Ned Sleep Blend

My parents died when I was ten years old, but a big shot in Jade City adopted me. It was rumored that Sean Graham was a cruel and violent man, but he doted on me for nearly ten years. He booked the advertising screens in the city to celebrate my birthday and promised to marry me when I got drunk and pestered him about it. I called him Uncle Sean at his request. Fear gripped me when I woke up in his bed every morning, but I kept it a secret. Yet one time, we accidentally slept with each other. I got pregnant with his child and wanted to keep it, but I knew I would not live for much longer. One day, I heard his conversation with a servant. “Clean up Zella’s room for Yulia.” “But Mr. Graham, Miss Cooper has been staying there for ten years. Didn’t you design it for her?” “No, I only let her stay there because Yulia had gone abroad.” I touched my belly as disappointment gripped me. It turned out that the man who had promised to provide me with a home as long as he lived wanted to drive me away.

After working overtime at the company for an entire week, I finally finish the last project on my plate and rush home. Not wanting to wake my sleeping wife, Mia Lawson, I carefully push the door open as quietly as I can. But the house is nothing like the silence I expected. A man's unrestrained laughter cuts sharply through the air. "You're already pregnant and still this bold. Aren't you afraid your husband will catch you?" "Why would I be? He hasn't been home for almost a week. Besides, once I tell him I'm pregnant, he'll be over the moon. There's no way he'll notice anything." In an instant, my hands and feet turn ice-cold, and blood rushes to my head. I'm about to charge in and catch them in the act when my phone suddenly vibrates with a follow-up message from the hospital. "Mr. Brooks, thank you for choosing our hospital for your vasectomy. We wish you and your wife a lifetime of happiness." A lifetime of happiness? I stare at those words, let out a cold laugh, and regain my composure. Then I turn around and call my divorce lawyer.

I have always come second to my step sister, she always got everything she wanted while I was ignored.. But at least I had him, or so I thought, until I realized that he was also not mine as if my life couldn't get any worse I ran into what could possibly be my doom or happy ending.

"Kamu selingkuh." Langkah kaki Saka terhenti, lalu dia mendengar tarikan napas tercekat Renata di belakangnya, membuatnya memutar tubuh untuk menatap Renata. Renata mengepalkan kedua tangannya, menatap Saka penuh tuntutan. "Apa yang kamu lakukan dengan wanita itu di hotel? Kalian..." kedua mata Renata membendung telaga yang siap tumpah detik itu juga. "Memangnya... kenapa kalau aku selingkuh?" Saka melangkah perlahan menghampiri Renata, berdiri tegak dengan tatapan dinginnya yang menusuk. Kepalanya sedikit merunduk hingga dia bisa berbisik di telinga Renata. "bukannya dulu kamu juga selingkuhan suami orang, hm? Jadi, berhenti lah bersikap seolah-olah kamu yang paling tersakiti. Padahal... kamu dan perempuan itu nggak ada bedanya, Nata." Saka menarik wajahnya, dia tersenyum miring ketika menemukan wajah pucat Renata yang menatap kosong ke depan. "aku benar, kan?"

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.

My family's fate was sealed in an ancient war. We saved the lord of the Clare clan. In return, their lord forged an ancient blood pact with my line. Each generation, a woman from my family can choose a mate from the Clare heirs, to birth a hybrid child—one who walks in daylight, blessed with eternal life. When my time came, I didn't hesitate. I chose the eldest son, Evan, who had been in a cursed slumber for a century. Every vampire in the room was in disbelief. After all, everyone knew I'd spent the last few years obsessed with the third son, Julian. It had to be him, or no one. In my last life, I got my wish. I bonded with Julian and helped him seize control of the family's vast biotech empire. But after our union, he started an affair with my adopted sister, Chloe. To punish her for breaking the blood pact, the family exiled Chloe. Julian, however, was convinced I had orchestrated the whole thing. He hated me to his very core. From then on, he kept a string of lovers, and every single one of them looked like Chloe. The heartbreak shattered me. In the end, he poisoned my life-sustaining elixirs, making my flesh rot from my bones, and sacrificed my very soul in a dark ritual. Reborn, I decided to let them have each other. But I never imagined Julian would be reborn, too.

