Sad Broken Heart

To forge an alliance, I had to choose a mate from the sons of the Blackwood Alpha. Everyone thought I'd choose Larry, the powerful Alpha-to-be. But on the day of the ceremony, I chose Derek—the outcast in the wheelchair, the one they called the Broken Wolf. I did it because in my past life, I chose Larry, and he betrayed me. He mated with another she-wolf right in front of me, forcing the entire pack to watch. He even marked Chloe, my so-called best friend. When I discovered their betrayal, he murdered me—and our unborn pup—with a silver dagger. I died in despair, my heart shattered. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had to choose my mate. This time, they could have each other. I would rewrite my fate. But I never expected he'd been reborn, too.

Paano mo nga ba matatanggap ang pagmamahal ng taong ang unang motibo nang paibigin ka ay gamitin ka sa masama? Alea De Vera dreamed to find a man like her father, but when destiny started playing with her, she found herself falling for the bad boy son of the man who abused her mother. When hatred consumes a fragile heart, will love be enough to heal the wounds caused by the past?

ถ้าคนหนึ่งเห็นผี แล้ว อีกคนเป็นโรคนอนไม่หลับ ต้องมาเจอกันคุณคิดว่าจะเกิดอะไรขึ้นบ้างล่ะ เมื่อเธอทำให้เขานอนหลับสนิท และเขาทำให้เธอหลุดพ้นจากแดนคนตาย พาร์ทเนอร์จึงบังเกิดขึ้น หรือนี่จะนำไปสู่การเป็นคู่จริงกันน่ะ

No” she whispered to herself in disbelief.        A sense of dread fell over her. She had to be imagining things.   Wesley would never betray her.   But as Emily came to a stop in front of her bedroom door,she knew  the truth was staring her in the face.        Engulfed by rage, she burst the door open,only to come face-to-face with a horror scene.     Her husband was in bed with no other person than her sister…         

He betrayed her with her own twin. He divorced her for being barren. But Lyra just discovered the truth: her mate, Eamon, was the one who poisoned her. Stripped of everything, she flees to a rival pack, where a dangerous new alliance and a fiery attraction to the Alpha's son fuels her vow of vengeance. Eamon will pay for what he stole.

จะผิดไหม ถ้าเพื่อนรักจะกลายเป็นรักเพื่อน “สัญญาได้ไหมวะ ถ้ากูยังไม่มีแฟน มึงก็ห้ามคบใครเหมือนกัน”

Verana tahu bahwa dia telah salah langkah, percaya dengan rayuan dan janji manis pacarnya, Josh. Setahun berpacaran, mereka sudah melakukan lebih, tidur bersama bahkan melakukan hubungan badan. Dua garis biru tampak di depan mata setelah bulanannya tidak kunjung datang. Panik, Verana langsung meminta pertanggung jawaban dari pacarnya, namun Josh dengan enteng mengatakan digugurkan saja karena mengingat mereka sudah semester enam, sudah pasti akan sangat sibuk mengurus skripsi dan yang lainnya. Bagaimana nasib Verana selanjutnya?

Fernando Perez a 28 years old wealthy billionaire was raped on his 15th birthday, after the unfortunate incident he had zero likeness for women and vowed not to ever fall in love with them. Then came Micaela Alvarado a popular writer who coincidentally wrote a story exactly as the past of Fernando. Fernando was curious to know more about the writer and in the process he fell in love with her. Micaela later confesses she was among the girls that sexually assaulted Fernando 13 years ago. Would Fernando forgive Micaela over his past? Read and find out!

“Say you love me,” he growls. “I love you,” I gasp, clutching at him. “Again. Louder.” “I love you, Cole. I love you, I love you.” My husband smirks like he’s claimed a victory. His hand grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open, kissing me so deep I can barely breathe. Then his fingers are exploring, working me open, ruthless and skilled, dragging me up fast. My body arches, desperate, already trembling. “Beg me.” His voice is harsh, guttural. “Tell me what I need to hear. Tell me you’ll never leave me. Tell me you’ll always be mine.” “I’ll never leave you,” I sob. “I’ll always love you. Always yours.” *** Then I found out that I’m nothing more than a baby incubator for him. He needs bone marrow for his son with another woman, Jade. She’s my mentor. She’s the woman who held my newborn baby and said, I’m proud of you, you’re going to be an incredible designer and mother. I swear, somehow, I will make them pay.

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."