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The werewolves and the witches did not see face to face, never wanting to interact with each other, despite both being a creature of magic and Goddesses. For two generations, two Alphas were paired with witches for a mate and the second better half, that was the Goddess's way of putting friendship between her children, but the wolves being an animal of instinct, the first generation did not fare well, and spoiled things further. It was then left to the second generation to set things straight, or perhaps the third. Alpha's Wilson and Quinton, are both paired with witches, one hot-headed, the other level-headed, but, what did their attitude get them? Nowhere!. That's where.

Makasih Sen lo udah menjelma sebagai pelangi di kehidupan gue yang monokrom. Berkat lo orang seperti gue bisa ngerasa bahagia. Tapi maaf, gue nggak bisa bertahan di samping lo lagi, gue sayang lo tapi gue nggak mau bawa kesialan dalam hidup lo. Gue ikhlas, semoga bahagia karena kalo lo bahagia gue bisa ngelanjutin hidup gue tanpa rasa bersalah. Raden Akasena Kavi. Cowok bermulut pedas, tapi dengan para gadis dia masih bisa bersikap manis kecuali pada Laura. Gadis yang membuat Sena mengibarkan bendera permusuhan, Sena menganggap Laura itu munafik. Menampilkan seolah semua baik-baik saja padahal gadis itu menyimpan sesuatu yang menyesakkan dada karena terlalu mendendam. “Kasihan banget lo ye, hidup lo kejam keras dan nggak adil. Denger gue baik-baik, lo tuh nggak special tuan putri. Hidup itu nggak adil untuk semua orang bukan buat lo doang,” bentak Sena. “Stop bertingkah kalau semua orang harus ngertiin perasaan elo. Salah lo sendiri, kenapa lo nggak pernah jujur!” Anasthusa Laura Banuska. Siswi penurut dan pintar, gadis itu selalu menunjukkan sisi cerianya. Tapi siapa sangka di balik itu, Laura menyimpan rahasia besar. Dia menggunakan topeng, tetapi tidak di depan Sena. Laura bisa melepaskan topeng itu kapan saja jika Sena di sampingnya. “Makasih yah Sen, makasih karena lo selalu bantuin gue. Makasih lo selalu marahin dan ingetin gue kalo salah." “Dan makasih karena elo, gue bisa jadi diri gue sendiri,” ucap Laura dengan tulus. “Hati-hati,” ujar Sena pelan, menatap Laura. “Hati-Hati kenapa?” tanya Lauran heran. Memangnya dia melakukan hal yang berbahaya? “Ya hati-hati aja, entar lo jatuh hati ke gue. Idih najis banget,” ejek Sena disertai dengan tertawa terbahak. Jangan mau hidup seperti Sena, selalu ngoceh kalau dia tidak cinta Laura tetapi rela mati demi melindungi gadis itu. Dan jangan mau bersikap seperti Laura, mengaku cinta kepada Sena tetapi melepaskan lelaki itu hanya karena ego sendiri.

"Berapa bayaran lo buat satu malam?" Langkahku terhenti seketika. "Kenapa? Segitu pengennya lo ngerasain permainan gue?" Aku kembali, menatap dirinya dari ujung sepatu hingga puncak kepalanya seolah menyelidik. "Buat apa? Nunjukkin ke orang-orang kalau lo hebat gitu? Ke mana otak lo? Harga diri lo?" Sara maju selangkah, menghadapi aku yang berusaha terlihat kuat dengan bersedekap. Nyatanya aku hanya melindungi diri. "Ngebayar gue buat semalam?" Aku menertawakan idenya. "Aksa! Kalau memang cuma itu caranya buat bisa dekat sama elo. Kasih tau gue!"

"M-Master… I-I want to…" "Touch yourself? No. You're not allowed to." It's now lunchtime, and I'm hiding in one of the bathroom stalls at the office, video calling a stranger who isn't showing his face. He's dressed mysteriously in a suit and tie, nonchalantly toying with the remote control in his hand. Meanwhile, I am at my wit's end on the bathroom floor, feeling the foreign item inside me pulsing rapidly and sending me straight to the edge. None of this is consensual. It all begins with the mysterious "Love Mission" app I accidentally downloaded and installed on my phone.

