Psychological Realism

Obsesi Audrey Dianne pada mantan tunangannya semakin menjadi-jadi ketika gadis itu mengalami hal misterius yang membawanya kembali ke masa lalu setelah ia mengakhiri hidupnya. Kehidupan lama yang penuh dengan hinaan karena paras buruknya, ketidakberuntungan, dan menjadi korban perselingkuhan, berganti menjadi hidup yang lebih manis karena 'sebuah sihir' yang mengubahnya. Kini, Audrey bertekad untuk mewujudkan pernikahannya yang sempat gagal dan menjalani hidup sesuai keinginannya. Apapun akan ia lakukan. Akankah semua dapat terwujud? Misteri apa yang membawa Audrey kembali ke masa lalu? Genre : Romance, Psychological Thriller

[Mengandung BoyXBoy] Siswi itu begitu populer di sekolah tempat Arfian menimba ilmu. Bahkan gadis itu dengan penuh percaya diri mengatakan, "Semua cowok di sekolah ini tuh gak ada yang gak suka sama aku! Semuanya suka sama aku." Namun tak disangka Arfian, gadis itu malah tidak menyukainya. Bahkan ketika gadis itu mengetahui bahwa Arfian tidak terlalu suka kepadanya, siswi itu terlihat tidak peduli. Suatu hari Arfian memergoki siswi tersebut hendak menggunakan suatu ramuan aneh, si gadis pun kesal padanya. Ia mencecoki Arfian dengan ramuan misterius tersebut, setelah ia ingat peringatan dukun yang memberinya ramuan itu : "Jangan diberikan pada laki-laki! Hasilnya akan mengerikan..." Tak disangka, nasib yang tak Arfian duga akan mengubah hidupnya setelah itu... MATURE CONTENT same-sex sexuality, kekerasan, bahasa eksplisit, psychological, dark fantasy

Two months after I died, it finally occurred to my parents that they'd forgotten to bring me back from their trip. My father scowled in frustration. "She was supposed to walk back herself. Does she really need to make such a big deal out of it?" My brother, ever smug, opened our chat and sent an emoji, along with a message. [You'd better die out there. That way, Scarlett and I will split Grandma's inheritance.] He received no reply. With a frosty expression, my mother said, "Tell her if she shows up for her grandmother's birthday on time, I'll let the whole pushing-Scarlett-into-the-water thing go." They never believed I hadn't made it out of those woods. After digging six feet into the ground, they finally found my bones deep in the forest.

The day I died was the same day as my twin sister’s birthday party. She was in tears and was wrapped up in my boyfriend’s arms. My mom was seething with anger and kept calling me over and over again. My brother was clearly upset and sent me a text saying, "You’re so selfish. You just can’t stand to see anyone else happy." Even my usually quiet dad was furious and said, "She’s nothing but an ungrateful brat." I touched my chest. Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore.

Anastasia Tomes (Ana) is an abandoned orphan she-wolf who endures a lifetime of physical, mental, psychological and medical abuse at the hands of Janice, the housemother of the orphanage she is raised in, and Kaira, a witch who is working with the Janice. On her 18th birthday, she is not only kicked out of the Moon Valley Orphanage, but she also meets, and is subsequently rejected by, her destined mate. Ana never shifted and began to believe that she was wolf-less, until after she has left the orphanage. She was kept drugged with wolfsbane, Bella donna and other herbal concoctions, as well as liquid silver which all keep her from developing normally. Ana has been given injections throughout her life and was told it was a medical procedure to keep her alive. These cocktails of toxins caused her to have poor eyesight and extremely low metabolism, causing weight problems, both anomalies of werewolves. Ana meets her wolf, Scarlett, on her birthday after she leaves the orphanage. Scarlett helps her through as she experiences a pattern of rejections: from her parents to her destined mate. Although Ana feels that her life is worthless and that she is unlovable, she feels that she needs to go on a fact-finding journey to find out who she is, what her truths are and what her contribution to the world is. In her travels, she finds that there are unsavory people who will do whatever they can to keep her from her destiny, a destiny she has yet to realize. Will Ana be able to unravel the web of deceit whe has believed all her live, realize her potential and become the she-wolf she was destined to or will she tuck tail and run to keep her sanity and life intact?

My family has always considered me a harbinger of misfortune. It's all because I can see a countdown to my relatives' deaths. I tell them when my grandfather, father, and mother will die. It all comes true due to various accidents. My three brothers hate me to the core because they think I cursed my parents and grandfather. My mother actually dies after giving birth to my younger sister, but my brothers dote on her to no end. They say she's their lucky star because everything goes well for the family after she's born. But didn't Mom die while giving birth to her? On my 18th birthday, I see my death countdown when I look at myself in the mirror. I buy an urn I like and prepare a meal. I want to have one last meal with my brothers, but none of them show up even when the timer hits zero…

My stepsister falsely accuses me of causing her allergies to act up. My three brothers stuff me into the cramped cellar and chain the door shut. I pound on the door and beg them to let me out. My eldest brother, an outstanding businessman, snaps, "It's bad enough that you keep bullying Lori. How could you make her eat seafood when you know she's allergic to it? Isn't that just murder? Stay in there and reflect on your mistakes!" My second brother, an award-winning singer, and my third brother, a genius painter, scoff contemptuously. "It's unbelievable that someone as evil as you is making excuses to garner pity. You can stay in there and repent for your sins!" After that, they take our shuddering stepsister to the hospital. The oxygen in the cellar soon runs out, and it gets difficult to breathe. Ultimately, I die in there. My brothers only remember me three days later when they bring our stepsister back from the hospital. Unbeknownst to them, I've already died of asphyxiation.

The daughter of my father's first love suffered from heatstroke because she was left in the car, so he tied me up in a fit of anger and locked me in the car boot. He looked at me with utter disgust and said, "I don't have a vicious daughter like you. Stay here and reflect on yourself." I begged him, apologized to him, and pleaded for him to let me out, but all I got in return was his ruthless order. "Unless she dies, no one is allowed to let her out." The car was parked in the garage. No one could hear me no matter how much I screamed for help. Seven days later, he finally remembered me and decided to let me out. However, he had no idea that I had already died in that trunk and could never wake up again.

"Mom, help! Dad locked me in the car!" It was 2:00 pm in the blazing heat of a summer afternoon, and my heart stopped when I heard my daughter's panicked voice. I immediately began searching for my daughter, but my husband sounded impatient when he answered my call. "Holly's in a bad mood. I'm taking her to the amusement park. Why are you overreacting? She'll be fine." He sounded annoyed and hung up immediately after he was done speaking. The dial tone buzzed in my ear, but all I could think was that he'd better pray nothing happened to her.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?