Michael Levin Suggested Reads

Jordie baru saja dipecat dari pekerjaan impiannya sebagai seorang pilot. Di saat yang sama, pacarnya, Aster, meminta keseriusan Jordie untuk melamar. Tentu saja hal ini membuat beban Jordie bertumpuk. Bagaimana mungkin seorang pengangguran seperti dirinya melamar dan menikahi seorang perempuan? Apalagi, kekasihnya adalah seorang influencer ternama di Indonesia. Di saat kebingungan itulah, Jordie mendapat tawaran dari sebuah manajemen artis ternama di Indonesia. Michael, Manajer seorang artis muda terkenal di Indonesia, meminta Jordie untuk menjadi seorang artis dengan gaji 1 milyar. Syaratnya adalah Jordie harus menyamar sebagai Reynold Fernandez, artis muda papan atas yang secara rahasia mati overdosis di sebuah vila. Wajah Jordie dan Reynold nyaris mirip meski mereka bukan anak kembar. Michael hanya ingin Jordie menggantikan Reynold Fernandez selama satu tahun agar seluruh kontrak kerja yang sudah ditangani terselesaikan dengan baik. Setelah itu, Jordie boleh kembali ke kehidupan asalnya. Jordie menerima tawaran itu. Dia butuh uang dan menjalani kehidupan gandanya sebagai Reynold Fernandez, seorang artis muda dengan jutaan fans! INSTAGRAMKU @bonanzalalala

On our wedding anniversary, I ask my husband, Luke Blackburn, to buy me some fish stew. Since I'm in my first trimester, I keep vomiting every now and then due to morning sickness. Right now, I have an intense craving for fish stew. But Luke comes home empty-handed in the middle of the night. He claims that he's completely forgotten about my request. I don't say anything at all. All I notice is a strand of long hair sticking to Luke's collar that doesn't belong to me. Some time later, I see the fish stew I never got to eat in a photo that Luke's colleague, Ruby Pollard, has uploaded to her social media feed. The caption reads, "Luke ordered this dish for me. He knows that I love fish stew from this particular restaurant the most. I'm so touched by his gesture!" In the photo, I see a pair of familiar hands picking out fish bones from the meat tenderly just for Ruby.

On my fifth birthday with Zachary Murdock, I sit once again in front of a full table of cold food, just like every year before. Zachary had promised, as always, to spend the day with me. And, as always, he breaks that promise. This year, it's because his childhood sweetheart wanted to shoot a set of "artistic photos". She invited him and a few of his close buddies to be part of it. Without hesitation, he ditches me again and runs straight into her arms. At 11:00 pm, his childhood sweetheart posts a photo to her social media and sets it so that only I can see it. In the picture, four men are in nothing but black briefs and Windsor-knotted ties. They kneel around her while she is draped in sheer fabric like a goddess. The caption reads, "Some people beg for crumbs, but I own the entire bakery." I take a screenshot. Then, I send it to the girlfriends of all three of Zachary’s best buddies. If they all look down on me this much, let's hope they don't end up on their knees begging me someday.

I was the Luna who gave everything to her Alpha—my heart, my loyalty, my dignity. Ethan repaid me by sleeping with other she-wolves, over and over again, and every night our mate bond slowly poisoned what was left of my soul. On our third wedding anniversary, when he suggested I could "try" sleeping with someone else too, I finally broke. My childhood friend, a young Alpha, called me when he heard the news and proposed to me over the phone. His gentle voice healed every wound Ethan had carved into me, so I said yes. Now I've decided to give Ethan moonbreak herb and sever our bond forever. But Ethan never bothered to ask what I gave him to drink. He was too busy running off to his favorite she-wolf's bed. He has no idea that in thirty days, when the moon breaks, our mate bond will shatter completely, and the "chains" that bound us as fated mates will be gone. This time, I'm really leaving.

