Lil Transformers

Five years after we broke up, my ex bought the company I worked for and suddenly became my direct boss. The project plan I'd stayed up nights working on—nearly killing myself to finish—was handed to someone else without a word. My teammates were split apart, and I became his go-to example when he wanted to tear someone down. I was the laughingstock of the office. Shawn Lubbard said it was the price I had to pay for betraying him. Finally, I asked him what it would take for him to leave me alone. His reply? "Only if you die." Feeling crushed, I drove a knife into my chest right in front of him. Maybe this terrible life should have ended long ago.

Damian was the fearsome don of a mafia family, but I was his sole weakness. In order to marry me, a poor girl from the slums, he was punished by his family sixteen times, and the scars on his back remained terrifying, even to this date. To make me happy, he killed one of the best arms dealers in the world just to get the blue crystal I had mentioned offhandedly once. He built a manor named “One and Only” for me and swore that I was his one and only true love. I had thought that our happiness would last forever, until the day I saw him cradling a pair of twins in another manor. The twins’ mother was my mortal enemy. She had once had someone break my ribs and stuff dirt into my mouth. Hence, on the day of our wedding anniversary, I prepared a grand gift for him: a private jet that exploded and plummeted into the ocean, along with a charred wedding ring. In my world, betrayal never led to forgiveness, only abandonment.

The underprivileged student I've been sponsoring suddenly shows up at my birthday party, swaggering in and waving around a pregnancy report. "Look—Pheebs is pregnant with my baby! You'd better be smart and divorce her already!" I point at the report, stunned and confused. "Are you sure it's Phoebe who's pregnant with your child?" Victor Thompson, my beneficiary, smirks proudly as he fiddles with the pregnancy report. "Duh! We conceived the baby last month on our cruise trip!" The entire room falls into a stunned silence. My ex-wife, Phoebe Jackman, has been dead for three years.

Braving a downpour, I delivered a lavish food order, anticipating the hefty commission and a $100 tip. Laughter suddenly echoed from the villa. Someone started, "He really believes your car crash left you paralyzed? He's hustling deliveries to support you and even pawned his dad's heirloom?" Another said, "What if he discovers you're actually a billionaire heiress, just playing poor? He'd probably break down in tears." Jessica Stark toyed with her wine glass. "Guys like him are wired to serve, especially since he always outshone Mark in our school days. This is his comeuppance." I stood in the relentless rain, a bitter chuckle escaping my lips. Turned out, her two-year charade of paralysis was merely to avenge her childhood sweetheart. Her broken legs, deceased parents, and helpless tears were all meticulously crafted lies. Disillusioned, I dialed my estranged tycoon mother. "You win. I'll go through with the arranged marriage."

On the day my sight returned, our family doctor, Anna Leone, stood right in front of me and mouthed to my husband, Don Marco Vitale, "Double the lubricant tonight. I promise it'll send you straight to heaven, my Don." Marco pressed a gentle kiss to my eyes. Then he turned away and replied with the same silent lip movements, "You little tease. That mouth of yours—and the one below—I'm crazy about them both." The two of them exchanged a knowing smile, convinced their secret was flawless. What they didn't know was that not only had my vision fully recovered—I was also fluent in lip-reading. My gaze drifted to the bottle of lubricant sitting brazenly in the wall cabinet. I said nothing. Instead, I quietly sent a single text message: [Papa, I've decided to come home.] In three days, I would vanish completely. All I would leave behind for them would be the hollowed-out fortune of billions—and that bottle of "lubricant" I had replaced with high-strength industrial superglue.

AREA DEWASA 21+ Melissa merasa hidupnya jungkir balik dalam semalam. Tiba-tiba dia terbangun di dalam sebuah kamar mandi bersama pria asing yang mengaku sebagai suaminya! Betapa terkejutnya Melissa bahwa ternyata dia secara ajaib berada di tubuh gadis bernama Alice, istri pria menakutkan itu. Parahnya, ternyata pernikahan mereka hanyalah sebuah hubungan sandiwara karena 'suaminya' menikah dengan dirinya hanya untuk mendapat warisan. Bagaimana Melissa yang kini menghuni tubuh Alice menjalani semua kekacauan ini?

"Mr. Owl you're like a sun that shine brightly to everyone, people can see and feel it but they can not touch it no matter what unless they're not afraid getting themselves burn. With such a distinguished family, status and power that you own it's easier to kill me with a lil touch as if to crush an ant. I have no reason not to be afraid of you."

"Anong Gusto Mo?" A simple yet tricky question that turned Bella's world upside down. A breadwinner and a loving big sister, Bella will sacrifice everything she could just to make her little sis happy. Little did she know, the innocent lil sis that she adore deeply would stab her back. Betrayed and left by the people she once loved, Bella felt helpless and was at lost of hope... Until one strange but familiar man appear out of blue... Who??? He is the infamous living demon, who can control life and death of one person. A single glance, can take anyone's soul... But a rare smile was enough to capture anyone's affection and Bella's frigid heart ain't an exception... Nevertheless... In his arm holds warmth and mystery... They've never met, but in his cold, ruthless dark pupils lies deep sadness and longing.. *** Who would have thought after her lil sis and boyfriend's betrayal, she would meet an accident, an accident that could dig the pain, danger, happiness and mysteries that has been buried for years.

Marcos Theus  Schuyler Sarin a feared ruler of his own empire and a mysophobic clean freak. A billionaire away from media and people. Why? He's allergic to dirt. He's mysterious and ruthless. Until he met the only Marija Nitara Maldevar. A poor girl financially but a gifted one physically. A freelance model and a lil bit slowpoke. He's fucking 36 and she's 26.Read and discover the love beyond the gap.TbcZerenette

They don’t know me as Kaelyn Amric. Most of the pack doesn’t even know my name. I’m just the Alpha Prince’s twin sister. And that was always fine for them. But I wanted more. I wanted to be seen as me. Then he vanished. And with him, so did my life. Now, I’m heading to Storm Academy, an all boys school, disguised to find him. The only thing I still have is my name. But even that… isn’t really mine anymore. I was no longer an Amric, I was a nobody, an Altair. **** A girl. In an all boys academy? How did she become my roommate? And how would she make me keep her secret? She's reckless, too bold for her own good. And yet, somehow, she's my problem now. *Day 96 of Kaiven being missing. Regretfully yours, Evren.*