Secrets About Lost

บางคนตามหาสิ่งที่หายไปเพื่อให้ได้กลับมาครอบครอง บางคนได้ครอบครองสิ่งที่ล้ำค่าแต่กลับทำมันหายไป...

She was back. She is innocent and beautiful. She was intimidated. He was ambitious. He is kind and handsome. He falls in love. In the sultry haze of passion’s fire, Two hearts collided, desire unbridled. Their love, a clandestine affair, Igniting flames that danced and swirled. Amidst tangled sheets and whispered vows, they wove a tale of stolen moments, Each touch a confession, each kiss a plea, To drown in the depths of their shared ecstasy. The moon bore witness to their stolen nights, As they traced constellations on bare skin, Their secrets etched in sweat and sighs, A love forbidden, yet impossible to rescind. But dawn arrived, cruel and unyielding, tearing them apart like fragile petals. Promises whispered, promises broken, Their hearts left bleeding, forever unsettled. And so, they became ghosts of passion, haunted by memories of that steamy affair, Their love a bittersweet ache, a silent confession, In the quiet hours when the world ceased to care. For love, once ignited, never truly dies, It lingers in the shadows, a smoldering flame, A testament to the heat of their stolen nights, A tale of love after a steamy affair, untamed.

On the day Tristan Spallone, the head of a mafia family, and I mark our fifth wedding anniversary, the manager of the Spallone family vault calls. Something that was stored away for a long time has finally come due, and Tristan is to retrieve it. He's so busy that he barely has a moment to breathe, so I go in his place. What I bring back is an old roll of film. I tell myself it must hold records of secret operations from his youth, or evidence of some unspeakable mafia secret. But when I have them developed, frame after frame is filled with Winnie Leigh, his first love. Her smile looks so sweet in those pictures that they nearly suffocate me. What about me, one may ask? I never once appeared on his albums. The office door slams open. Tristan bursts in, already out of breath. "Anna, have you been snooping through my things?" I turn toward him, the man who's usually so composed. I neither question him nor break down. Instead, I speak slowly. "We're getting a divorce." Tristan frowns and thrusts the stack of photos into the shredder. He then looks back at me. "They're gone. Do you still want a divorce?" A bitter smile tugs at my lips. "Yes."

Emilie "Emmie" Davis. A sweet girl from a sweet family. A straight-A student (much to her parents' satisfaction). Cheerleader - both literally and emotionally. A sincere young lady with the best manners, and even a better heart. ☆ Ramsay Jones. The bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks. The son of the leader of one of the two gangs on the Southside: the Vipers. A boy with countless layers and secrets and a stone-cold exterior. ☆ Watch as they fall in love in this opposites-attract, forbidden romance story, where home violence and eating disorders are mixed with sexual attraction, dominance, and everything else you might encounter in your daily life.

Sean tidak pernah tahu jika dirinya adalah putri Kerajaan Spanyol yang melarikan diri setelah kerajaan diserang dan dikuasai oleh musuh. Beberapa kali sang bibi—yang sebenarnya pelayan mendiang Ratu Spanyol —membawanya melarikan diri, tapi Sean tidak tahu alasannya. Hingga suatu hari Sean yang bekerja sebagai pengawal Ratu Amerika tiba-tiba dikirim ke Inggris—yang berada di tengah perselisihan dengan Amerika—untuk menjadi mata-mata. Pertemuan Sean dengan putra mahkota Inggris yang juga tengah menyamar dan menyembunyikan identitasnya perlahan menumbuhkan perasaan suka di hati keduanya. Saat identitas mereka sama-sama terbongkar, tembok besar telah menjadi penghalang untuk perasaan mereka. Namun, identitas Sean sebagai Putri Spanyol mulai terbongkar dan kejuatan lain datang saat pangeran bungsu dari Amerika menginginkan Sean sebagai istrinya sebagai imbalan atas bantuan yang akan diberikan pada Sean dan kakaknya agar bisa merebut kembali Kerajaan Spanyol.

