Lucid Dream Artinya

My younger sister, Camilla Voss, and I were unexpectedly transported into a cursed world of werewolves. The Moon Goddess gave us a choice to decide our fate. Option One: become an Alpha Female, wielding power strong enough to destroy the heavens and earth, but cursed with a grotesque, bloated body. Option Two: become a Moon Blessed—physically weak, yet blessed with breathtaking beauty and extraordinary fertility. In my past life, Camilla chose to become the Alpha Female while I became the Moon Blessed. The pack shunned Camilla for her crude appearance, while I relied on my intelligence and reproductive gift to support three Alpha King's heirs born without wolf spirits, helping them reclaim their thrones. Consumed by jealousy, Camilla went mad. While I was in labor, she poisoned me with silver. With my last breath, I dragged her down with me. When I opened my eyes again, we were back at the moment of choice. This time, Camilla seized the Moon Blessed identity before I could. "Seraphina, the throne of the Luna Queen is mine this time. As for those three worthless cripples who can't even maintain their wolf forms, I’ll generously leave them to you." I forced down the wild surge of joy in my chest. What was so good about becoming breeding stock for three twisted monsters? She had no idea—on this land where only the strong survive, absolute power is the only thing that crushes everything else.

Meet the Aserons. Ravin Aseron-Navarre, Simoun Aseron, Bastian Aseron and Giac Aseron. They are the rich and gorgeous grandsons of billionaire Nemo Aseron. All of them are eligible bachelors. But none of them wanted to get married. Bagay na labis na tinututulan ng lolo nila. Lolo Nemo Aseron is an old billionaire who wanted to see his grandchildren married before he passes away. Kaya naman plinano niya na ihanap ng mga mapapangasawa ang apat na apo niya na sina Ravin, Simoun, Bastian at Giac. Buo na ang plano ni Lolo Nemo na iparehas sila sa mga babaeng napili niya para sa mga ito. The old crafty and scheming billionaire was determined to arrange the next Aseron Weddings. Ravin was the tough former Marine. Could bratty heiress Shebbah tame his heart? Simoun was the cold businessman. Could quiet and shy Menchie melt his heart? Bastian was the heartbroken bastard of the family. Could former bad girl Aishell heal his broken heart? And Giac was known as the Casanova Aseron. Could straitlaced Elizabeth capture his elusive heart? Are you invited to the next Aseron Wedding?

"Jika aku diberi kesempatan untuk lahir kembali.. aku tidak ingin menjadi istrimu, mas. Aku tidak mau menjadi orang ketiga diantara hubunganmu dengannya. Kamu pantas bahagia." "Lalu kenapa aku harus jatuh cinta padamu diujung perpisahan kita?" *** Indah sudah putus asa akan hubungannya dengan suaminya. Ia pasrah ketika Biru memberikan talak tiga dan mengakhiri kisah rumah tangga mereka. Tapi kenapa cinta malah terbit di hati Biru ketika perpisahan mereka diujung mata? Sedangkan mereka sudah tak memiliki jalan untuk kembali bersama..

"Di kepalamu itu uang aja isinya!" Bentak Huda. "Cukup diam di rumah dan ngurus anak, ngerti?" "Mas..." Andara harap suaminya mengerti kesulitan dirinya. Uang itu dilempar oleh Huda ke belakang dan menjatuhkan harga diri Andara sebagai istri yang sudah tulus mengabdi kepadanya. Padahal sebagai istri, Andara sudah patuh dan rela berhenti bekerja demi mengurus anak mereka. Namun nasib memiliki suami pelit, Andara harus puas diberi nafkah hanya 200 ribu per bulan. Padahal pernikahan mereka sudah berjalan hampir 10 tahun. Tapi soal nafkah, Huda enggan menaikan pemberiannya. Apalagi beberapa tahun ke belakang Andara tak pernah lagi mengeluh soal nafkah. Diterima dan dicukupkannya saja pemberian suaminya sampai Huda merasakan perubahan yang besar pada diri Andara.. Perubahan yang membuat Huda menyesal selamanya..