Suasana meledak, semua orang maju. Aku segera bergerak cepat ke arah Salma yang langsung melayangkan kakinya ke selangkangan dua pria yang mengapitnya. Aku meraih tangan Salma. Sesuai arahku Ferdi dan tiga temannya mengikutiku. "Fer, bawa!" Aku melepas lengan Salma. Ferdi bergegas menariknya menjauhiku. "Keluar!" tegasku sambil menunjuk arah belakang yang memang kosong. "Nggak, Arka!" teriak Salma, terus menjulurkan tangan. Aku tersenyum. Salma perlahan hilang. Syukurlah mereka berhasil kabur. Hampir lima belas menit, aku masih bertahan. Banyak dari mereka yang langsung tumbang setelah kuhajar. Tapi beberapa serangan berhasil membuat sekujur badanku babak belur. Kini penglihatanku sudah mulai runyam. Aku segera meraih balok kayu yang tergeletak tak jauh, lalu menodongkannya ke segala arah. Tanpa terduga, ada yang menyerangku dari belakang, kepalaku terasa dihantam keras dengan benda tumpul. Kakiku tak kuat lagi menopang, tak lama tubuhku telah terjengkang. Pandanganku menggelap. Sayup-sayup, aku mendengar bunyi yang tak asing. Namun, seketika hening. (Maaf, ya, jika ada narasi maupun dialog yang memakai Bahasa Sunda. Kalau mau tahu artinya ke Mbah Google aja, ya, biar sambil belajar plus ada kerjaan. Ehehehe. Salam damai dari Author) Ikuti aku di cuiter dan kilogram @tadi_hujan, agar kita bisa saling kenal.

Ketika ranking komiknya terjun bebas dalam semalam, Trisha terpaksa membuka diri untuk terjun ke dalam dunia penulisan Romance. Namun, apa yang harus dia lakukan ketika dirinya sama sekali tidak berpengalaman dalam hal tersebut? "Besok pagi lo interview buat jadi asisten aktor. Pastikan kalau lo keterima! Karena semua itu bisa jadi bahan buat kelanjutan komik lo," "Van, tapi–" "Gue enggak menerima protes apa pun! Lakukan semua itu kalau lo gak mau dipecat, Trisha!" *** "Lo siapa?" "Perkenalkan, saya Trisha, asisten baru di sini." "Asisten? Gue enggak butuh! Lo gue pecat! Sekarang keluar dari ruangan ini!" "Wajah doang tampan, tapi kelakuan lebih parah dari iblis!" This cover was drawn by Mingming

A week before my bonding ceremony, my younger sister traveled from a distant pack to be my maid of honor. While she was trying on her dress, the phone she had left outside suddenly rang. “Florence, can you answer that for me? I can’t get it right now.” I picked it up, and a male werewolf’s voice came through the line. “Baby, I bought you a gorgeous lingerie set. Tonight is going to be amazing.” I didn’t make a sound. A cold chill sliced straight through me. That voice belonged to none other than my mate-to-be, Dylan Conner.

I begged my husband ninety-nine times to go with me to Jay Boone's concert. On the hundredth time, he finally bought two front-row tickets. Dressed to the nines, I was stopped at the entrance by security because I couldn't produce my ticket. By the time the concert ended, I still hadn't been able to get through to him on the phone. News broke that my husband and his young girlfriend were at the concert, requesting "Sunny Day" from Jay Boone. The story shot straight to the trending charts. There's no rain in the lyrics of "Sunny Day." Because the only world caught in a torrential downpour was mine.

Late one night after getting off work, I was scrolling through my company group chat when a colleague shared a piece of news. The headline was horrifying. "Night-Shift Courier Murdered During Delivery, Police Suspect Robbery." I zoomed in on the crime scene photo that had been partially pixelated, and a chill ran straight down my spine. Lying in a pool of blood, the courier who had been hacked to death was unmistakably me. I had scrolled into news of my own death. Almost at the same time, my delivery app began vibrating violently. "Urgent pickup! Destination: Unit 704 Hawthorne Ridge Apartments, Building 7. Time limit: 15 minutes. Penalty for timeout: Death." As I stared at the notification that read "Pickup failed three times", the searing pain of my brutal death surged through my body. So that was it. I had already died three times. When I forced open the half-closed security door of 704 for the fourth time, a thin delivery envelope lay quietly inside. I tore it open. A photograph slipped out. It was a picture of my dismembered body. The timestamp showed tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. On the back was a single line written in fresh blood: "Next time, remember to pick it up on time." At that moment, the red indicator light on the hallway surveillance camera suddenly went dark. I looked up. From the ventilation opening in the exact same spot, a single eye was staring straight at me. The mole at the corner of that eye was identical to mine.

​Daphne Clarke has spent her life keeping her head down. Juggling classes, part-time jobs, and dreams of a better future. One impulsive night at a party shatters her careful routine when she wakes up next to Zachary Moreau, the enigmatic heir to a billion-dollar empire. Years later, as a single mother struggling to rebuild her life, fate leads her straight back into his world. Only this time, she’s working for him, and he has no idea they share a son. Bound by secrets, a looming arranged marriage, and undeniable chemistry, Daphne and Zachary are on a collision course that could change everything.