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Meeting me is for fate, having you is what I have always wanted. The first time she went to the bar, Rose encountered a pervert, watching his horrible smile shield her feeling very uncomfortable. Fortunately, there was a handsome guy who helped you get rid of his claws. But it seemed that this handsome guy was a bit arrogant, yes, she just wanted to invite him a meal as a thank you but that disdainful attitude made her very angry. The second time I bumped into him during the viewing, his impression on her seemed a little changed, he was a cold outsider in the heat that made her lonely heart beat throughout her 23 skies. At the same time, her recent manuscript was rejected by her management because she couldn't feel the love of the character, so the water pushed the boat she risked sawing down the handsome general within a month. Thanks to her best friend's ingenious military master, she created bad stories crying and laughing during the process of sawing.

Kaya ends up in the hands of her father’s enemy by mistake, little did she know it would turn into the biggest blessing, or horror. Raised with a sister that hates her, in a pack that was indifferent towards her, life hasn’t always been easy for her. And she ends up in the hands of the lycan king, and she finds out he’s her mate. The lycan king has only two goals in life, keeping his son and pack safe. He wasn’t ready for a mate, after the betrayal of the last one. But the starry eyed girl looks at him like he is the best thing she has ever seen. He doesn’t want anything to do with her, but does he have the strong will to keep his hands to himself while she’s with him?

I ditched a shot at studying abroad to help my boyfriend, Gavin Censori, launch his startup. Stuck it out with him through seven brutal years. Then boom—success hit, and so did the ghosting. On Valentine's Day, he hit me with the classic "work's crazy" excuse. Instead of showing up, he had some random delivery dude drop off a box of cosmetic samples. Samples. Later that night, his secretary Rebecca popped up on my feed, flexing hard. Caption: [With a boss like this, why go home early?] Pic: A box of high-end makeup. Same brand. Hers weren't samples. I dropped a comment: [You're doing great at your sidechick job. Gold star.] Gavin called instantly, losing it. "What's your problem? She's just an employee! I bust my ass making money for you, and you're always jealous!" I laughed. Didn't even yell. Just dumped him. Seven years, and I'd never touched a dime of his. Joke's on him—his precious startup? Secretly bankrolled by me. Fast-forward three years. Business summit. He rolled in wearing a tailored suit. The second he spotted me with a bag of bottles, his smirk kicked in. "Didn't like those cosmetics I gave you, huh? Now look at you—reduced to bottle collecting?"

On the night she thought her forever would begin, Evelyn dressed like a bride without a ring–hopeful, steady, certain that eight years of love would finally be sealed with a promise. Instead, she was handed a check. Eight years reduced to a transaction. Six abortions buried beneath a man who now claims he “deserves better.” And just when she thinks humiliation cannot go deeper, before she can even process the betrayal, he invites her to his wedding. In two days. Broken but not destroyed, Evelyn disappeared from the world quietly. But not to heal. To watch. To learn. To rebuild. Because the most dangerous thing Jason ever did was not just leaving her.. It was teaching her how disposable she was. Now, Evelyn is about to return the lesson. Not with tears. Not with pleas. But with a quiet, calculated revenge that will make a powerful man wish he had not let her go.

Jauh di dalam hutan, di rumorkan tentang bunga emas yang dapat mengabulkan segala permohonan.Namun, tak banyak orang yang tahu tentang sosok misterius yang tinggal di dalamnya.Suatu malam seorang pemuda masuk ke dalam hutan demi bunga emas yang di rumorkan itu. Ia bertemu dengan seorang anak kecil yang berpakaian serba hitam, seperti pada upacara pemakaman.Claudia, begitulah ia menyebutkan namanya.

