Nietzsche On Tragedy

My husband’s the only son of the richest man in Ivoneu. As for me, I’m an orphan. His parents objected to us being together. When I got pregnant, they got on a plane and came to collect us in person. After that, I posted a picture I took with my husband, captioned, [I’m so thankful for you. Our life is going to be perfect from now on.] Little did I know that the rich girl my husband had been dating online would confront me.  She beat me until I had a miscarriage, then she stepped on my belly and declared viciously, “You are a nasty seductress! That makes the baby inside you a bad seed, too! Purging the baby is my contribution to society! “It’s just a fetus, anyway. I have more than enough money to get away with it!”

My husband Bruno's goomah was pregnant with their second child. At the family dinner, he caressed his lover Ava's rounded belly. "This one will be a boy, the future heir to the Marino family. As my wife, it is your duty to raise him." This was the second time he had openly acknowledged one of his bastards. I didn't make a scene like I had before. I just calmly lifted my head and looked Bruno straight in the eye. Raucous laughter erupted from the family members around the table. "Remember last time, when she acted like a madwoman? Looks like she's finally learned her place." "The Rossi family's businesses have all been carved up. What can she do besides be an infertile trophy wife? She'll be kicked to the curb sooner or later." Bruno's face was expressionless, allowing them to hurl their insults at me. I fought back the tears burning my eyes and even managed a small smile. "Bruno, let's get a divorce." Bruno looked as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world, his lips curling into a dismissive smirk. "Liliana, if you can come up with the hundred million dollars you owe this family, I'll sign the papers right now. Otherwise, stop making a scene." I didn't argue, and just dialed an encrypted number. "I accept the terms we discussed." A lazy laugh echoed from the other end of the line. "A hundred million? Merely the cost of a port. I can have it for you anytime, my princess."

Dia dibayar untuk melindunginya. Tapi siapa yang akan melindungi Aira dari dirinya sendiri? Aira Mahesa hidup dengan satu aturan: jangan pernah jatuh cinta pada orang yang tak bisa kau kendalikan. Tapi semua itu berubah saat Dante Evrard datang—mantan tentara dengan sorot mata tajam dan masa lalu yang gelap. Dante hanya punya satu misi: menjaga Aira tetap hidup. Tapi Aira membuatnya kehilangan kendali. Sementara rahasia, cemburu, dan hasrat kian membakar batas-batas di antara mereka, satu pertanyaan terus menghantui: Apa yang terjadi saat pelindung menjadi ancaman terbesarmu?

There are many others but I am the original.Centuries ago, a werewolf rejected his mate to be with a human born of a witch. For their forbidden love, they were cursed to fall in love over and over again and die a tragic death.Tired of seeing her daughter dying, Larissa used ancient magic to transform her children into original vampires before she altered her daughter's memories who unknown to everyone including herself she was pregnant.Charlie Griffin has lived a long cold life but that cold heart starts to beat when she meets her mate again but unfortunately for Elijah, Charlie doesn't remember him.Now as an alpha and her soul mate, he has to compete to win his lover's heart from powerful suitors as well as fight a greater enemy while making sure they don't die.

Molly's world is unraveling. Her little sister is sick, her parents are drowning in debt, and their home is a week from foreclosure. Out of options, Molly auctions off the only thing she has left: her virginity. It was meant to be a one-time arrangement. No feelings. No complications. But when Billionaire Tanner Mosey offers more money with the strings of a contract, Molly finds herself tangled in something far deeper than she bargained for.

Sarah Blake has always lived in her brother’s shadow, Henry, the school’s hockey team captain — charming, talented, and adored. She is the complete opposite: quiet, curvy, and invisible, working as the team’s intern just to feel close to something important. Then Xavier Cole transfers in. Gorgeous. Arrogant. Brilliant on the ice. And hiding a secret no one knows: He came to destroy her brother. Years ago, Sarah’s father ruined Xavier’s family. Now Xavier plans to get close to Henry… through Sarah. Use her. Break her. Break them all. But the plan changes when he starts falling for the girl he was supposed to ruin. When the truth explodes, Sarah is torn between the brother who overshadowed her… and the boy who only approached her for revenge. Then she learns the darkest truth of all: Her father didn’t just expose Xavier’s family—he caused their downfall. Now she must choose whose truth to believe. And Xavier must decide if revenge is worth losing the one girl who finally saw him?

Tyrell has always been one for being on his own. He meet someone and then he realises how much love has to offer.

Miles Clark has forgotten everything about his past. His dreams of a half-frozen woman guarded by a white wolf deep in a forest may be clue to reclaiming his memories, but each night she and her familiar appear more fragile and weak. He knows he must light the fire to save them both and to reclaim his memories.

I die in the corridor of the private hospital my husband established after being forced to give my heart to his true love. Before my death, my six-year-old son tearfully begs him to save me thrice. The first time, he holds my husband's hand and says I'm coughing up blood. My husband sneers. "Looks like she's learned tricks—she knows how to teach children to lie now." Then, he has his bodyguards kick my son out of the ward. The second time, my son grabs his sleeve and says I'm in so much pain that I'm incoherent. My husband frowns. "It's just a heart transplant. The doctor said she won't die." The bodyguards step forward and drag my son out of the ward again. The third time, my son grovels at my husband's feet and grabs his pants, sobbing and saying that I'm already unconscious. My husband is infuriated. He grabs my son by the neck and throws him out of the ward. "I told you Nadia won't die! I'll throw her and you out of the hospital if you come here and disturb Ruby's rest again!" My son gives his most previous item—a guardian angel pendant—to a nurse to save me. The nurse accepts it and arranges for me to be admitted to the last available ward in the hospital. However, Ruby Sharpe has someone stand before it with her pet dog. She says, "Sorry, kiddo. Your father's worried I'll be bored without my dog, so this ward has been set aside for my dog to stay in."

My hand wraps around his wrist, and I try to break free of his hold. It’s no use, so I just dig my fingers into the tendons there and glare at him. “What the hell’s your problem?” His forearm presses against my sternum as he crowds me more, ice-blue mismatched eyes full of unchecked rage. “You’re my fucking problem. Hockey’s little golden boy, coming out here with your good game tonight, acting like you own the sport.” He’s trying to get under my skin, but it won’t work. Unlike him, I don’t let my temper control me, and I definitely don’t toss hands at the drop of a hat whenever I can’t rein in my feelings. Which is why he doesn’t get the reaction he was hoping for, and I snort out a laugh. “Seriously? It was a compliment. One I meant, so just take it and move the fuck on.” “Move the fuck on?”