Most Misspelled Word

With great power comes great responsibility, this a famous saying that attached a sudden hold of power attainment or at least having it with you own effort without anyone's help . but society needs the stigmatization of righteousness and its every elements that are compose of it, to merge this righteous system with its values and costumes that are commonly agreed open by its society,in a way or another our protagonist was living a fringe life, but with the sudden possession of power, he refused to live a mediocre life under the disguise of a hero , he think if the word doesn't give a damn when he is down than let the word be damned, there no real relationship nor real peoples, every thing is based in benefits . so better the world yeald between my claws and become my own playground or get destroyed under my infinite rage”.

She ran for her life. Escaping a fate worse than death, she left behind the only word she knew, determined never to be controlled again. She took cover in another pack, with the intent to never reveal her true identity and create a new life for herself. And then, fate twisted everything. To keep her life, she had to marry him, the ruthless Alpha who could destroy her with a single command. She pretended to be someone else and get married to him, the same thing she ran away from. Now, every glance he throws her feels like a game of predator and prey. Every touch is a warning. Every word is a test. I ran from one bondage to find myself in another. And this time, the key to her freedom is in his hands.

Well, well, well, look who stumbled upon my memoir. Allow me introduce myself properly: The name is Jessica Raye. I lost half of my family in a tragic fire, lived under a bridge and was bullied endlessly by the mean girls. But all that is in the past because I am a trillionaire now. I want to tell you and you alone my story. Consider yourself privileged, darling, because not just anyone gets a backstage pass to the drama-filled show that is my life. This book has found you for a reason. Or maybe fate has led you hear. So buckle up, sit back, grab some popcorn and relax as I tell you how I became a trillionaire, got revenge on my enemies and had the most eligible bachelors chasing me before the age of eighteen. Darling reader, you're about to embark on a journey that'll make your head spin faster than a merry-go-round. Hang on every word as I give you a glimpse into the extraordinary life of yours truly. You will either feel all-consuming adoration or blistering disdain for me. So, take your pick. Love me or loathe me!

They say the devil wears a three-piece suit. Mine wore a ring stamped with a golden lion, the symbol of the Ricci mafia. It was on a night of fire and ashes that my life changed. My name was Alaya, and I was just a girl among many others, born in the alleys of a neighborhood where poverty poisons you from the cradle. My mother, sick, had only me... and the debts. That night, they came. They knocked on the door. Three men in black. Not a word, just an envelope, and a chilling phrase: — "Your daughter is still a virgin, isn't she? The boss pays dearly for that." I had no choice. His name was Santino Ricci. Cold. Magnetic. Dangerous. The head of one of the most powerful families in Italy. He looked at me like one looks at precious merchandise. Then he said: — "You will be my wife. No matter how you feel." And I signed my condemnation. This marriage was not a union... but a gilded cage. I learned to survive among snakes. I saw death. I saw blood. I heard the screams of girls who, like me, had been sold. But what they had not anticipated... was that the little broken virgin would eventually bite back.

Lord Xander was the ruler of the popular Xander community. He was fierce, cold evil and heartless - so many people believed. He was one of the most skillful in sword fights and Xander could fight a hundred men alone and come out victorious - that was just how powerful he was. If Xander wasn't in a battle field, he was in the training ground. If Xander wasn't killing someone, he was definitely watching a person get punished. That was his daily routine. That was the only pleasure he enjoyed. People feared and respected him so much. They worshipped the ground he stepped on. Even when he was wrong, nobody dared to correct him or say a word to him. Though, he wasn't a King but just a Master of a community, people felt he was more powerful than 10 Kings put together. He's been married to two ladies previously, but they all ended up dead - due to Unknown reasons. The community needed an heir and so, Xander had to get married to another wife - a third wife. And unfortunately, it turned out to be a stubborn princess who swore to do everything in her power to make sure he divorces her.