The day I died, the baby in my womb was only five months old. In that final phone call, my father, John Harlow, the godfather of the Harlow family, spoke with a voice as icy as a loaded gun. "A married woman belongs to her husband's family, even in death." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had been placed under house arrest. He was circling my college application with a red pen. "Girls who study art are easier to marry off." In front of him, I tore the family's marriage alliance files into pieces. "I'm going to Camford University. I'm studying Computer Science." He sprang to his feet so suddenly that his finger nearly jabbed my face, his sleeve cuff revealing the family crest tattoo. "If you dare defy me, don't ever regard me as godfather." I smiled. "Exactly what I want." Meeting his stunned gaze, I spoke each word deliberately. "The name Harlow. I have long stopped wanting it."

Hindi inakala ni Sapphira na mag-mamahal ito ng lalaking higit pa sa buhay niya, mamahalin ba siya nito ng lubos o paglalaruan lamang ang marupok na puso nito.

In his bid for perpetual life, the first Don of the Bryant family annihilates the witch clan and violently takes possession of their most sacred relic. In the moments before her death, the head of the witch clan places a curse on every descendant of the Bryant family. Every descendant will suffer a sudden mutation at the age of 23, where their bodies would be covered in thick, black hair, and fangs would sprout from their mouths, turning them into monsters. They can only lift the curse if they marry a descendant of the witches. Ella Crawford—my sister—and I are the last remaining descendants of the witch clan in the human realm. In my past life, Oliver's lottery selection fell on the attractive Ella. I was aware that Ella lacked the power to lift the curse, so I secretly swapped the lots, and Oliver ended up married to me. In the end, during our wedding night, Ella set herself alight, proclaiming that she had lost her eternal love and didn't want to face life without him. As a result, Mom and Dad drove me out. Oliver, however, took me in and showered me with affection. It wasn't long before I conceived his child, and he successfully survived his 23rd birthday. Yet, barely a day later, Oliver pushed me into the fire pit. I pleaded with tears streaming down my face, "I freed you from the curse and am currently carrying your baby, Oliver, so please don't treat me like this!" Oliver merely responded with a malicious grin as he tossed the torch aside. "If it weren't for your interference, Ella would have lifted the curse for me! I would have been able to spend the rest of my life with her, Cynthia!" In the end, I was completely consumed by the flames. I suddenly open my eyes and find myself returning to the day Oliver chooses his bride by lot. I immediately snap the tampered lot, as I'm eager to find out how Ella will save Oliver without any witch powers in this life.

Raven Knight is a journalist who lives for the truth, even when it comes wrapped in danger. When her latest investigation leads her to Club Eden, the notorious upscale strip club tied to underground crime, she goes undercover, armed with nothing but fake credentials and a steel spine. Her goal? Expose Jaxon Morreau, the billionaire Don said to be behind a global criminal empire. But nothing could prepare her for Jaxon himself. Jaxon Morreau rules with silence, dominance, and control. He built Club Eden as a front, but it became his kingdom. Cold, calculating, and feared by all, Jaxon doesn’t make mistakes… until he spots the one woman who dares defy him. Raven is a threat. She’s also magnetic. Instead of exposing her, he pulls her closer, offering her protection, power, and submission. Their chemistry is fire. Their secrets, fatal. As Raven falls deeper into Jaxon’s world, and into his bed, lines blur between truth and desire. Their relationship burns hot, twisted with bondage, dominance, and a hunger neither of them can ignore. But when Raven’s best friend is kidnapped, and a child is planted to destroy them, the darkness inside Jaxon threatens to consume them both. Worse, Jaxon’s younger brother, Zane, isn’t just jealous, he’s obsessed. Zane doesn’t want to share Raven. He wants to own her. In a world where loyalty is blood and betrayal is deadly, love may be the riskiest game of all. Owned by the Don is a 150-chapter epic of passion, vengeance, possession, and submission. Perfect for fans of dark romance, mafia empires, and BDSM stories that mix power with heart.