Novel & Cerita Lirik Lagu Exo The First Snow

Wendy Lloyd's first love, Hudson Clark, treats me like a walking blood bank. Because of that, I end up dying in the rented apartment Wendy has given to me out of contemptuous pity. Today is the third day of my death. My six-year-old son, Terry Heath, finally realizes that something is wrong with me. When he accidentally cuts his finger from playing with his toys, I don't coax him at all. When he tears open a pack of cookies and feeds one to me, I don't stop him at all. When he lies in my arms and grips me by the hem of my shirt while calling out to me softly, I don't respond to him at all. Feeling rather uneasy, Terry finds my phone and calls Wendy. "Mommy, why is Daddy still asleep?" Wendy responds by sending a photo of her and Hudson enjoying a holiday feast together. She then says coldly, "He's just asleep, not dead. Today is Christmas Eve, so I'm very busy right now. "Tell that arrogant father of yours that he's only free to visit me whenever he's ready to acknowledge his mistakes." After that, the call ends. Terry is left feeling stunned for a long time. Finally, he digs out the last cookie from the trash can and snaps it in half. Then, he feeds it to me again. "Daddy, let's eat."

Roslyn never stood a chance of mating with Alpha Dane. The man was a hard-nosed pack leader of the Blood Moon Pack and plain darn scary. And somehow, it just seemed to be her fate that's just the way things are sometimes. She figured that everything would be fine in the end since he was her fated mate but then he ripped her heart out right in front of the whole pack. Sold to her parents, dragged through every physical and emotional depth, Roslyn's whole existence had been one extended string of humiliations and torture. Then, just when it couldn't possibly get any worse for her, fate stepped in and slapped her in the face with an entirely new Alpha who was somehow more lethal than the first. Now, in a bad timing move, Roslyn is stuck in the middle of two Alphas, one who totally destroyed her and one who's now laying claim to her. So then the question is does she want revenge or find a way to redeem herself? Is she going to try to forgive and forget, or just go out and destroy everything? And then on top of all of that, the mate bond that just totally fell through in her face can it ever actually be fixed? The issue is, though, that in werewolf existence, power is a vastly different concept than love. Sometimes the hardest thing for the heart to decide is when to grasp and when to just fight plain.

For five years, Annabelle Boroughs toiled day and night to be the perfect, loyal wife to Travis, her first love, whom she met in a club and had a one-night stand with. However, her world came crashing down when Travis abruptly divorced her to reunite with his ex-lover, Samantha, the same woman who had cheated on him years ago. The same woman who had led him with her cruel words to the bar where they met. But little did Travis know that Annabel wasn't just any regular divorcee; she was the daughter of a wealthy and powerful businessman, a secret she had nurtured for years, one that would make him regret his decision. With her newfound influence and wealth, Annabel is determined to make Travis pay for his betrayal. But at what cost? What happens when she finds out she has his seed growing inside of her?

For eight years, I was the ghost in Lorenzo Valenti's empire. By day, I was his executive assistant, the engine of his criminal enterprise. By night, I was the most submissive bird in his gilded cage, and the nameless body in his bed. I loved him with a devotion that bordered on madness, a foolish flame I'd nurtured since I was a scholarship student pulled into his orbit. I believed my quiet love could one day melt the ice around his heart. I was wrong. The day his unforgettable first love, Isabella, returned, the man I knew vanished. The rare smiles once reserved for me were now all for her. My presence by his side was erased, replaced by hers. Even when she framed me, he believed her without hesitation. He chose her, again and again. I submitted my resignation. He signed it without looking. He thought I'd crawl back, broken and begging. He was wrong. While he was busy playing house with his "cuore mio", I was quietly packing away my life, preparing to vanish from his world forever.

Welcome to the Seven Magics Academy world! Fifteen-year-old Snow White believes she's an ordinary teen. She attends Salem Academy. Hangs with her best friends. Crushes on a cute boy. And does her best not to trip over her shoelaces. Everything changes when she's bitten by a Hunter. Suddenly her world is filled with supernaturals, including vampires, witches, dragons, gargoyles, unicorns, and more. But all Snow wants is her first kiss and possibly a date to her birthday party - that is, if she doesn't kill him first.

