Rwby Summer Rose

The fake daughter married my boyfriend. My mouth was taped and I was being chopped into pieces by her admirer. The entire family took turns to call me. My mother said, "How ungrateful you are. I should not have brought you home back then." Father added, "Don't bother coming back if you do not attend Samantha's wedding." Brother said, "Let me tell you, you shall root in hell if you choose not to attend the wedding." At that moment, I didn't even have the energy to shout for help due to excessive blood loss. Everyone lost their patience, "Speak up! Are you dead or what?" I could only see the calls being disconnected. One thing they did not know, I was really dead.

Seminggu sebelum hari bahagianya, Latisha justru dihadapkan pada pengkhianatan paling menyakitkan, calon suaminya berselingkuh dengan sahabatnya sendiri. Segala persiapan pernikahan yang telah disusun dengan rapi mendadak berubah menjadi kekacauan. Undangan sudah tersebar, gedung telah dipesan, dan ibunya sama sekali menolak mendengar kata "batal"—karena semua sudah siap, seratus persen tanpa celah. Saat Latisha berada di ambang putus asa, tawaran tak terduga datang dari pria yang tak pernah ia bayangkan "Menikahlah dengan saya." Sagara—atasan yang dikenal dingin, logis, dan nyaris tak tersentuh. Bukan cinta yang ia tawarkan, melainkan sebuah kesepakatan. Pernikahan tanpa rasa, sekadar untuk menyelamatkan reputasi dan menghindari tekanan keluarga. Namun, akankah sebuah pernikahan yang dimulai tanpa cinta bisa bertahan? Atau justru, perasaan itu akan tumbuh... di antara kebisuan dan kebersamaan yang tak direncanakan?

When life gives you lemon, make lemonade, but what do you do when lemonade is served instead of lemons? I think I'm in deep shit and I don't know how to get out. I was sold to a Mafia underboss, not technically, but he claimed me, a ruthless one at that. I know it's crazy but I'll escape no matter what, I will break these shackles and fly freely like a bird, and if that meant spilling blood, then I am so ready.

What happens when the tormented female lead in a novel wakes up and decides to get together with the second male lead? Coincidentally enough, I'm transmigrated into the body of this tormented female lead!

My dormmate falls in the dorm and sends the rest of us the hospital bill. She wants us to compensate her. "I only fell because you guys left a puddle of water at the door. It's only right that you compensate me, don't you think? It's not much—you each just have to give me a thousand dollars to cover the checkup, medication, transport, the classes I missed, and the mental distress I suffered." I exchange looks with my two other dormmates. All three of us politely decline. That's when she goes berserk. She screeches threateningly, "Do you know who my father is? I'll make sure you guys can't graduate if you don't compensate me!"

A rogue werewolf, Gabriel Kosta, seeks revenge on the pack who ruthlessly murdered his entire pack thirty years ago. Amira Moon, daughter of Cobra Moon, Alpha of Blue Moon Pack, is the only known alpha she wolf. Except no one outside her pack knows of her until the night Gabriel Kosta takes his revenge.

Anna Silverlake tidak pernah menyangka akan terbangun di bawah kungkungan seorang pria tampan yang baru menikah--dan mereka sedang melakukan malam pertama. Apa yang terjadi? Mengapa dirinya tiba-tiba saja memiliki seorang suami? Anna segera menyadari kalau dirinya baru saja terdampar ke dalam sebuah novel berjudul ‘Mawar yang Rapuh’ dan menjadi Tiana Hartley, sang pemeran utama yang nantinya tewas di tangan keluarga tersayangnya lantaran ia menikah dengan pria ini: Keith Wilson--seorang CEO dingin yang sebenarnya sama sekali tidak pernah mencintai Tiana. “Tidak! Aku tidak ingin menjadi pemeran utama yang naif, lemah, dan cengeng! Aku harus melarikan diri!” Melarikan diri dari keluarga dan mantan kekasih yang ingin membunuhnya. Melarikan diri dari suaminya yang dingin dan tak acuh. Lalu membesarkan seorang bayi yang tidak ia ketahui ternyata telah tumbuh di perutnya--hasil dari malam itu. Tanpa tahu kalau Keith Wilson, si pria dingin itu, akan mencarinya hingga ke ujung dunia sekalipun. Follow me : IG : @summerrainwriter

My husband's childhood friend says she wants her crystal beads to soak up some of the good luck in our home. Because of that, he scatters the beads on the floor, making me slip and miscarry. I'm in agony as I lie on the operating table. I call my husband incessantly, but all he does is block my number. I lie in the hospital ward after the operation. I see my husband's childhood friend's social media update—a photo of him worshipfully holding out a certificate while getting down on one knee. It's captioned, "He loves me so much! I said I'm interested in running a business and he actually set up a company for me!" On the day of the branch company's grand opening, my husband's childhood friend wears an expensive custom-made gown. Meanwhile, I wear her discarded goods. I'm barred from even entering the building. I suppress my bitterness and call my lawyer. "Are the divorce procedures done?"

I was working overtime at the mall on New Year's Eve, only to witness my boyfriend proposing to the broke student, whose scholarship was funded by my family, on the biggest screen in the place. I was about to step forward and confront him when she, with tears in her eyes, accepted the proposal. "Being confessed to in my family’s own estate… is so romantic and meaningful. Thank you for loving me so wholeheartedly for five years." As soon as those words left her mouth, the two embraced, sharing a deep kiss amidst the cheering crowd. They even won the "Best Couple" award for the night. I didn’t cry or make a scene. Instead, I volunteered to present them with their prize. I couldn’t wait to see what fate had in store for two pieces of trash standing together.

On our first wedding anniversary, my husband came home with a woman who was six months pregnant. He introduced her as his cousin, someone who had fallen on hard times, and asked me to take care of her. I was just about to agree when fragments of imaginary commentary floated through my mind: [She's just my 'cousin'. Uh-uh, that's a cliche.] [Poor supporting female character! A maid by day, the husband's bedwarmer by night.] [But she totally deserved it! If she hadn't broken up the main couple, they'd have a whole soccer team of kids by now!] Wait—what? Supporting female character? Me? And what's this about breaking them up? So now these two get to cheat under my roof, and somehow I'm the villain? Before I could process it all, my husband was already dragging her luggage inside. "Alice doesn't like fried food," he said matter-of-factly. "And nothing too salty or spicy. Make sure you keep that in mind when you're cooking. "Oh, and pregnant women love sweets. Go out now and buy a cherry cake. The one from that bakery in the suburbs."