Her name is Bunny Wild, at least that is what she is called in her videos. Alexis, as she is known to her close friends, is one of the main females within the p*rn company. She's no stranger to getting paid for having her acts filmed, however, when a high profile billionaire calls her boss and offers forty thousand to have Alexis for an hour and he film it himself, Alexis, is shocked, as it steps away from her usual work, no one requests the actors. This changes what she does, from prostitution, but her boss insists she goes to the man's place and follows his orders as she would at a regular shoot. Eros Pierce, the billionaire, has watched Alexis at work many times and has one fantasy that he believes she and only she can accomplish. Only he finds out her boss wasn't even giving Alexis 10% of what he was paying, and tries to cut out the middle man.

She was cheated, she walk into that room and saw her boyfriend sleeping with her best friend. She felt betrayed by her best friend, and boyfriend or I must say"fiancé. They are planning on getting married on that year. But that incident happen that changes her life. He was accused to the things that he didn't do. He wake up in that room, in the voice of his brother. And beside him was his fiance's best friend and his brother girlfriend. He was so drunk that night that he didn't know what happen. He was kicked and punched by his brother because they thought he sleep with his brother's girlfriend and his fiance's best friend. And that incident changes his life. He lost his bride, He hired people to find her, but nothing . He always end up nothing. After 3 years he saw her again, new name and new identity. She doesn't remember him or anything in the past. Is it a good thing that he found her without any memories or a bad thing cause she cannot remember him. Is it true that even brain cannot remember, but heart does?

Blurb The downpour washed the dark alleys of Ole Keating Village like Jupiter is wrathful towards the small town. Every time the lightning slashes the skies sending frightening thunders everywhere, the little boy’s strides become faster. “You’ve got nowhere to run, boy.” He harshly covered his ears just to get away from the taunting voice. The heavy rain somehow managed to wipe the blood from his body yet the pain unrelenting to grow. He fell on his knees resulting in another painful and ugly scratch to bleed. He looks like a beaten rag. He hasn’t eaten for days and the fearsome encounter he just escapes didn’t guarantee his safety. Even limping, he tried to get on his feet just to stumble and fall on the cold, hard ground again. A loud sound of the honking car filled his ears as the blinding light approaches closer. Surrendering, he lied flat on the ground wishing the pain finally ends. Sounds of boots slapping the water from the road come into his senses but he’s too weak to care. Someone’s checking on him but all that he can think of right now is the girl she left alone in the old warehouse. “S-save her…” he mumbled, tasting blood in his mouth, “Please save her.” The darkness pulled him and he finally gave in.

Under the Moon Goddess, I was once the happiest Luna of the Black Pack. Alpha Mike cherished me, cradled me in his palms, and bestowed upon me a name and glory. But on that day— I lay on the operating table as he slit open my abdomen himself, offering my liver to his white moonlight, Lina. My husband held Lina’s hand, whispering tenderly in her ear: "Don’t be afraid. Anna’s life is worthless—yours is the one that matters." As the anesthesia wore off, agony seared through me. The doctor gasped: "She’s in her differentiation phase! Forcing the surgery will cripple her for life!" Yet Mike didn’t even glance back, leaving with Lina in his arms: "Just an Omega. Saving you is her privilege." Later, I knelt before the witch Jery, trading all my memories for freedom. When Mike stormed into the shop, roaring at my amnesiac, bubble-blowing self— I shrank into the witch’s arms, trembling: "Sister… who is this madman?" His eyes burned crimson as he tore our contract to shreds.

The day after I returned to my home country, my old classmates ambushed me with an invitation to a reunion. In the hotel, I ran into my ex, Shawn Quinn, whom I hadn't seen in five years. The room froze when he pulled out a ring and proposed. Gasps rippled through the crowd. They all expected me to jump at the chance, given how hard I had chased him back in the day. They forgot the gut-punch of our graduation day. Shawn had sided with another woman, letting her paint me as a plagiarist, a cheater, a bully. The school authorities revoked my diploma and kicked me out of the ceremony. Humiliated, I fled abroad, leaving behind a shattered heart. Now, his best friend told me, "Shawn pulled strings to get your diploma back despite your past mistakes. He never forgot about you. He has been waiting for you all these years. You're his only love."