"May, lo suka apartemen baru gue?" Sambil mengunyah nasi goreng bikinan Panji lima belas menit yang lalu, aku mengangguk. Aku benar menyukai apartemen baru Panji pada kunjungan pertamanya kali ini. konsep monokrom yang menenangkan dan bikin pengin. "Kalau lo suka, tinggal di apartemen gue. Mau?" Kunyahanku langsung terhenti, untung enggak keselek. Tapi, ini bukan jenis topik yang biasa Panji dominasi. Memutar stool, aku tatap saksama dia. Aku nggak salah dengar, kan? "Buat apa?" Diam-diam batinku menjerit. Apa Panji sedang melamarku? Serius? Dengan cara konyol tapi mendebarkan begini? Astaga. Kakiku langsung dingin. "Em, gini, gue nggak percaya cinta. Lo takut disakiti cowok. Dan ... kita saling cocok. I think, kita bisa tinggal bersama. Di apartemen ini. Gimana?" Dan aku membisu. *** Tahun baru dan Bali menciptakan pertemuan pertama Maya dengan Panji. Lima bulan berlalu, Maya kembali bertemu Panji. Pertemuan kedua yang menjaring kedekatan satu sama lain. Bagi Maya, Panji adalah pria yang membuatnya kembali merasakan bunga cinta sekaligus resahnya di tinggalkan. Sementara bagi Panji, bertemu Maya cukup membuatnya mengajak Maya untuk tetap berada di sisinya. Termasuk dengan memberi penawaran sebuah kesepakatan yang ternyata justru membuat Maya berada pada situasi rumit. Friends with benefits. Tinggal bersama tanpa adanya pernikahan. Semua makin sulit saat Andreas--sahabatnya Maya yang lain-- mulai ikut campur urusan percintaan cewek tersebut. Karena bagi Andreas, Maya berhak bahagia dan terlepas dari ikatan tidak pasti yang Panji berikan.

I secretly ordered a delivery of a thousand roses for my wife's birthday, hoping to surprise her. After the delivery was completed, I got a message from the delivery guy. [By the way, I tossed the trash by your door on my way out. Didn't expect you to be so kinky. Good for you, man!] He even sent me a photo. In the picture was an open trash bag stuffed with shredded pantyhose. My mind went completely blank. I was overseas on a business trip. My wife was the only one at home.

After dying after a mall explosion I wake in a 7 year old body, wait I what? I become a child?!! OMG Good thing this child face is so exquisite however as soon as I wake up life is so hard. Both parents are missing, chased to death by the so-called relatives, have nothing to eat but I do have a gentle elder brother, an adorable younger brother and a sister-obsess twin brother. "Wife I came back fetching your gold" a certain main coiled his arms my waist "Wife?! Whose wife your calling?! I'm your big bro" A night had pass "Do you know your mistake?" "Yes, hubby I'm sorry" "Who am I?" "Your my younger bro--of my husband. I will beat anyone who dared to refuse to that!"

Aricka Evangelista, a red-haired girl with a pair of pitch-black eyes, never knew that one day she'll be chased to death by something that kills and possesses the body of those who have seen a certain book, the Death of God. The book contains secrets of the light and the dark and according to the myth, everyone who touched and read it will be taken by an unknown force and their body will be used to also kill others who will next take possession of the book. The more she runs, the more people are affected, and the more they chase her, the more she discovers.

On Father's Day, I received a heartwarming gift. My one-year-old son called me Dad for the first time. But moments later, he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and died before we could reach the hospital. My wife was shattered, and I was devastated. The doctors couldn't identify the cause of his death. Three years later, my wife emerged from her grief, and we welcomed our second child. But the moment this child called me Dad, they, too, died instantly. To spare her further pain, I suggested adoption. Yet, even our adopted children met the same fate. Unable to bear the losses, my wife divorced me. Everyone said I was cursed, never meant to be a father. Defiant, I remarried and had another child, vowing never to let them call me Dad. For years, we adhered to this rule. But when our daughter turned four, she came home from preschool, eager to celebrate Father's Day. Holding a card, she read aloud, "Dad."