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A cross, over 5 generations ago dawned on Serene Brook, a bubbly yet exceptional beauty. She found out that she inherits the gene of werewolf and they are active in her. Fate brought Mountain Manuka pack werewolves in her path and everything spiraled off when she found out that King Samrat, the king to all werewolf has been looking for her for the past 200 years. Amidst gaining way into her newfound lycanthrope ability, she was thrown into a love triangle with Alpha Zaden and his Beta Orien. Will she be able to outsmart King Samrat? Will she find her true soulmate?

Shama found herself inside a comic. Everything was a big mess. A saga of love and hatered, having thousands mystries to unravel. Different world, Different story. Will she be able to survive this world?

The intern, Clarissa Johnson slept with the president, Damien Lawrence during a company team-building event.She knew that Damien had a childhood sweetheart and that what happened was nothing more than an alcohol-induced frenzy.As such, Clarissa ran away in secret and acted as if nothing had happened. She never would have expected Damien to summon her for marriage just two weeks later. That was how Clarissa married into a wealthy family where she received the Lawrence family’s adoration. However, Damien was never friendly to her, not even for a day…

"Huh," she said awkwardly, looking at her hands. Seriously, Grace, just die; she cursed herself. "But you know the funniest thing..." he said, now standing in front of her, since when, she wondered. As he traced the line of her ears with his thumb, she shivered in excitement. Boy! Who would have thought she was sensitive in that area? He forced her head up with his hand. "I am going to fuck you here, Grace, and it won’t be a joke." Grace Bush, the only child of a prominent Canadian family known for her selflessness, and sweetness, experiences a tragic incident on the happiest day of her life, resulting in the loss of her entire family. Left as the only survivor, she undergoes a profound transformation from a sweet innocent child to a wild and self-centered individual. In order to claim her late father's wealth, she decided to train herself in a well-known firm, facing unexpected challenges. Just as she contemplates giving up, fate presents her with a life-altering job opportunity, offering an escape from her troubled hometown, or did it? Noah Creed, the handsome billionaire CEO of The S.O publishing industry in New York, appears to have it all – wealth, looks, and success. Despite being divorced three times, a father, and engaged, he has never truly understood or desired love until he encounters Grace Bush, a wild and unpredictable newcomer in his film industry. Little does he know, their meeting will open a new chapter in his life.

Dia adalah Aditia Prajana, seorang pengusaha sekaligus CEO yang sangat tampan, membuat perempuan berlomba-lomba menarik perhatiannya. Tetapi, saat ada yang mengusiknya di situlah sifat sebenarnya muncul. Banyak yang tau bahwa direktur Aditia bukanlah orang yang mudah di taklukan. Bahkan banyak nyawa yang di buatnya melayang oleh pria seperti itu. Di situlah, semua masyarakat menyebutnya seorang PYSCHOPATH. Karena, gangguan jiwannya yang membuatnya jadi begini. Tetapi, saat dirinya berlibur untuk mengecek proyek di salah-satu pedesaan, dia tidak sengaja bertemu dengan Eca Wulandari yang menabraknya hingga terjatuh. Di situlah, Adit mulai suka dengan gadis itu dan gadis itulah yang membuat seorang pyschopath menjadi luluh karena cinta.

“Love is a gamble. You take the risk and accept whatever the outcome without regrets” Brianna's world crumbled after she caught Lorenzo having an affair. But instead of breaking up with him, she decided to set their relationship open instead, to get her revenge. She copied him and did all the things that he'd done to her. What she did made Lorenzo finally realize his mistakes and start repenting. However, with years of being a fool for him, Brianna builds a huge wall between them and has no plan of forgiving him, even if he cried her a river, nor tell the whole world how much he regrets his mistakes.  But what will she do if Lorenzo becomes persistent and very determined to take her back? 

Ginawang parahusan,binuntis ,saka iniwan nang walang pasabi-sabi! Tapos babalik ka ngayong wala na ang anak natin!" Wala kang kwentang ama! Pinabayaan mo kami nang ating anak!Paano pa ako magtitiwala sayo muli!Kaya nakikiusap ako sayo! lubayan mo na ako! Dahil kahit kaylan hindi mo na ma-ibabalik pa ang buhay nang ating anak! "Maghihiganti ako ! ' Hanggang humihinga pa ako!

(COMPLETED) Every single girl, no matter what, wants the perfect man as her husband or boyfriend. No matter how feisty, rude, callous that woman is, she would never want a bad and uncaring man. And that was exactly what Amelia Pritchett got. A rich, handsome, sexy and caring man. William Gold. She was feisty at first; "You ass***e! How dare you kidnap me?!" And then she bore only hatred for him, right after she had started loving him; "You lied to me! After all these months? How could you?", her voice breaking, her eyes misty as she stared intently at him. He was dumbfounded... *** Well, it turned out she had not fallen in love with the perfect man after all but is there really a perfect man? -------- Check out my first novel, an high school romance, still ongoing; CRUSH. Note: The book cover isn't mine.

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.