On her eighteenth birthday, Queeneth finally feels ready for her first shift and the life she’s dreamed of meeting her wolf and discovering her fated mate. But when the night comes, her world changes forever. Her wolf, Amy, is not like the others; she’s pure white, rare, and marked by the Moon herself. As whispers spread through the pack, Queeneth’s bond with Amy deepens, revealing a connection stronger than anything she’s known. But when her lifelong protector, Reuben, confesses his love and her true mate begins to stir the bond within her Queeneth must choose between her heart, her pack, and her destiny. Some wolves are born ordinary. She was born chosen.

My sister has awakened her mermaid bloodline, but it is incomplete. Her skin is her curse. A single touch, too hard, and it cracks. For her, everything hard in our house has been thrown away. I love to dance, but the hard tips of ballet shoes are forbidden. I love music, but the strings of a guitar or the keys of a piano are too dangerous. Every dream I've ever had has been strangled in its cradle because of my sister's condition. My brother, Liam, who raised us both, always looks at me with tired, pleading eyes. "Elara is fragile, Isla. You have to be understanding." But I was only eighteen the first time I truly understood. I came home from my high school graduation ceremony, the scent of sunshine and excitement still on my clothes. The moment I stepped inside, Elara's hand connected with my cheek. Hard. For no reason at all. Everyone rushed to her. Liam pointed a furious finger at me. "Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood. The curse wasn't just my sister's. It was mine, too.

I'd just put the condom on when someone started pounding on the door. My wife, Jocelyn Gill, shoved me aside, panic all over her face. I shot a glare at the door. Her adopted brother, Calvin Tyler, stood there, flushed, staring at her. The bulge in his pants wasn't subtle. "Jocelyn, please help me. I feel awful. I think I'm having an episode!" Seeing him like that, nothing like before, my temper snapped. "Then go get treated. Why are you barging into your sister's room? You got no shame? You can't even get married because of this, so now you're wrecking mine?" Jocelyn rushed over and slapped me. "Finley, how can you say that? Calvin's still a kid. How could he think something that disgusting? Before his parents died, they asked me to take care of him. I'm a psychiatrist—if I don't treat him, how do I face them? You're acting nothing like a brother-in-law. Apologize to Calvin right now, or we're getting divorced!" In two years of marriage, I'd lost count of how many times she'd pulled that card over Calvin. Back then, I'd risked my life just to win her. She thought I'd never leave. She was wrong. This time, I was done loving her.

I'm not who I thought I was. But what does it mean? Aurelia Drow has been a sickly omega her entire life, spending most of her time with the pack doctor and receiving "life-saving" treatments for her deadly illness. But by her seventeenth birthday, she loses her only friend and goes through the agony of her first shift, only for her wolf to be nowhere in sight. She felt the change, but her wolf was silent. Soon, the truth is revealed: Aurelia Drow is Aurelia Snow, the true daughter of Alpha and Luna Snow, leaders of Snow Pointe pack. Not only that, but she is destined to marry the Lycan king's second son, Killian Lucaris, the temperamental and volatile playboy prince. The truth of her illness, her treatments, and the tangled web of fate leave her with only one question: How will she survive?

I was performing the hundredth "restoration" surgery on my mafia husband's latest mistress when I finally decided to leave him. For five years, I, Isabella Rossi, have lived a double life: the respected wife of a powerful Don, and the personal physician tasked with "purifying" the women he discards. Vincent's twisted religious conviction is his law: only a wife untouched by any other man can bear his legitimate heir. I was that pure wife, yet he treated me as his most unclean possession. My love for him died a slow death. A thousand empty nights. It was killed by the cold steel of my own operating table. By the sounds of other women boasting about his touch. The five-year prenuptial agreement that bound me to this hell was set to expire at midnight. I had already called my grandfather, the only man Vincent truly fears. My escape was hours away. By the time he realized his mistake, it was too late.