I suffer from a hereditary form of amnesia. By the time I found out, I had only seven days left. On the first day, I found my boyfriend had fallen for my younger twin sister. With a bitter smile, I suggested we break up. On the second day, my most treasured Lego set was smashed by my sister. Everyone laughed at me, saying I was disgraceful, unworthy of being a daughter of the Fleming family. On the fourth day, I forgot that my sister was allergic to mangoes. She ended up in the hospital, and my parents glared at me with resentment. Even my ex-boyfriend accused me of being heartless. On the seventh day, I woke up in a hospital bed to see my father walking in with a stern expression. He demanded that I quit my job and devote myself entirely to taking care of the family, as nothing more than a housekeeper. But I only looked at them in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?” When they realized I had truly lost my memory, they lost their minds.

On Father's Day, I received a heartwarming gift. My one-year-old son called me Dad for the first time. But moments later, he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and died before we could reach the hospital. My wife was shattered, and I was devastated. The doctors couldn't identify the cause of his death. Three years later, my wife emerged from her grief, and we welcomed our second child. But the moment this child called me Dad, they, too, died instantly. To spare her further pain, I suggested adoption. Yet, even our adopted children met the same fate. Unable to bear the losses, my wife divorced me. Everyone said I was cursed, never meant to be a father. Defiant, I remarried and had another child, vowing never to let them call me Dad. For years, we adhered to this rule. But when our daughter turned four, she came home from preschool, eager to celebrate Father's Day. Holding a card, she read aloud, "Dad."

While visiting a property development with my fiancé to buy our first home, I ran into a two-faced real estate agent.   She showered my fiancé with compliments, praising him for being young and successful enough to afford a Rolls-Royce.   Then, she suggested I was a fake socialite with a knockoff designer bag, implying that I was just using my charms to snag a free house.   When she found out the property was meant to be a marital home, her voice grew loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.   “I just think the sugar daddy who bought you those two properties last time treated you pretty well!” “Oh, wait. Miss Gwen, don’t you have several sugar daddies? Do they all know about each other?”   I chuckled. What she didn’t know was that my “sugar daddies” were my godfathers and I really was a socialite.   The kicker, though, was that my so-called wealthy fiancé wasn’t rich at all. In fact, he was just a scholarship student I had been financially supporting!

As soon as I graduated from university, I suggested to my three roommates that we should rent a place together. The place I found was near our workplace, and it was cheap as well. It was much better than the house they used to rent in the suburbs. During the first three months of renting the place together, everything seemed fine. One day, I got off work early and heard them talking in the living room. "I did some research online. The rent of the houses in this area is at least 2 grand a month. But ours is only 800 dollars a month. How about we rent the master bedroom out for 800 dollars? That way, we won't have to pay any rent." "Alright, I'm in! Why does Jessica always get to sleep in the master bedroom? Even if she covered all the bills of this house, how much would that cost anyway?" "I've had it with her arrogant attitude. Thinking of her being homeless makes me want to laugh!" I laughed inwardly. 'You want to see me homeless? But I'm the landlord!'

Desperate to save her father’s life, Aurora agrees to be a surrogate mother for a multimillionaire, paid upfront for her service, only to lose her father after the insemination was done. With conflicted emotions, she tries to weasel out of the agreement but unfortunately for her, she was already pregnant, and Mr Arthur was not going to let her off, not even when she suggested an abortion. He insisted that she had the baby. That choice would have been so much easier if he cared for her, but due to his painful past, Mr Arthur was devoid of emotions. A man with a heart cold as ice, she cared for him, but he only saw her as a Breeder. Sitting right there on the hospital bed, staring at her beautiful babies, Aurora was overwhelmed by motherly joy, and at that moment, she knew that she couldn’t hand over her babies to a heartless, cold, money minded CEO, and so she ran, as far as she could…. But the Billionaire CEO was not going to leave his babies either. The billionaire’s babies must be found!

Ashley still reeling over the loss of her mother moved across the country by her father to join a new pack. will this new pack offer her the peace she so desperately desires or will she plan to escape back to her old pack once she turns eighteen. Her wolf is special and alpha Michael can tell something is unusual about her. will he find out in time to protect her or will the stern alpha fail to protect her precious wolf.