Long-lost Brothers

When I was five months pregnant, I was kidnapped by a group of thugs. They used my phone to call my brother, Jeremy Wirkola, and my husband, Grant Sanders, to demand a ransom of ten million, but no one answered. I was tortured and assaulted until I was barely alive. When I was finally rescued, Jeremy cried and promised to avenge me. Grant was in tears too. He vowed to get me treated. However, while under the haze of anesthesia, I overheard Grant's cold voice outside the door. “Jessie is waiting for a bone marrow, but don’t forget to remove Ashlyn’s uterus. Just tell her the injuries were too severe to save it. Oh, and get the best surgeon for her. She’s afraid of pain.” His assistant hesitated. He was clearly uncomfortable. “Mr. Sanders, isn’t this going too far?” Grant paused for a second before he replied firmly. “She refused to donate her bone marrow to Jessie and even used the baby as an excuse. She’s selfish. Besides, if we don’t do this, how can I bring back Jessie and our child into the family? As for Ashlyn, she’s my wife. I’ll make it up to her for the rest of my life. She used to bully Jessie with her status, which resulted in Jessie suffering from depression and almost killing herself. It’s time she paid the price for it.” As I listened to his heartless words, something inside me shattered completely. Since they had chosen to sacrifice me for Jessie, let them have what they wanted then.

My husband's adopted sister invited me out to dinner, and while we were eating, disaster struck—a violent earthquake shook the ground beneath us. My husband, a firefighter, rushed to the scene as quickly as he could. But fate had a cruel plan for us. We were trapped beneath a massive boulder, unable to move, and the rescuers could only save one of us. He made his choice. He chose her—the adopted sister who had always been frail and sickly—over me, his wife, who was five months pregnant with his child. I begged him, pleaded with him to save me. But he turned his back on me. The boulder pressed harder, and I felt the sickening crack of my arm breaking. He didn't even flinch. "Alice has always been weak," he said coldly. "If I leave her here, she'll die." But when I died, he lost his mind.

My husband was Damian, the Don of the Manhattan Mafia. Everyone thought he worshipped me, but the second his childhood sweetheart, Sophia, came back, I became invisible. He ditched me for her over and over again. It all broke when I started miscarrying. Even as my blood stained his car seat, he didn't even flinch. He just shoved me out of the car. "Sophia has a severe phobia of blood. You’re going to terrify her!" I woke up in the hospital to a taunting text from her: “I said I was a little hungry, and Damian actually got in the kitchen to cook for me. He spoils me way too much.” The photo showed the most powerful man in the city personally making her a meal. I didn't cry. I just called my mentor. "Sir, I had thought it through, and I was accepting the invitation for that international medical research project. Get me out of here. The further, the better." Since he couldn't let Sophia go, I decided to let them be. In three days, I was leaving Damian’s world for good.

Namaku Claretta Elvina, mahasiswa semester akhir di Kota Banjarbaru. Tak pernah terbayang olehku, mendapatkan pengalaman aneh setelah selesai mengikuti kegiatan Kuliah Kerja Nyata (KKN) di Pulau Laut. Dalam perjalanan pulang ke Banjarbaru, aku tersesat di sebuah kota yang tak kasat mata, tapi kota itu diyakini keberadaannya oleh masyarakat sekitar. Di sana, aku ditolong oleh seorang dokter muda yang tampan bernama Ansel. Di satu sisi, aku sangat merindukan keluargaku dan Nathan, sahabat baikku.Namun di sisi lain, aku tak rela berpisah dengan pria yang telah berhasil mencuri hatiku. Saat perasaan hatiku sedang terombang-ambing, mendadak aku kembali ke Banjarbaru, kembali lagi ke kehidupanku yang sebelumnya. Apa yang harus kulakukan? Haruskah aku kembali mencari dan memecahkan misteri kota yang hilang itu demi bertemu kembali dengan cinta sejatiku? Atau haruskah aku melanjutkan hidupku dan melupakan Ansel untuk selamanya?

