Millennium Of Warring States

Abimanyu Abraham, usia 20 tahun, berawakan tinggi kurus dan tidak terlalu tampan. Seorang pemuda yang hidup serba berkecukupan di tengah kota Jakarta yang sudah berteknologi super maju ini. Walaupun Bima orang kaya, namun kehidupannya di luar sana seperti gelandangan yang terus di caci maki karena satu alasan. Namun satu kejadian membuatnya berubah 180° dari yang biasanya tak banyak bicara dan introvert kini jadi lebih ceria serta terlihat lebih fresh.

As a child, Rebeca watched her world shatter when her entire family was brutally murdered before her eyes. In that single night, innocence died alongside the people she loved most. The trauma carved itself into her soul, leaving scars that time could never heal. Years later, the little girl who once dreamed of warmth and safety no longer exists. In her place stands a woman forged by pain—cold, calculating, and merciless. Every step she takes is guided by the echoes of that night, every breath fueled by a single purpose: vengeance. Rebeca is no longer afraid of the darkness. She became it.

Innocent and naive. That's how Paula was always described. Just an innocent woman who believed in prince charming, but her husband made her see her cruel reality when he cheated on her with her stepsister. But then, the car accident came along and shattered her whole life. Her face was completely disfigured when that doctor found her. Begging on her knees to change her face, he agreed. It is said that nothing comes for free, and this was no exception. Montenegro, the most successful doctor in town whose life had been stolen by the same person who destroyed Paula, had another plan to make him pay for his mistakes. "You stole my life, I'll steal your woman. Finally, I've decided to play your game."

After years of enduring torture in her pack, Lara flees away from her mate with her only daughter. She had nowhere to go but was determined to leave the torture and pains she had endured in her pack. While on the run, she gets shot by a hunter. She is saved by a set of twins. The Kings of Lycans went on a secret investigation and met a helpless female wolf being attacked on their way back. They help the young wolf reluctantly and suddenly find themselves saddled with a young girl to take care of. When Lara becomes conscious, she finds herself in a foreign land where werewolves are despised. While being thankful to the Kings for saving her life, she becomes drawn to them. Confused and scared of mating again, she tries to open her heart once more. But what happens when her mate returns and demands her? When secrets are revealed, will the twins forgive her for her decisions or will they reject her?

"I'm sorry for what I'm about to tell you. I just don't want you to have any misconceptions about this marriage." "What do you mean?" "I don't like beating about the bush, so I will go straight to the point. I don't like you and don't want to get married to you. I had to consent because my mother requested this from me, and I just couldn't say no to her." "What are you now trying to say?" "You shouldn't have any expectations from me or from this marriage."

For Serafina, they are a picture of a perfect family. She has a caring and loving parents. But an event turned her life upside-down when her mother died. Her father remarried and suddenly got into an accident. Jacob is desperate to get his inheritance. And his grandfather has only one condition that is to see him getting married before he died. Unexpectedly their path has crossed and they’re both desperate in different circumstances. Will they found the love and contentment despite of their convenient marriage?

Akala ni Elara Cruz, nakatakas na siya sa madilim na nakaraan ng pamilya niya. Tahimik na buhay na lang ang gusto niya—malayo sa gulo, malayo sa sakit. Pero lahat nagbago nang makilala niya si Damian Blackthorn—ang cold, ruthless, at sobrang dangerous na heir ng isang crime empire. He’s everything she should avoid. Pero isang halik lang mula sa kanya, at malinaw na: “Akin ka.” Mahalaga ba ang puso kung kapalit nito ay buhay? Hanggang saan kaya ang kaya niyang isugal para sa isang pag-ibig na bawal, mapanganib, at nakakatukso? Sa mundong ginagalawan ni Damian, ang loyalty sinusukat sa dugo… at ang betrayal binabayaran ng kamatayan. At sa huli, kailangang pumili ni Elara: lalaban ba siya—o magpapalunod sa halik ng sariling pagkawasak?

In the month before my 20th birthday, Dad digs out the information on the oldest daughters of the four most prominent families in Jorvale and tells me to select one of them as my partner for our upcoming marriage alliance. I choose Grace Sutton without hesitation, which shocks everyone else. After all, everyone in Jorvale knows very well that Connor Foster, the sole heir of the Foster family, has always been crushing on Abigail Chandler since I was a kid. Only I know that I've gotten to marry Abigail in my previous life. But on the day after our grand wedding, Abigail told me that Louis Hayes, the low-income student Dad had been sponsoring, was the man she loved. She announced in public that she was only my wife in name, but she'd always be Louis' wife for real. But when Abigail tried to pick Louis up the next day, she found out that he had already disappeared after leaving a relationship-severance letter behind. Abigail was hell-bent on believing that I was the one who forced Louis to leave. Because of that, she treated me like her mortal enemy for the rest of her life. She went through a lover per week, and she'd always be intimate with them in front of me. All of those lovers resembled Louis one way or another. Finally, on the day Abigail officially took over Foster Group, I died in a car accident by "coincidence". Now that I've been reborn, I decide to marry another woman and avoid getting caught up in Abigail's affairs anymore. But once Abigail hears my decision, she goes absolutely berserk.

I was scheduled to die in less than 24hrs from now. And the person who conspires to put me out of my miserable life is the one who put me through hell. His hell. My husband. I didn't mind dying. I was rather happy to finally get this thing over with. You know, get over life. But just when I was ready to rest in peace, I met her. Her beautiful blue eyes glittered with tears bringing light to this moonless night. The cold breeze brought a shiver to her fragile tiny body. She looked nothing less than a porcelain doll, delicate and clean. But she scared me when she looked at me with hope. Hope to save her. I laughed at this naive little girl. How was I to save her when I couldn't save myself? Nevertheless, I extended my hand for her to take, and with some hesitation, she wrapped her whole hand around my one finger. First time in my meaningless life I felt a spark. Spark of life enlightened in me with her one innocent touch. She made me want to live a little while longer with a small innocent promise, holding me tight to live with her, for her. Cover by @Aphroditelivid

When I was seven, my father brought home a beautiful lady who gave me a mango. That day, my mother watched me happily eating the mango while she signed her name on the divorce papers. After that, she jumped off the roof of our building. From then on, mangoes became the nightmare of my life. So on my wedding day, I told my husband, Alan Holt, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." Alan pulled me into his arms, quiet. From then on, mangoes became off-limits for him, too. On Christmas Eve of our fifth year of marriage, Alan's childhood sweetheart, Larissa Fennimore, left a mango on his desk at the office. The very same day, Alan announced he was cutting ties with Larissa and fired her from the company. That day, I truly believed he was the man I was meant to be with. Half a year later, I flew back from overseas, having just closed a partnership deal worth about 200 million dollars. At the celebration dinner, Alan handed me a drink. After I had finished half the glass, his so-called childhood sweetheart, the woman who had been kicked out of the company, stood behind me with a big grin and asked, "Does the mango juice taste good?" I stared at Alan in disbelief, and he was trying hard not to laugh. "Don't be mad. Larissa insisted I played a little joke on you. I didn't actually give you a mango; I just gave you a bottle of mango juice. But I think she's right. The fact that you don't eat mangoes is a real problem. You were really enjoying that juice just now." My face went cold. I lifted my hand and threw the rest of the mango juice in his face, then turned around and walked away. Some things are never a joke. I wouldn't kid around with mangoes or divorce.