Live In Peace

When I'm seven years old, my dad turns me in to the Court Judgment of the Born Wicked because of my tendency to vomit. If I'm found guilty, my blood ties with my dad will be forcibly severed. Then, I'll be sent to prison. Everyone claims that Dad is just making a fuss over nothing. "Your daughter is still so young, so it's natural for her to fall ill. As a father, you should be more considerate toward her." But when the evidence is shown, everyone clamps up immediately. There was once when Dad drank so much to the point he suffered from gastric bleeding. The business contract that he managed to convince his client to sign was all soiled because I vomited on him as soon as he got home. Thanks to me, the contract was voided. Dad got fired on the spot. During Bryce Fuller, my older brother's birthday, I vomited onto his birthday cake in front of his classmates. Because of that, Bryce was isolated by all of his classmates. He became so depressed that he tried to slit his wrist in an attempt to take his own life. I'll keep vomiting everywhere, be it at the dining table or on my bed. Dad and Bryce have to clean me up more than 30 times every day. They suffer greatly because of me. What angers everyone the most is that after I'm done vomiting, I'll laugh at everyone in a provocative manner. The judge gives his verdict instantly, claiming that I'm wicked by nature. Bryce's eyes redden immediately. As he cries, he tells me that he can't bear to see me leaving him. I never shed any tears, nor do I throw a tantrum. Instead, I accept the judge's verdict calmly, but with a prerequisite condition that the judge finishes watching my memories. The judge is shocked, to say the least. "We'll have to crack your skull open in order to extract your memories. You'll be in a world of pain. Are you sure about that?" I nod in determination. But Bryce, on the other hand, looks alarmed. "I won't agree to that!"

Natalie used to hate stuffed animals. Now she's head-over-heels for a cotton doll. She called it "honey" and told our daughter, Yara, it was her real dad. Cool. Guess that made me the family ghost. At Yara's parent-teacher conference, I finally snapped and handed Natalie the divorce papers. Cue the gasps. Suddenly, I'm the villain. She slapped me—full drama mode. "It's just a doll! Why are you being so extra?" Yara hugged it like it was about to save the world, giving me the death stare. I shrugged, smirking. "You're the one who said it's your dream husband and Yara's one and only dad. So, like... why am I still here?"

The first thing I do after coming back to life is swap out every single pair of my husband, Augustin Reed's boxers for those in black. In my past life, my sister-in-law, Sephine Fidel, cheats right under our roof on my brother, Jonah Merrick. And when I catch her and tell Jonah the truth, she turns it all on me. Then, two pairs of men's black boxers, not Augustin's, appear in my bedroom. I try to explain, but Augustin slaps me across the face and calls me a whore, while Jonah looks at me like I'm filth. "I know you hate Sephine. You've never shown her any warmth since she married me, but I didn't think you'd sink this low to cheat in your own house and frame her for it…" He disowns me while Augustin files for divorce. I remember stumbling onto the streets in a daze, only to get run over dead by a speeding truck. When my eyes snap open, I wake up to the day Sephine brings her lover into our home.

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.

I return to the country after attending an international anesthesia academic conference. That's when I see the news of my boyfriend and twin sister getting married. I'm anxious to verify its authenticity, but my sister drugs me and induces me. "A substitute's child will only be an unwelcome bastard even if it's born. I'm just helping it move on to a better life." Then, she slices me open with a scalpel. She gouges my womb out, causing me to die from significant blood loss. Meanwhile, my boyfriend believes her lies. He's sure he's not the father of my child. He ignores my messages begging him to save me. Instead, he spreads the word about me eloping with someone else. He even wipes all traces of me from his life. "I will never see her again, forever and ever." Five years later, surveillance footage of my sister cruelly murdering me surfaces.

It is based on the protagonist; Luther, together with his friends, to united the dwellers of the old world and the new world, so they can all live in peace and harmony

As the top phone service sales representative, I unexpectedly received a malicious complaint. I expect to be given a fair resolution, but nothing of the sort happens. The director calls off my imminent promotion and has an intern take my place. I'm indignant and want to resign, but I accidentally overhear the intern acting coquettishly toward the director. "Daddy…" The director is the general manager's husband, though. Everyone in the company knows they're DINKs. Where would he have gotten a daughter from? I chuckle and shred my resignation letter. Behold my wrath and revenge!

“You are the property of the Don. You belong to me, and I won’t hesitate to burn anyone who even thinks of laying a finger on you,” he murmured, his hot, husky breath brushing against my ear. My breath hitched as I feel his lips pressed against my neck. “Mine to devour,” he whispered, his voice trailing lower. “Mine alone.” •••• When Iris is sold by her grandmother, only to be auctioned and bought by the most dangerous man she’d ever laid eyes on—Damon Vyone —her world fractures. A man who kills without flinching. Now, she belongs to him. Nowhere to run. No escape. And he has no intention of letting her out of his sight.

He was the man she swore to destroy. She became the woman he couldn’t let go. Amara Blake has one mission: take down Damien Cole, the ruthless billionaire who destroyed her father’s empire. Armed with a new identity and a plan for revenge, she infiltrates his world, determined to ruin him from the inside out. But Damien isn’t the monster she expected. Beneath the icy walls and razor-sharp power lies a man haunted by scars, secrets, and a loneliness he refuses to admit. The closer Amara gets, the more she finds herself torn between vengeance and desire. When one stolen kiss shatters her carefully built lies, passion ignites into something neither can control. But the truth can’t stay buried forever, and when Damien discovers who she really is, heartbreak and betrayal threaten to destroy them both. Just as their fragile love crumbles, a darker enemy emerges, the true villain behind both their families’ ruin. To survive, Damien and Amara must fight side by side. But when the dust settles, will he ever forgive the woman who came to break him… and instead stole his heart? Bound by the Heiress’ Revenge is a steamy, emotional billionaire romance filled with secrets, betrayal, and a love powerful enough to rewrite destiny.

Blurb: Disparate Utopia is an alternate universe where mythological creatures exist. It is peaceful, back then, until false information spreads like a wild fire and that's how the war started. The peace that their Ancestors buiilt was destroyed by mysterious man. The belittling of each race started. They began to chop their head off and cast spell to vanish someone's soul away from the existence. Nieves, she's an elf and one of the royalties' daughters. Her heart filled with kindness and generosity. Her presence is longing for peace, that's why she ran away from her cruel hometown and ended up being cursed as dsrk elf, but people perceived her as a witch. Nieves' dream is to create kingdom where everyone can live, despite having different races. Where everyone live without even having a thought of being attacked. Will she lends her soul for the world to commit peacefulness for everyone? Or will lend her soul to savor for her own peace?