of stolen glances, midnight confessions, and the words they can’t say out loud, one question remains: Can love be rewritten, or are some stories doomed to end the same way twice?

I make my final phone call to my boyfriend when a murderer is hunting me down. He thinks I'm messing with him and hangs up on me. That destroys the final sliver of hope I have for survival. He's celebrating his childhood friend's birthday when I'm being murdered. Later, as a restorative embalmer, he receives a body to restore. He loses his mind when he restores my shattered skull and realizes the body is mine.

"Beg me to be your mate and maybe I will consider it," Zayn said. How could he say those words to me after humiliating me for years? Did he really think I would want to be his mate just because he was my master? The Alpha's Heir? Was he out of his mind? "Kneel and beg me to be yours, Amelia." I stared at him as I knelt slowly, a smile curled on his lips and a satisfactory look clouded his face at the power he had over me, but my next words took him off guard. "I, Amelia Wright, reject you, Zayn Andino, as my mate," I blurted out on my knees. "How dare you?" Zayn questioned, grabbing me by my arm aggressively. "Who the hell do you think you are? You are just a dirty little Omega. How dare you say those words to me?" "Let go of my mate," I heard a voice behind Zayn. We both turned to see the golden eyes man earlier from Alpha Hector office yelling at Zayn. * * * Amelia reluctantly becomes a maid for Alpha Hector's wealthy family. Bound by her mother's debts, she endures the torment of Alpha Hector's son, Zayn, and his girlfriend, Nicole. Hope shines when Alpha Hector promises her freedom on her upcoming birthday, but fate has a unique plan. As her first transformation into a wolf unravels, she stumbles upon a shocking truth, that Zayn is her mate. How could the man who had tortured her all these years be her mate? Her fate is far from twisted when she rejects Zayn as her mate and realizes that she has another mate, Atlas Synder.

Note: This isn't incest. *** "You are playing with fire, doll," he warned, eyes dark and dangerous. "A very deadly fire." I looked at the chains on the bed again and pictured them clamped on my wrists, my tits and pussy in full display... Maybe deadly will do for now... *. *. *. *.* Harbouring feelings for someone older than me seems deadly especially when the said person is my uncle. Despite knowing this, the thirst for a drop from his hot-as-hell river of sexiness can't be quenched. Fantasies turned into cravings which in turn spurred the implementation of my devious plans to get him all to myself. Will this blood barrier push him away from acknowledging this mutual feeling of lust, or will his fuel be poured on my burning coals?