Marga Natio

Perang antara marga Kuromori dan Makigara yang tak berkesudahan telah merenggut banyak nyawa. Para anak yang ditinggal mati menjadi yatim atau bahkan.yatim piatu. Isae adalah contoh anak yatim piatu itu. Ditinggal mati oleh ayah, lalu disusul oleh ibu yang lebih mementingkan ego untuk gantung diri. Alih-alih setelah tumbuh dewasa ingin ikut berperang, rupanya apa yang dia lihat lebih menakutkan dari perang itu sendiri. Aksi pelecehan kian turut andil, ketakutannya bertambah saat lemparan pisau amatiran milik Isae melesat tak cekatan melukai seorang gadis yang dia temui di sungai. Kondisi bertambah buruk dengan hubungan persahabatan Isae dan Kasami yang retak karena hal sepele dan beberapa teror di masing-masing kubu. Tapi teror itu yang menjadi alasan Tuan Ikada memerintah Tuan Hayade untuk mengirimkan para remaja ke kota Yokohama agar di didik. Apa daya, rencana itu bagaikan air yang mengalir sehingga seseorang berhasil menculik orang-orang secara acak baik di desa Kuromori maupun di desa Makigara, sehingga mereka sadar ini genderang perang yang lebih hebat. Namun sebagiannya beranggapan ini adalah tipu muslihat sekelompok orang yang ingin melihat kedua marga ini sama-sama sengsara.

He is drunk on love. Drunk on her. Drunk on Margarita. ************************** Walong taong pilit kinakalimutan ni Margarita ang isang mainit na gabing pinagsaluhan nila ni Atty. Cohen Delgado ngunit hindi niya inaasahang magkikita silang muli. At kahit anong gawin niyang iwas sa lalaki, daig naman pa naman nito ang kabuteng sumusulpot kong nassan siya, ang malala ito pa ang naging bagong boss niya. Pilit niyang itinatanggi ang nakaraan ngunit pilit naman iyong pinapaalala ng lalaki. Hanggang kailan niya iiwasan ang abogadong wagas kung makabakod kahit hindi naman sila? Bakit ba kinukulit pa rin siya nito kahit alam naman niyang hindi na sila pwede? Kaya nga ba niyang umiwas sa tuksong dala nito?Anong sekreto nga ba ang pinaka-iingatan niyang ayaw niyang mabunyag nito?

At my engagement party, my cousin drugged herself and tearfully begged me to lend her my fiance for one night, so I sent the Eastons' youngest son, who had always had a thing for her, on her way. When Erin woke up and realized it wasn't my fiance, she killed herself out of shame and despair. My fiance didn't blame me; he treated me as he always had. Ridden with guilt, I took care of Erin's mother after her death. But on my wedding day, my groom turned husband had me drugged and threw me to beggars. "Erin suffered like this back then," he said coldly. "You can atone for her pain with that filthy body of yours." And so, on my wedding night, I was violated to death—with a baby in my belly. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to that night when Erin tearfully begged me to give my fiance to her.

Juste Isaacs wants to break free from their clan's barbaric nature. So when a skillful human tribute, Chastine, becomes captive of their tribe, he runs away with her and together they seek to find the cure for his mutative bloodline. Will they succeed in finding the cure? Twists, turns and tilts follow them as they set out on a quest to seek out the Remedium.

He catches my wrist as I try to flee, spinning me back against his chest in the empty hallway. "Running from me again? That's not very stepmother-ly of you." His lips brush the shell of my ear, and I shiver. "Let me go, Klaus," I manage, though my body melts into his touch. "Before someone sees…" "Let them," he murmurs, his hand sliding up my thigh beneath my skirts. "Let the whole kingdom see and know that you are mine, damnit!” ***** She wore a veil and a lie when she walked into the palace as the Alpha King's bride. But revenge has a way of getting complicated when your fated mate is your new stepson. Margaux should be dead. Her mate rejected her, and the Alpha King slaughtered her family—but she survived, and now she's back wearing someone else's face. Her plan is simple: marry the King, gain his trust, and destroy him from within. What she didn't plan for was him. Klaus recognizes her the moment their eyes meet across the throne room, mate bond blazing to life despite the years and lies between them. He's the King's son. Her stepson now. The man who shattered her heart. And he's making it very clear that he doesn't care about scandal, propriety, or the fact that she belongs to his father—at least on paper. He never stopped wanting her. He never stopped loving her. But Klaus doesn't know the whole truth: his father murdered her family in cold blood, and Margaux won't rest until she's bathed in the King's destruction. She should be focused on vengeance, not the forbidden heat that ignites every time Klaus corners her in darkened hallways. She should hate him for abandoning her. She does hate him. So why can't she stay away?

