Protagonist Villain

My boyfriend came from a wealthy family. We had been together for seven years, yet he had never given me a single gift. When he proposed, he even asked for the diamond ring back so he could return it for a refund. Later, when we were about to register our marriage, he complained that the paperwork fee was too expensive and said it wasn’t necessary. However, not long after that, he registered his marriage with his childhood sweetheart instead. He even booked the most luxurious hotel in the entire city, eager to throw a grand engagement party. The shock was too much for my grandmother, and she suffered a heart attack. I dropped to my knees and begged my boyfriend to return the salary I had entrusted to him over the years, as I needed the money to pay for my grandmother’s surgery. He simply wrapped his arm around his childhood sweetheart and pretended not to know me. He said he would never help a lazy beggar who only knew how to freeload. Then, he ordered the security guards to throw me out. Later, my grandmother died on New Year’s Eve, her final breaths drowned out by the sound of fireworks outside. While everyone else celebrated the holiday season, I handled my grandmother’s funeral alone. At the same time, I accepted a job offer from a major overseas company. When I returned home to get my passport, the man—who had just finished introducing his sweetheart to his parents and was clearly in a good mood—saw me and assumed I was still throwing a tantrum. For the first time, he spoke generously. “Alright. What could possibly have happened to your grandmother? At worst, I’ll make it up to you with a luxurious wedding.” What he didn’t know was that from the moment my grandmother took her last breath, I no longer wanted to marry him.

My show-quality service beastkin doesn't like me. He only wags his tail for my sister. I then bring home a low-grade venting beastkin. But he's now so upset that he's nearly in tears. "Layla Manfred, there can only be one hound, and that's me!"

On the day we were to choose our magical guardians, my sister laid claim to the griffin's egg, leaving the serpent's egg to me. She boasted that, as the trueborn daughter of the queen and the eldest princess, she was destined to become the chosen heir. However, her griffin egg never hatched, what stumbled out was nothing more than a pitiful turkey. My serpent egg, however, nurtured by the waters of the enchanted spring, awakened into a true white wyvern. When I was named heir to the throne, my sister raised a cup in celebration, only to poison me with the wine and end my life. I opened my eyes again at the moment of choosing. This time, my sister snatched away my serpent egg, shattered the griffin's before my eyes, and imprisoned me on a distant isle: determined that I would witness her glory as the chosen of the white wyvern and heir to the crown. Yet when the white wyvern cracked its shell, destiny shifted. I bound myself instead to the Titan Ape, a beast mighty enough to bring the wyvern to its knees.

Basilio DiLustro. Charming. Deadly. A monster dressed in a three-piece-suit. Wynter Star. Realist with the most romantic of hearts, hiding it all under her ice princess fame. The two were never meant to cross paths. When they do, worlds collide and volcanoes erupt. Basilio makes her feel everything when she’s with him. Protected. Loved. Desired. Every monster has a weakness. She’s his. His obsession. His addiction. His only salvation. Theirs is a love twisted with secrets and tainted by lies. And when history comes knocking, it could shatter everything.

Anjasmara, seorang putri patih kerajaan Majapahit, jatuh cinta pada seorang pemuda biasa. Damarwulan namanya, seorang lenjaga kuda di kediaman Lohgender. pepatah mengatakan bahwa cinta itu buta, atas nama cinta dia Anjasmara memutuskan untuk menikah dengan pemuda itu. Namun keberuntungan tidak berpihak padanya. Damarwulan yang amat dicintainya bukanlah pria setia. Pernikahan yang awalnya sangat ia dambakan, berubah menjadi mimpi buruk. Ia memohon pada dewa agar memberinya kesempatan sekali lagi. Dewa yang maha tinggi itu bersedia mengabulkan permohonannya. Namun dia tidak mendapatkan kehidupn keduanya begitu saja, kehidupam keduanya, dijalani oleh Asmara, reinkarnasi dari Anjasmara di dunia modern. Mampukah Asmara memperbaiki keadaan dan mendapat akhir yang bahagia? bisakah dia kembali ke kehidupannya yang dahulu?