Ruth Abellana is egocentric, self-centered and ambitious. She never values anyone except for herself and her sister, Tina. Loves money and materialistic. On the night of May 25th, Ruth involved in an unfortunate event. In the halfway of a calm and tranquil night, an accident occurs in the bridge. Due to it, she was lying in a coma for a couple of months. After 6 months long, Ruth was finally awake, but something odd happened, she sees the soul of an unknown man, asking for help. He can't remember anything except the tragedy of his death, which was the accident on the bridge on the night of May 25.

"I'll make you mine before he does." *** Drake and Paul are two handsome, strong and intellectual playboys who are the eye candies and rays of attention. Rich, hot and successful, they could get any girl they wanted but it all comes crashing when one woman threatens to break the bond between the boys. Loving one woman seems to be a curse in the Hamilton bloodline and this time, the romance is sizzling hot with two raging men after one girl. Can she take one or two?

“Strip and kneel down, Teresa” “You should know better than to try and escape us, Teresa. We own you, you belong to us and we will do with you as we please” “This isn't a normal mate bond. When we are hurt, she's hurt and when she's hurt, we are hurt…So that means, if she dies, we die and if we die, she dies” In the Black Crest pack, Omegas were sold as slaves and breeders. Teresa Finch was disowned by her mother because she was an Omega, her mother had just become the new wife of the Old Alpha Brock and didn't want him to find out that she had a weak daughter. This led to Teresa being put out for auction where she met her three mates. Keller, Bennett and Lynch, the domineering trio. They were the three sons of Old alpha Brock and known for their ruthless and rebellious behavior. They were selfish and nonchalant, taking pleasure in oppressing the weak. And Teresa just so happens to be their perfect target. Angry that their mate was nothing more than a weak omega, they decided to make her their plaything. But how long does this go on for when one of them suddenly went missing, one turned partially rogue and the third lost his wolf? Teresa in the midst of all these strange occurrences was the only one who could find out the truth and fix them… especially when her life was on the line too.

My adopted sister, Clara, framed me. She claimed I forced beast blood down her throat. The terror, she said, gave her a heart attack. So my three beloved vampire brothers sealed me away. They trapped me in the observatory in the highest tower, bound by a blood curse. I pounded on the door, helpless, explaining and begging them to let me out. Damien, my eldest brother, the head of our family, pierced me with a look of cold disappointment. Then he turned his back on me. "There's a limit to your selfishness, Lilith. Clara is a fragile human. She has a heart condition! Did you force that filth on her? Were you trying to kill her? I don't want to see this cruel side of you again. Stay in here and think about what you've done." Ethan, the rock star, and Julian, the gothic architect, couldn't even look at me. Their voices were tight with anger and exhaustion. "We put up with your tantrums, but not so you could hurt our family! You've let us down, Lilith. Stay in there and figure out what you did wrong." Then they carefully lifted the "unconscious" Clara and disappeared down the hall. But they didn't know. The observatory was only meant to open at night. But it malfunctioned. When morning came, the dome didn't close. Deadly sunlight streamed straight in. My power evaporated. My screams turned to silence. I burned to ash. Three days later, my brothers returned with a "recovered" Clara. Only then did they remember me. They had no idea the sun had already executed me.

My boyfriend, Jacob Torrance, claimed he hated being touched. Five years together, and all I got were stiff hand-holds and the rare side-hug. Even in bed, he kept his distance. I figured he was just emotionally shut off. Then he dropped this: he wanted a kid—with his mentor's daughter. "Take it as a sperm donation," he said. "Dr. Lynn asked me before he died. Wendy's got no one else." I smiled. "You don't have to explain. I support you." When you're over someone, there's no point fighting about what's right or wrong.

The day two students got into a dispute, I ran into Morris Freeman, my ex from ten years ago. The boy who had been fighting wiped his tears and called him "Dad". Morris froze when he saw me, then finally remembered what was going on and apologized. "Ms. Langstaff, I'm sorry for causing you trouble." I handled the compensation by the book and wrapped everything up. When it was over, he lagged behind, clearly wanting to say something. "Back then, I remember you didn't want to be a teacher." I gave a faint smile and walked him to the office door. "People change. So do their ideas." Just like my feelings for him. That chapter had been closed a long time ago.