Mind Management Not Time Management

"Don't underestimate me!" She growled, pressing the knife against his neck on their wedding night. "Don't mistake my kindness for my weakness." "You look so hot pinning me against the wall and the knife pressing me against my neck," he smirked. ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ Weylin Turner, the vicious leader of the mafia organization 'The Black Panther' returned to England after fifteen years. At a party, he learned that his marriage was already fixed with the daughter of one of the most powerful mafia organizations in England. But on the day of the marriage, the bride didn't appear. To save his father's face, he immediately ordered his subordinates to find a bride for him. Suddenly his eyes fell on Garaine Jones, a cheerful caregiver at an orphanage. He couldn't help but take advantage of the situation. Finding her weakness, he compelled her to become his bride. To his surprise, she agreed to his terms and conditions easily. Little did he know that Garaine Jones wasn't some ordinary woman as he thought. She was something beyond his imagination. Did the predator himself become prey while chasing his fantasies?

Bening yang kabur dari pertunangan dengan pria yang dicintai sang saudara kembar, tanpa sengaja bertemu dengan pria yang usianya jauh lebih muda darinya di sebuah club malam. Berpikir jika hanya kabur, orangtuanya pasti akan kembali memaksanya menikah. Bening pun menjebak pria muda itu dan mengaku hamil setelah mereka bermalam bersama. Ia semakin berani memanfaatkan kenaifan pria berumur 19 tahun bernama Glassio itu karena Glass ternyata berasal dari keluarga biasa. “Aku akan membiayai kuliahmu, pernikahan kakakmu dan pengobatan ibumu, tidak perlu berpikir macam-macam asal kamu mau menikah denganku,” ucap Bening, ada setiap penekanan di setiap kata yang dia ucapkan. “Apa setelah anak itu lahir kita akan bercerai?” tanya Glass Sampai kapan Bening bisa menyembunyikan kebohongannya? Mungkinkah dia akan rela berpisah dengan pria muda berhati hangat yang ternyata serius ingin bertanggungjawab menghidupi dirinya dan calon anak yang sama sekali tidak ada? Belum lagi Fakta lain yang terungkap, Glass ternyata bukan pria biasa. “Namamu seperti pangeran tapi nasibmu seperti pengawal.”

She was a prostitute, she needed money, and she had to be a substitute to get the money she needed. But, why should she become a substitute for someone else who ran away from her fate? Why should she marry a man she didn't love? Her mother prayed that she would find a man who loved her and give her happiness, but she ended up marrying a man who only knew to torture her and gave her sadness. After all, that was the price she should pay for her mother's life.

They loathed her, and she grew up wondering why. Years pass by. The Alpha's heir finds out that she is his mate. Disgusted, he rejects her because she is the traitor's daughter. After the rejection she runs into the woods. She couldn't think of a reason she had to pay for the sins of others. Was she really a traitor's daughter? Will the young Alpha regret his rejection? Does he deserve a second chance? What will happen when fate pairs her with yet another powerful Alpha? But the problem is, she is too young to feel the bond...

At my wedding, my bridesmaid shamelessly flaunted my wedding ring. Then she had the audacity to put on a pitiful act right in front of me. My husband dismissed it as a trivial matter and scolded me for overreacting. Without hesitation, I left him and filed for divorce. If these two shameless people were so fond of each other, they could have each other.

He caught hold of her leg and yanked backwards. She hung on and flailed both legs, kicking him in the head, the face. He fought to hold her legs down. Sweat lathered her hands. They slipped from the post. He yanked again. She rolled over to face him and punched with both fists. Her right fist caught him in the eye. He growled in pain, then threw himself on top of her, pinning her arms and legs. She screamed.She strained to free herself, lunged up to bite him. He jerked backwards. They slid down one stair. She tried to scream again. He slapped a palm over her mouth, his breath hot on her face.She fought him until they had tumbled down every stair. By the time they reached the bottom, every ligament burned. She stared at him wide-eyed, gasping for breath between his bruising fingers.She trembled violently, longed to run again but knew it would do no good. He stood at a good seven inches taller and outweighed her by at least fifty pounds. She didn't stand a chance.All she could do now was placate him. Do what he wanted... no matter what it was!

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

An 18-year wait. A forbidden bond. A love he refuses to claim. What if your niece turned out to be your mate? Seventeen-year-old Zara, a rare Dragon-Were-Vamp hybrid, never expected to fall for the one man she shouldn't: her cold, ruthless uncle — Alpha Jax Stone, the most feared Alpha of the Diamond Heart Pack. But fate doesn’t care about bloodlines. For 18 years, Jax has fought the pull of the mate bond, trying to suppress his wolf’s obsession with the girl he swore to protect. In his desperate attempt to deny destiny, he wounds not only his fated mate—but himself. As the bond tightens and the wait comes to an end, bitter pasts resurface. A rising wave of supernatural drug trafficking, kidnappings of teenage dragons, and the dark secrets of Alpha Kai Stone pull them into a deadly mission where love might not survive. Now, Jax and Zara must face the greatest threat of all—not just a powerful enemy lurking in the shadows, but the impossible love they can no longer run from. Uncle by Blood. Mate by Moon. Monster by Choice.

Charlotte Michael was still a child when war ravaged the all-brown pack on a fateful day when Luna was supposed to conceive her second child. The day Charlotte has always looked up to was suddenly turned into a nightmare. But when a certain cold young rival boy had the chance to eliminate her, what made him decide not to end the life of the only daughter of their rival? Instead, he takes her baby brother and pushes her to safety, leaving her to question his motives Will destiny reunite these three souls? And if it does, will they recognize each other amidst chaos? When the foster son to the Alpha of the red bat pack starts calling Charlotte his mum, what could be his reasons when she has no idea of who the kid was. But she then discovered that she's mated to his dad.

Lorsque le reflet d'un secret oublié émerge, le fils d'un amour façonné par le mensonge se retrouve face à un miroir troublant. La quête de vérité s'amorce, comme un chemin obscur à travers une forêt dense, où chaque pas pourrait révéler des vérités enfouies. Les échos du passé résonnent, et les masques commencent à se fissurer, menaçant d'exposer l'obscurité tapie au cœur de cette existence façonnée par l'illusion.