Mahkota Princess

Hunter was back, but this time, everything was different. With their biggest threat breathing down their necks, Kyra, Hunter, and Caleb will be tested like never before. At first, Kyra believes she can build a life with both of the men she loves, but it proves to be more difficult than she could have imagined. It's a race against time as she tries to help Hunter regain his memories. Being torn in two different directions, everything gets put on the line. Hunter's memories hold the key to their survival. Just when Kyra believes it can't get much worse, she is forced to choose between the two men she loves or lose them both. Can Hunter remember everything in time to put an end to the destruction they face? Will Kyra find a way to keep both Caleb and Hunter safe? Is it possible to have two mates, or must she give up one? Just how much is she willing to sacrifice for the fate of those she loves?

My company had arranged a wilderness survival retreat deep in the heart of Moonshadow Forest—a place where even seasoned wolves tread cautiously. That night, a sudden downpour ripped through the campsite, drenching the earth and filling the air with the thick scent of damp moss and shifting soil. I woke abruptly, the cold seeping into my bones. Instinctively, I reached out to the space beside me, seeking the warmth of my mate. Empty. A sharp pang of unease clawed at my chest. My wolf, dulled by the suppressant herbs I had taken to blend into human society, stirred restlessly. Fumbling in the darkness, I grabbed my phone and dialed Nigel. The line barely had time to connect before he emerged from the undergrowth—disheveled, breathless. His grip was iron-tight as he seized my wrist, pulling me downhill. His scent was sharp with adrenaline, but beneath it—something foreign, something wrong. We ran, my boots sinking into the mud. My keen vision caught glimpses of his rumpled clothing, the way his collar was misaligned—and the faint imprint of lips on his jaw. My pulse pounded in my ears. Betrayal. I wrenched my arm from his grasp, my claws itching to unsheathe despite the human form I forced myself to maintain. "Where were you?" My voice came out low, edged with the danger of a wolf barely leashed. The suppressants in my bloodstream faltered under the weight of my fury. The storm had driven everyone into their tents, leaving the clearing eerily silent as we reached the base of the mountain. But she was there. A woman stood beneath the flickering glow of the emergency lanterns, her hair tousled, her fingers gripping Nigel’s jacket as if it belonged to her. I knew her. The new intern. Her face held an unsettling resemblance to mine, as if the Moon Goddess herself had carved her from the shadows of my reflection. The realization struck like a silver dagger to my chest. Even the mate who had once sworn to fight the world for me had given in to betr

As the Alpha Princess, Elizabeth is asked by her Alpha King father to marry one of the famous Alpha heirs triplets—Alexander, Kai, and Ronan Ashford. Elizabeth's lover, Gideon, is about to return from the army and proposes to her, but her father does not agree to their union because of Gideon's inferior Gamma status. In order to get rid of this arranged marriage, Elizabeth and her father agree that she would hide her identity and enter the school where the triplets are studying, and as long as one of the triplets falls in love with her without knowing who she is, she will agree to marry him. Her father agrees to help hide her identity. Elizabeth enters the school in disguise and happens to meet the Ashford triplets. Elizabeth tries to hide her identity in front of the triplets, but they seem to have seen through her disguise: ”Why l think you’re lying, Princess Elizabeth?”

From crazily chasing behind her crush, who rejected her, she found herself falling for her contracted husband, who was arrogant.   "Am I not looking attractive?" Abby asked, pulling his face closer to her by the collar.   "A lot!" Steven mumbled.   "What about my attitude? Is it bothering you?" update time : Every Friday GMT - 3:00 p.m. IST- 8:30 p.m.   "No!" Steven said. Actually, it did at first.   "Will you oppose if I say I want to get pleasured by you?"   Steven shocked. His heartbeat, which had been throbbed all the while, now stopped for a second.   Abby is now seeking his touch, but when she has no choice but to choose him as her contract husband, she soulfully hates his arrogance.   Just jump into the story to know how she falls for him despite having personal hate towards him and also how his arrogance turned into softness for her.

Tara and Mike didn't choose each other. An arranged marriage binds them, trapping them in a cohabitation as burning as it is explosive. She, audacious, obstinate, wants to tame this man with the fiery gaze, this cold, angry husband who hides his wounds behind a wall of ice. He, haunted by his fears, consumed by jealousy, fights against the disturbance this unsubmissive woman awakens in him. Between confrontations and attraction, their daily life becomes a battlefield where every word is a weapon, every glance a provocation. Tara wants to understand him, to push him to love. Mike wants to protect himself from her, but ends up burning with desire for her. In this war where love and hate intertwine, the real battle lies elsewhere: learning to trust, to respect, to heal. But when two wounded souls clash, can one truly hope for peace… or only reap the ashes of an impossible love?

