Saints Row Aisha

Eliana Osiris has known pain and torture her whole life after her parents were brutally murdered before her very eyes. She had watched her pregnant mother hanged before her eyes and watched her struggle to drag in breaths all to no avail til she gave up. Now she lay in the cells ,beaten and bruised and unable to move for five years and just when she was finally giving up. She is saved by none other than Alpha Fermion. The ruthless alpha who would do anything for her, even burn the whole world down for her. When she asks him for a rejection and he refused, what would Eliana take of this when it was her first mate who had murdered her own parents and rejected her just because she had no wolf in her… How exactly would this turn out?

BIJAK DALAM MEMILIH BACAAN (21+) “Mas Devan ngapain di sini?” Ekspresi Aisha tidak bisa disembunyikan lagi ketika dia terkejut melihat Devan masuk ke dalam kamarnya. Sementara kamarnya Devan—sang majikan ada di lantai dua. Tapi pria itu tanpa banyak kata malah naik ke atas ranjangnya Aisha. “Jangan jual mahal, Aisha. Kamu pernah tidur denganku. Kita sudah pernah melakukannya beberapa kali.” Sialnya Aisha membeku mendengar perkataan dari Devan. Andai saja bukan karena butuh uang untuk biaya pengobatan Nita di rumah sakit. Dengan sikap abai dari sang ayah yang selalu mengabaikan mengenai kondisi Nita. Maka dia tidak perlu lakukan ini—tidur dengan Devan. Kehormatannya direnggut juga oleh majikannya sendiri demi uang. Ucapan Devan tadi sudah sangat merendahkan harga dirinya Aisha. Tapi harga diri? Aisha bahkan lupa sudah melayani pria itu beberapa kali sampai dia tidak ingat lagi apakah dia pantas untuk dapat suami baik-baik nantinya? Sedangkan Devan sudah jadi teman tidurnya. Akan tetapi yang lebih mengejutkan lagi dia rela menjual diri seperti itu karena sangat terpaksa. Sedangkan Nita tidak tahu kalau Aisha telah menjadi wanita bayarannya Devan.

“Either you make me forget, Lucas. Or I'll find someone who will." For a moment, he doesn't move, and I think he's going to push me away. But then, something shifts in his eyes and he closes the distance between us, his lips capturing mine in a heated kiss. Amelia's life takes a drastic turn when her boyfriend of two years, Ethan, who she discovers is also her mate, rejects her just days before his coronation—a coronation she meticulously helped organize. In an attempt to escape her painful reality, Amelia's best friend takes her out to celebrate her birthday. But fate intervenes when Amelia sees Ethan with another girl. Heartbroken and frustrated, she turns to liquor to numb her pain. In her intoxicated state, Amelia encounters Lucas, Ethan's cousin and the heir to the throne. They share a passionate night, and Lucas, both mysterious and cunning, proposes a contract marriage to make Ethan jealous and secure his position as Crown Prince. Amelia finds herself torn between two powerful men: her ex-boyfriend, whom she thought was her soulmate, and the Crown Prince, who challenges her in ways she never expected. As the contract marriage begins to feel more real, the tension escalates. Both Lucas and Amelia struggle with their deepening feelings, navigating a complex web of love, power, and betrayal.

Jake Storm always knew that he was different, he was faster, smarter, and good in a fight, he always saw things that others didn't think were real or ever existed. He felt like a freak of nature in his own family until his father sat him down and told him that he came from a long line of monster hunters. When a new family made their way into his home town and strange things begin to occur all fingers point to a set of siblings but things were not as they seemed and the monster lurking in the shadows did not seem so monstrous and those thought to be saints were the true predators lying in wait.

Aisha lost three years of her memories, thinking she is still that young girl striving for goodness. She didn't know she got married and had a son who's now taken by her brother as his son till she regains her memory. After two years without success, her parents decided to get her married to Zayn. He became a large part of her life and without him, she knew she'd wither but even after knowing that, she was willing to let him go for the sake of his own sanity. When she regained her memories and found out just how impure and dirty she is from her past life, she wanted to let him go. He didn't allow that, he clung onto her like a second skin. It's a journey filled with emotional roller coaster. It entails love, romance, hatred, heartbreak and sadness. It's always going to be Zayn in her life...

Elena Jones and I became orphans on the same day. Her parents are killed in a mass murder, and my father—the killer—is executed on the spot. For a month straight, Harborfield's most notorious playboy waits outside the courthouse, intent on keeping Elena. However, she throws his black card right back at him, like a headstrong heroine straight out of a movie. "The Mr. Carter I admire is refined and noble. How could he have a nephew like you? I'd rather starve than accept anything from a thug." He lets out a sharp, amused laugh and crooks a finger at me. "A death row convict's daughter and a thug make a fitting pair. I'll back you. Are you willing?" While clutching the ten-million-dollar IOU my father left behind, I nod without hesitation. Later, he orders me to get into his uncle Daniel Carter's bed. "With all that sin on your shoulders, you're an even better match for him. That way, Elena will finally give up on him for good."

The past Day 159 after the first New Species were freed Joy tried to relax in the chair but worry over her client made her fidget. She glanced at the clock, noting he was late again. Minutes ticked by while her anger grew. It was the fourth session in a row that 466 had blown off. He did it on purpose. She knew he was going to be irate over what she’d done in retaliation but he’d left her with no choice. The loud sound of a menacing growl startled her. Her gaze flew to the door a second before it was thrown open. 466 hovered in the hallway, his rich brown hair messed up as if he’d dried it upside down with a blow dryer to give it that fullness. Rage showed in his narrowed, dark gaze. She guessed he’d been the source of the noise. He was pushed forward as one of the guards entered the office behind her client. “Here he is. He wasn’t happy but we got him.” The man shot a dirty look at 466. “Four of his men convinced him to come along or we would have had to drag his inside in shackles. He wanted to fight me.” She winced. “Please sit, 466.” “It seems I don’t have a choice.” He sauntered over to the chair in front of her desk and dropped his big body down hard enough to make the piece of furniture groan. “So much for saying we are free.”

For her whole life, Lyra Suarez had been a good girl. That one girl who was too sweet, too nice, too helpful, too kind, too easy to manipulate, too easy to use, too easy to destroy. Being too pure and too caring sometimes has its bad side. And she knew that too well. At twenty-three, she was busy working her life away just to protect herself and keep her distance from her biological father, who never even claimed her.   With just one laced drink, her trust in her only aunt disappeared. Everybody seemed to see her as a beautiful ticket to a fortune. She was sold to a filthy old man.   While her poor soul cried for help, calling all the saints never seemed to work. And as her last prayer, in her most desperate state, she called for him... the Devil.   Because a deal with the Devil is always better than living in hell. And sometimes, the Devil is not the one to fear.

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.

My boyfriend said that art held no restrictions, so he used my provocative paintings to enter a competition. Amidst a row of classic ceramic figurines, I became famous. He shot to fame, landing in the top ten of trending searches, while I was humiliated by the entire internet and mocked as a “ceramic influencer.” When I confronted him, he looked at me with disappointment. “They don’t understand art, and neither do you? I thought you would support my work, but I didn’t expect you to stir trouble! You’re so immature!”