Dunia kegelapan mengenalnya sebagai Ratu Iblis yang tak terkalahkan, pemimpin yang memerintah dengan tangan besi dan kekuatan tak terbantahkan. Namun, sebelum menjadi sosok yang ditakuti, Zhefora hanyalah seorang gadis kecil yang dikutuk oleh takdir. Ia lahir sebagai putri dari penguasa kerajaan iblis, tetapi sejak kecil ia dijauhi karena cakra iblis yang mengalir dalam tubuhnya—sesuatu yang bahkan kaum iblis sendiri takuti. Dibandingkan dengan saudara-saudaranya yang disanjung dan dihormati, Zhefora tumbuh dalam bayang-bayang ketakutan dan kebencian. Jika ia terluka, orang-orang menghindar. Jika ia tersenyum, mereka menatapnya dengan ngeri. Jika ia menangis, dunia seolah menertawakan kelemahannya. Maka, ia berhenti tersenyum. Berhenti menangis. Berhenti berharap. Di usianya yang ke-16, ibunya meninggal secara tragis, dan ayahnya menghilang dalam perang yang tak pernah dimenangkannya. Takhta kerajaan jatuh ke tangannya—bukan karena ia menginginkannya, tetapi karena tidak ada pilihan lain. Zhefora, yang dulu hanya seorang gadis kesepian, kini berdiri sebagai Ratu Iblis yang ditakuti. Ia menguasai kerajaan dengan kebijaksanaan dan kekuatan, tetapi hatinya tetap kosong. Hanya Erem, tangan kanan dan penasihatnya, yang setia berada di sisinya. Namun, kekuasaan selalu membawa ancaman. Dalam sebuah ekspedisi untuk memperluas wilayahnya, pasukan kerajaan iblis terjebak dalam serangan brutal dari musuh yang tak terduga. Zhefora yang selama ini tak pernah goyah, untuk pertama kalinya menghadapi kemungkinan kekalahan. Di saat itulah ia melihatnya—Aroo. Seorang pria muda dengan kekuatan yang bahkan tak bisa ia duga. Ia bukan iblis, bukan manusia, bukan makhluk yang bisa Zhefora definisikan dengan mudah. Dengan satu gerakan, Aroo membalikkan keadaan. Pasukan musuh yang nyaris menghancurkan mereka, kini bertekuk lutut. Zhefora memandangnya dengan mata tajam. Siapa dia? Mengapa ia membantunya? Dan yang lebih penting... mengapa kehadirannya membuat hati Zhefora yang beku mulai retak? Seiring waktu, hubungan mereka berkembang—dari sekadar ratu dan panglima, menjadi sesuatu yang lebih berbahaya. Zhefora yang selama ini hanya mengenal kesepian, mulai merasakan sesuatu yang lebih dalam.

Billionaire Ethan Gibson, determined to break the family's curse of ending without an heir, spent a fortune recruiting ten "candidate mothers" and placed them together on his private island. On the day they arrived, Ethan announced publicly: Whoever delivers his first heir will become the future mistress of the Gibson family. Greed grew faster than desire. Within just a few months, several women announced their pregnancies with great pride. However, they and their unborn children were thrown into the ocean and fed to sharks. The reason was simple: they had been found to be involved with other men. Every night, the screams coming from the harbor kept me awake. I was terrified, because I had also had a single accidental encounter with Ethan, and I was now pregnant. When the day finally came and I saw what I had delivered, everything went dark before my eyes. Those mistresses who were fed to the sharks had at least carried human babies. I had given birth to three tiny puppies.

My younger sister, Lydia Miller, and I are unexpectedly reborn into a beastman tribe, where the Beast God gives us a choice of identity. The first option is to become a beast woman with tremendous strength and a tall, imposing physique. The second option is to become a saintess with the ability to reproduce across species and an alluring, graceful figure. In our previous life, Lydia became a beast woman to survive, while I became the frail saintess. She ended up scorned by the tribe's beastmen for not being feminine enough. Meanwhile, I captured the hearts of the three strongest and most handsome beastmen in the tribe with my delicate frame. I became their most cherished beloved. Eventually, they rose to rule the primeval forest, and I basked in endless glory as their saintess. Driven mad with jealousy, Lydia pushed me into a poison swamp when no one was looking. With my last bit of strength, I plunged a poisonous thorn into her body, and we died together. When I open my eyes again, we're back at the moment when the Beast God asks us to make our choice. This time, Lydia rushes to claim the saintess identity first. "Ella, this time I'll be the saintess. Since I pity you so much, I'll let you have those three defective, impotent beastmen." I bite back the wild joy flooding through me. What's so great about serving as a breeding tool anyway? In a primitive society, strength is everything.

When my older sister, Rhea Silverhilt, and I are given a chance to choose our marriage partners for the clan alliance, she rushes ahead and claims the noble fire dragon, Drakon Ragnarok. I am left to match with a brutish wolf, Flint Greyfang. Not long after the wedding, Drakon dies in an unexpected accident. Rhea loses her protector and is vulnerably subjected to scorn and abuse. Meanwhile, the sharp-minded and shrewd Flint reveals a surprising talent for business and swiftly amasses a fortune. Consumed by bitter hatred, Rhea corners me at the grand sacrificial rite and stabs me to death. When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day we are to choose marriage partners. This time, Rhea darts forward and holds Flint's hand. In that instant, I know that she's reborn, just as I am. What she doesn't know is that wolves are innately violent and abusive. They love settling disputes with fists.

The world was divided into the mortal realm and the divine realm. The Rain Clan belonged to the divine realm. They could hear the prayers from the mortal realm. The Rain Maidens would bring rainfall to the mortal realm through prayers. They could ascend to heavens through cultivation. In the Rain Clan, every rain maiden was born with a dragon who would ascend with her and become her mount. When my sister and I were born, we shared only one spirit beast—a white dragon. The white dragon was the lowest of all dragons, yet I ignored the clan’s objections and insisted on forming a bond with him so that we could ascend. However, on the day I succeeded in calling the rain and married him, he shot an arrow straight through me while I was pregnant and at my weakest from summoning rain. As I lay dying, I saw him rush toward my sister. “Leigh, now I can finally be with you forever.” Only then did I realize the white dragon had chosen me under pretenses to help Leigh ascend. When I opened my eyes again, he and I had both returned to the day of our bond. There, he learned that Leigh was the true heir to the Rain Goddess mantle. He dropped to his knees and loudly confessed that he had always loved Leigh, and that he wished only to be her mount. Everyone knew I had spent half my cultivation to save him when he first hatched. I smiled and pointed at a mottled green snake at the edge of the barrier. The white dragon thought that as long as he bonded with my sister, he would ascend. However, what he never knew was that without me, Leigh could never ascend.