“If you don’t want me to fuck the hell out of you,” he whispered, “you should leave. Right now.” I tilted my head, caught his gaze, and let the words roll off my tongue like a dare. “Scopami allora.” (Fuck me then.) When Elena caught her fiancé in bed with her twin sister, betrayal wasn’t even the worst part—it was the humiliation. The cruel words. The way they laughed while shattering her heart. But Elena isn’t weak anymore. Not when Lucian Moretti, her ex’s ruthless rival, steps out of the shadows with an offer she can’t refuse: be his lover, even if only pretend, and together they’ll destroy the people who broke her. He’s cold, commanding, and dangerously addictive. His touch promises damnation, his kiss is a weapon, and his presence leaves her trembling between rage and desire. She knows he’s using her. He knows she’s playing with fire. But when revenge tastes like sin, when hate feels like heat—how do you stop yourself from falling?

"Say it," Tenz growled, yanking her hips against the hood of his blacked-out car, his hand wrapped around her throat like a necklace made of danger. Kyoline's breath shuddered as his mouth traced her jaw, his fingers sliding under the hem of her leather skirt, teasing, threatening. "Say you're mine, or I'll make you say it with your teeth clenched and your legs shaking," he hissed, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. She smirked through the haze of lust and war. "I'm not yours, Tenz... I'm just letting you play with me until someone better comes to steal me." "Someone like who?" he spat. A cold voice answered from behind the shadows. "Like me," Isaac said. And just like that... the chaos began. --- Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. A mafia princess with ash in her veins and a Glock in her purse. Her childhood ended the day her father-a respected Made Man-was assassinated. Left for dead, she crawled from the ruins with nothing but vengeance and two younger siblings she'd kill for. Now eighteen and jaded, Kyoline bartends for mob rats by night, runs guns for a price, and slays in gold heels by morning. Love? It's not on the agenda. Survival is. Enter Tenz Jersey-her inked-up, lie-laced mafia beau. The man who f*cks like a god and lies like a sermon. He gives her fire, chaos, and a reason to breathe. He also gives her bruises she wears like medals and promises that vanish like smoke. She tells herself he's enough. Until Isaac. Cold. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that feels like a bullet wound. He shoves her into an unmarked SUV, claims he's NYPD, feeds her lies and cannoli-then laughs while she figures out he's actually the most lethal hitman.....

Léa, 23 ans, blonde, studieuse et assidue, décroche un poste d’assistante dans une grande entreprise. Pleine d’espoir, elle tombe vite de haut face à Einer Durval, son patron : charismatique, strict et manipulateur, il tente de la faire renvoyer dès son arrivée, la jugeant banale et inexpérimentée. Mais Léa s’accroche. Sa rigueur et sa ténacité la maintiennent à son poste — et attisent l’intérêt toxique de Durval. Entre critiques humiliantes, exigences démesurées et compliments empoisonnés, il tisse autour d’elle une toile de contrôle psychologique. D’abord admirative, Léa sombre peu à peu dans le doute et la culpabilité… jusqu’au jour où elle comprend qu’elle n’est pas seule à avoir été piégée.

She's broken. The father she loved and the city she calls home broke her and there are no pills or injections that can heal her. Her blood calls for blood. Her abusive father had paid for it first and it cost him his life. It's Brakstone City's turn. Revenge has never been this bloody sweet. ••• READERS SHOULD BE 18 YEARS OLD AND ABOVE • STRONG LANGUAGE • MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT •GORE SCENES AHEAD READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

In a realm where light survives only as a memory, and the flowers of sin bloom from ash, two souls defy what has already been written. Kael, the fallen warrior marked by demon blood and the ghosts of his past, has long abandoned the idea of redemption—believing only in battle. Rhea, the White Rose whose touch both heals and wounds, carries within her the final hope of a world collapsing under its own weight. When their paths cross, fate begins to unravel. Between power and desire lies a fragile balance where every touch becomes a choice and every word a sentence. But what happens when the price of salvation is the soul itself—and saving the world means losing each other? The White Rose of Damnation is a haunting dark-fantasy tale of sin, faith, and forbidden love—where purity is not innocence, but the last chance left before the end.