Aren, pangeran yang kehilangan segalanya. Akibat invasi dari kerajaan besar di seberang selat Hirin. Masa-masa beratnya sebagai pangeran mahkota kerajaan Wersin. Semakin memburuk semenjak serangan besar-besaran dari pihak musuh. Itu semua terjadi tepat pada saat dia baru saja akan dinobatkan sebagai raja baru. Datang sosok pembawa keajaiban. Seorang kesatria wanita yang berhasil memukul mundur semua serangan musuh. Waktu berlalu dan Aren telah menjadi raja di Kerajaan Wersin. Sedangkan kesatria wanita itu sudah mulai menua. Hingga tidak sanggup lagi untuk melakukan tugasnya sebagai seorang kesatria. Karena itu, dia terpaksa harus pensiun dari tugas beratnya itu. Sebagai penghargaan atas segala jasanya di masa lalu. Kesatria wanita itu diperbolehkan untuk meminta satu permintaan kepada raja. Disaat itulah, kesatria wanita itu meminta untuk bisa menjadi permaisuri raja. Banyak yang menentang dan berusaha mengalihkan permintaannya itu. Dengan harta dan hal lain sebagai pengganti permintaannya. Namun kesatria wanita itu tetap teguh dengan satu keinginannya itu. Apakah raja akan menerima permintaan kesatria wanita itu? Untuk mau menikahi wanita yang sudah mulai tutup umur. Memangnya Raja Aren mau? Menghabiskan waktu bersama wanita tua itu hingga dia tutup umur. Hayan13 : Aren (Cuted Story)

Setelah kehormatan Nuraini direnggut paksa, takdir mempertemukan mereka kembali dan mengharuskan mereka kembali saling berkaitan. Rasa trauma, benci dan rendah diri pada Nuraini menjadi kesempatan bagi Safitri untuk memaksanya meminjamkan rahim agar membuatnya mendapatkan kesempatan dipanggil sebagai ibu. Nuraini tak bisa menuruti permintaan Safitri tapi takdir buruk kembali berpihak padanya sehingga tak punya kesempatan untuk menolak. Januar, pelaku sekaligus suami yang baik bagi Safitri dihadapkan pada keadaan yang membuatnya tak bisa berkutik. Ia berada di posisi antara iba, trauma dan cinta.

Di pesta pernikahan yang kurancang sendiri, tunanganku yang biasanya serius dan jarang tersenyum malah kabur bersama asistennya yang mengenakan gaun pengantin. Adiknya tiba-tiba naik ke mobil pengantin, menarikku yang masih panik ke kantor catatan sipil, lalu bilang mau menikah denganku. Dekorasi tiba-tiba ambruk, memperlihatkan tamu-tamu undangan yang menertawakanku. Dua sahabat masa kecilku yang dulu bersumpah akan menjagaku seumur hidup, malah merobek surat nikah palsu demi membuat si asisten tersenyum dan melemparkan sobekannya ke wajahku. Mereka bertiga bersulang di atas panggung, seolah dunia milik sendiri. “Konsep pernikahanmu terlalu kuno, dijadikan pesta lajang untuk Yovita itu justru keberuntunganmu!” “Pernikahan resminya diadakan di hari minggu! Bagaimana? Ide Yovita mengejutkan sekali, ‘kan?” Kedua orang itu begitu yakin aku tak akan meninggalkan mereka. Namun, aku hanya dengan tenang mengambil ponselku. “Jadwal nikahku dengan putra mahkota Keluarga Lessy ditetapkan di hari minggu ini saja.”

"Nous voilà arrivés à votre nouvel établissement, votre Altesse." Je baissais la vitre teintée pour avoir une meilleure vue de l'édifice avant d'attraper mon sac prête à sortir de la limousine. "Pas si vite mademoiselle." Je me tournais vers Edgar la bouche en cœur. "Cela ne marche pas sur moi, votre Altesse." Je soufflais contrariée et reprenais place sur la banquette arrière. "La directrice de l'établissement va venir vous chercher. Elle vous donnera votre emploi du temps et votre chambre. Vous allez devoir la partager avec une autre jeune fille." Je n'en pouvais plus d'attendre mais je me forçais à rester assise. J'étais dans une limousine après tout je ne voulais pas attirer les regards. "Je peux y aller maintenant? -Abrielle n'oubliez pas que vous êtes ici sous couverture. Personne ne doit découvrir qui vous êtes ou sinon... -Sinon Gaspard risquerait de me retrouver. Je le sais. -Vos parents seraient fières de vous. -Fières? Satisfaits maximum. Je leur obéit au doigt et à l'œil sans rechigner. On me cache d'un psychopathe qui me veut du mal pour prendre de l'argent à mes parents. Personne ne sait que j'existe... -Ils font cela pour votre bien. Ils tiennent à vous. -C'est cela oui. Je ne les ai pas vus depuis mes quatre ans. Ils ne m'ont même pas envoyé de carte pour mon anniversaire. Tout ce que j'ai d'eux est une carte bancaire. Pour moi ce n'est pas cela tenir à quelqu'un. J'ai de la chance qu'ils aient acceptés que j'aille à l'école avec les autres adolescents de mon âge. Si ça ne tenait qu'à eux je serais enfermée dans une tour. -Mademoiselle Abrielle... -Je serai sage."

Trois ans auparavant, j'ai drogué l'héritier mafieux, Victor. Après cette nuit de folie, il ne m'a pas tuée. Au lieu de cela, il m'a baisée jusqu'à ce que mes jambes faiblissent, en m'agrippant à la taille et en murmurant le même mot encore et encore : « Principessa ». Alors que j'allais lui demander sa main, son premier amour, Isabelle, est revenue. Pour la rendre heureuse, Victor m'a fait renverser par une voiture, a fait jeter le relique de ma mère à des chiens errants et m'a envoyée en prison... Mais quand j'ai finalement été brisée, m'envolant vers Marseille pour épouser quelqu'un d'autre, Victor a mis Paris sens dessus dessous pour me retrouver.