Primordial Era

Five years into my marriage to Dante Moretti, the Don of the Chicago Outfit, the entire underworld knew he loved me more than life itself. He’d had a violin—for me—tattooed right next to his family crest, a symbol of loyalty that could never be erased. Until I got the photo from his mistress. A cocktail waitress, sprawled naked in his arms, her skin marred by the dark bruises of rough sex. She had scrawled her name right next to the violin he’d gotten for me. And my husband had let her. "Dante says only being inside me makes him feel like a man anymore. You can’t even get him hard anymore, can you, sweet Alessia? Maybe it’s time to step aside." I didn't reply. I just made a single call. “I need a new identity. And a plane ticket out.”

My younger sister and I were born twins, yet from the very beginning, our parents had zero fondness for me. My sister was the family's good-luck charm, while I was hailed as the harbinger of misfortune. I was blamed for every calamity, while she got all the credit for every blessing. Even after my death, I heard them say, "If we had abandoned her at birth, or even ended her life then, none of this would have happened." I had once tried desperately to win their approval, only to be met with cold indifference. When I finally secured a coveted civil service post, they celebrated me for the first time in my life. I naively believed that I had been acknowledged at last. But then, they said, "Give your job to your sister. She needs it more." At that moment, something inside me completely died. I tried so hard to cling to the hard-won proof that I was not the family's misfortune, yet even that slipped through my grasp. In the end, I lost everything, even the life they had never once cherished.

Arum, gadis desa yang polos, sering mendapatkan perlakuan tidak baik dari ibu dan saudara sambungnya. Pada suatu hari, dia harus terusir dari kampung karena hamil di luar nikah oleh perbuatan seorang laki-laki yang tidak bertanggung jawab. Bagaimanakah kisah hidupnya?

Menjadi seorang pangeran tanpa adanya sebuah istana membuatnya tidak dianggap sebagai seorang pangeran meskipun dirinya berasal dari keturunan bangsawan yang sudah dibantai.

Dewasa 21++ "Satu gerakan bodoh, dan isi kepalamu akan menjadi dekorasi baru di sepraiku." Itulah kalimat pertama yang diucapkan Jordan Arsenio saat menangkap basah tangan Chloe di balik selimutnya. Niat hati ingin memeriksa saraf motorik sang ayah tiri, Chloe justru membangunkan hasrat tergelap sang miliarder. Jordan Arsenio tak pernah menyangka, obat dari kelumpuhan fisiknya bukanlah medis, melainkan tubuh Chloe—gadis malang yang tak lain adalah putri tirinya sendiri yang dikirim oleh istrinya untuk membunuhnya.

Menikah dengan seorang pria tampan, kaya raya, dan sopan, ternyata bukanlah jaminan kebahagiaan untuk Arini .Terlebih, sang suami semakin posesif dan melarangnya keluar rumah. Akankah Arini bertahan atau justru menjadi curiga bila suaminya itu mungkin saja menyembunyikan rahasia darinya?

Setelah memainkan sebuah permainan memanggil arwah dengan menggunakan meja sebagai medianya, Sora, gadis tomboy berusia 18 tahun di serang oleh roh jahat. Sejak saat itu, hidup Sora yang awalnya tenang menjadi berubah. Banyak hantu yang bermunculan dan mengincar nyawanya sehingga membuat gadis itu menjadi tidak berdaya. Tetapi teman sekelasnya yang bisa memurnikan roh jahat bernama Ryou rela bertaruh nyawa untuk melindungi Sora. Apakah hanya kebetulan roh-roh itu muncul dan ingin mencelakai Sora? Ataukah ada hal lain dibalik semua kejadian yang menimpa mereka? Mampukah Ryou melindungi Sora dan menyelamatkan hidupnya? -The tale of eternal love- "Melindungimu adalah makna hidupku. Aku siap mengorbankan nyawaku demi dirimu ...." -Ryou Kamiyama-

Si Lira Mendoza ay isang simpleng basurera na araw-araw lumalaban sa kahirapan para sa kanyang pamilya. Sanay siyang maliitin, tapakan ang dignidad, at ipaalala ng mundo kung saan siya nababagay… sa ilalim. Ngunit isang aksidente ang magbabago sa lahat nang matapunan niya ng basura ang isang mayabang at misteryosong lalaki na hindi niya alam ay isa palang makapangyarihang CEO. Si Nathaniel Cross, isang cold at elite na negosyante, ay sanay makuha ang lahat… pera, respeto, at babae. Ngunit iba si Lira. Hindi siya nagpapanggap, hindi siya humihingi ng awa, at kahit sugatan ang pride, buo pa rin ang tapang. Sa gitna ng isang marangyang villa party, muling nagtagpo ang kanilang mundo… at doon nagsimula ang isang masakit na banggaan ng uri, dignidad, at damdamin. Habang unti-unting nahuhulog ang loob ni Nathaniel sa babaeng galing sa mundo ng basura, lalong humihigpit ang hawak ng kanyang pamilya, lalo na ng kanyang ina, na may sariling plano para sa kanyang kinabukasan. Sa pagitan ng pang-aalipusta, lihim na kasunduan, at unti-unting pag-usbong ng pag-ibig, kakayanin ba ni Lira ang mundong hindi siya kailanman tinanggap? O mananatili siyang basurera sa paningin ng lahat… kahit sa lalaking handa nang ipaglaban siya?

Blurb Sold as a substitute bride, Ellie thought her worst fear was being bound to a feral prince—until she learned she was never meant to be a wife… only a sex slave. Chained by tradition and dark desires, she’s dragged into a kingdom where women are possessions, and men wear crowns like shackles. He’s ruthless, cursed, and hungry for more than obedience. She’s meant to submit, but her fire stirs something dangerous in him. In a palace where pleasure is power and freedom is forbidden, Ellie must decide: BREAK HIM or BE BROKEN. He was promised a body. She might just steal his soul.

Quando a minha cunhada teve outra crise, eu soube que me divorciaria novamente. Fechei os olhos. "Este é o nono divórcio." Luís Ribeiro massageou as têmporas, dizendo com culpa: — Paula, a morte do meu irmão foi tão repentina... Ele deixou a esposa e o bebê que ela carrega. Eu não posso simplesmente abandoná-los. — Não se preocupe, assim que o bebê nascer, vamos nos casar novamente. Desta vez, para nunca mais nos separarmos! Eu fiquei em silêncio. Afinal, essa era a oitava vez que eu ouvia a mesma promessa. O primeiro divórcio foi quando a morte súbita do irmão mais velho fez minha cunhada entrar em colapso. Na época, ela estava grávida, e Luís propôs o divórcio para que pudesse acalmá-la, prometendo que nos casaríamos de novo depois. Em nove meses, nos casamos e nos divorciamos oito vezes por causa disso. Todos zombavam de mim, me chamando de a "recordista de divórcios". Até eu mesma achava tudo isso um absurdo. Peguei a certidão de divórcio recém-impressa, e um funcionário ao lado me perguntou em voz baixa: — Quando vocês vêm na próxima vez? Eu respondi com indiferença: — Não haverá uma próxima vez.