My husband was the leader of the rescue team. As I was trapped in a cave and surrounded by a pack of wolves, I desperately called him over and over. Yet, he hung up on me every single time. When the fire nearly burnt out and the wolves got closer, he finally called me and angrily accused me, "Can you stop wasting public resources? I'm the rescue team leader first, and then your husband." In the background, I heard a soft, feminine voice saying, "Howard, my arm has a cut. Can you take me to the hospital?" I was familiar with that voice. It was my husband's first love. Ever since her husband died, she clung to him. And my husband... He didn't just tolerate it; rather, he seemed to enjoy it. A wave of despair washed over me as I ended the call. My hands were trembling, and I tried to call the police, but before I could, the leader of the wolves pounced on me. I fell hard to the ground, and the rest of the pack, sensing the signal, ran toward me at an extraordinary speed. I didn't stand a chance to fight back, and in mere moments, I was ripped into pieces. Before my consciousness slipped away, I struggled to glance down at my lower abdomen one last time, and my lips quivered. "My baby, I'm sorry I failed you…"

"I want you... Wolf," She whispers sweetly, taking my bottom between her teeth and she lightly sucks on it with a moan leaving her lips. She releases my lip, her hands move to the buckle of my slacks and she loosens it. I clamp my eyes shut, leaning my head against the doorframe with a silent plea hanging on the tip of my tongue that I don't lose contro,l and take her like a savaged beast. --- LOVING wolf was like a chaotic thunderstorm engulfing me. He was beautiful, unpredictable, and brutally ruthless. Someone like me doesn't belong in his world. Used as a pawn, I find myself falling into the wrong hands time and time again. BUT I always end back up in the hands that make my body burn with fever, my heart pound with desire, and my blood boil, with contempt. He is my Wolf, and I am his Red to our screwed-up fairytale love story.

On the ninth year after our bonding ceremony, my mate, Alpha Kyle Burns, finds himself hopelessly in love with Ivy Cline, an Omega who's taken in as a prisoner of war from a pack that has been conquered by the Silver Moon pack. Ivy is supposed to be a lowly prisoner, and yet she often keeps her head high in an arrogant manner. One time, she kicks the things gifted to her by Kyle into a puddle in front of everyone else. "I might be a prisoner, but I refuse to become a traitor who clings to wolves of power for survival! You can keep your disgusting charity act to yourself!" Those are the exact words that have Kyle wrapped around Ivy's little finger. In order to conquer the wild-spirited Ivy, Kyle personally severs the mind-link that he has maintained with me for the past nine years. He completely disregards the fact that I'm his fated mate as well as the most reverent Luna of the pack. But he most likely has forgotten the blood curse my father, who was also the former Alpha of the pack, asked the witch to place on him. If Kyle and I don't head over to the Moon Goddess' altar to extend our bond once ten years are up, the curse will take effect. That's when the mate bond between us will be completely severed.

“Run, Nisha. I can not protect you in this situation.” Nisha ran through the forest as fast as she could, but was surrounded by her attackers. This story is centered on the love triangle between the Alpha Lycan twins and Nisha, a nymphomaniac. She fell in love with Lycan King Dylan, and became his Luna, but was killed by the council of elders when she was caught cheating on the Lycan King. Dylan could not fight for her as it was against the rule, as King, so he helped her escape, but ended up being killed. Many years later, Nisha re-incarnated in another kingdom as Mia, but she fell in love with Dylan’s unknown twin, Derek. What is going to happen when the Alpha Lycan King, Dylan, who knew about her re-incarnation, find her, but finds her with someone who looks just like him?

My fiancé's true love was diagnosed with an incurable disease. Her last request? "I want your bridal gown, your wedding, your fiancé, and you to be our wedding witness." She donned the gown I had made for myself, wore the jewelry I had chosen for my special day, and took my fiancé's arm. She stole my marriage. I thought I would endure it—for the sake of a dying woman. But that wasn't enough for her. Soon, she attended an auction to buy the only thing I had left from my late mother. I watched as she and my ex drove the price of Mom's white nephrite bracelet up to a staggering 27,000,000 dollars. The people I had called family had drained me dry. I was at my wit's end. I couldn't afford to keep the bracelet any longer. I was about to lose my mother's keepsake—until a calm, cool voice echoed above the din. "40,000,000." The crowd fell silent. The mysterious scion of the Kenway family had spoken. And he added, "A gift for me to the ever-elegant Miss Taylor Jones." I thanked him. "I'll repay you for this, Mr. Kenway. Slowly, but surely!" He frowned. "Hold on. Don't you remember me, Taylor?" "Huh?!"

On the day the gynecologist confirmed that I was pregnant, my husband, Austin Jones, pushed me into the operating room to donate blood to save his first love. Feeling frail after the blood transfusion, I almost fainted in front of Austin. However, he pushed me away and went to take care of his first love. Furthermore, he hung up on all my phone calls and stayed with his first love all night on the day I miscarried. Time after time, I was met with disappointment. When I finally decided that I had enough of his mistreatment and no longer wanted to love him, he panicked and begged me to give him another chance.