A deep bone-melting groan vibrates from his chest. “I want to see you malyshka.Every inch of you.”  I shiver in anticipation as his fingers trail down my back, lowering the zipper of my dress, the fabric pooling at my waist. My tits come into view as cool air kisses my bare skin. His sharp intake of breath makes my stomach flip.  “Damn,” the word is rough, almost reverent as his large hand cups my left tit, squeezing softly. “They look even better than I had imagined.” His grip tightens slightly.   “A perfect fit for my hands.” ☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎ Serafina had only one dream: to take center stage at the New York Opera. But if wishes were horses, even beggars would have a ride. Thrown into an arranged marriage, She is determined to hate him but soon discovers that there’s a thin line between love and hate. Adriko has no use for love. His focus is power, his goal is revenge.But what do you do when your greatest threat is your most sinful desire? A pawn in the game… A Bride for a truce…

The Vale family was the most powerful mafia syndicate in the New York City. And I—along with a few other carefully chosen girls—had been handpicked to join their ranks, trained from the ground up so that the next head of the family could choose his wife from among us. Wife. That was the kinder word for it. The truth was whoever got picked would become his shield, his weapon, his most loyal protector. Someone who would kill for him. Die for him. Years passed. One by one, the others fell away. In the end, only Elara Quinn and I remained. And then, Elara died—killed on a secret mission. After that, there were no more choices left. I became Adrian Vale’s wife by default. I had given everything to Adrian. And I loved him. I thought he loved me too until I took a bullet to the chest—meant for him. As I lay there, barely breathing, I heard Adrian talking to his assistant, “Don’t bury her in the Vale cemetery. My half is reserved for Elara.” That was it. Elara—who had never even lived long enough to marry him—still had a space carved beside him in death. I? I had taken the hit that should have ended him… and yet I wasn’t even good enough to be buried near him. I slowly closed my eyes. And when I opened them again, I was back on the day the Vale family formally announced Adrian as their new head. The day everything began.

Two years ago, Ava Anetha vanished without a word—on the very night she was fated to become Luna. Most believed she was dead. She was betrayed and left to rot while her sister claimed everything that was hers. But fate rewound the clock, giving her a second chance. Ava returned with a vengeance and a dark secret. She was the true heir of the crimson Moon pack, a bloodline tied to ancient magic. Her list is long and every name will bleed. what she didn't plan on was him, Malcolm Hartwell, Alpha of the powerful Nightfang Pack....and the father of her ex mate. His powerful, dominant and dangerously obsessed with her scent. He's everything she should hate, older, cold, untouchable. But he sees through her. The huger for revenge, the rage, and funny enough, he wants it all. He wants her. Now Evelyn must walk the razor's edge between vengeance and something deeper than love, because when the devil himself offers you his hand, the question isn't if you'll take it, it's how long you will last before you beg him to stop.

Season 1 dan Season 2, SELESAI! "Kamu menidurinya?” “Aku sama sekali tidak tidur dengannya!" “Lying and cheating don't just happen. It's a deliberate choice, so stop hiding behind the word 'mistake.' When you get caught.”

Crystal Lucario Davenport is the only human in a werewolf town. Her parents were on the run from loan sharks and ended up settling down at a weird close knit community in which they had absolutely no idea was a Werewolf town. Rogues infiltrate the town on a particular night and her parents died in the process leaving her to thrive alone in the town. She grew up hating werewolves with all her might, most especially the Alpha whom she blames for the fate of her parents that night. Alpha Damien Colden is a cold, terribly cold Alpha but a wolf that every female wolf can die for and one that every woman wishes to be with for just a night. He thinks he has lived long enough not to worry about a mate because he has every woman he wants at his beck and call. But when his adviser starts to nag him about finding his mate, he gets irritated at the word Mate. And the Pack Council brings up the issue once again, he hesitantly gives in to half heartedly looking for her. He didn't even try for a long time before Crystal comes into his life. With a tub of Ice cream.