Novel & Cerita Shinji In Chair

Some stories begin with love. Lyra’s begins with a fall. Once, she was the heart of the Sterling Estate—an orphan girl cherished by three powerful Alphas who swore to protect her. Lyra believed in them with everything she had. Trusted them. Loved them. Until the day they chained her to a chair… called her a murderer… and destroyed her with their own hands. Betrayed by her family. Framed by a serpent in silk. Cast out and broken, Lyra was hunted to the edge of the world—where Genevieve finally revealed the truth behind every lie, every tear, every stolen glance. Then she pushed Lyra off the cliffs to die. But Lyra didn’t beg for mercy. She prayed for revenge. And the Gre

After hearing that my brother, Ronan, had bought his mate, Iris, a 200-grand designer bag, my coworker Lilith insisted on coming back to my hometown to attend the marking ceremony. In my previous life, I didn't think much of it and agreed to take her with me. The day after the ceremony, Lilith was found completely naked in Ronan's bed. She screamed that Ronan had assaulted her. Iris, who was pregnant, was so devastated that she miscarried and dissolved their mate bond. Unable to clear his name, Ronan fell into despair and eventually died. My nephew lost his family before he was able to be born. Yet Lilith used that so-called accident to force my parents into accepting her as part of th

On the run from her adoptive father for five years after being sold to the Russian mafia, Lianna took refuge in the states. She thought New York City was a safe place for her, that it was her ticket out of the mafia world. Little did she know that it’s swarming with people much vile than the place escaped from. This city will pull her deeper into the underworld. ~~ "I'm not her." He stood up from his chair abruptly that it fell behind. It took him three strokes until he was holding my neck, lifting me, and pinning me on the wall as he choked me. He breathes the smoke in my face but I was losing air in my lungs to inhale it. "I've searched for you and you're giving me this crap?" he his

My husband and my best friend had seemingly vanished during my grandfather-in-law's funeral. As I searched for them, I passed Shawn Whitaker's coffin and suddenly saw a live chat window flash into view: [Oh goodie, we're finally dealing with a male lead with a 200 IQ! He dragged Best Girl straight into the coffin before that bitch could find out!] [Aww, he's comforting Best Girl because she's scared of the dark! Aaaaahhhhh!] [That annoying extra is still outside looking for Vincent. She's so dumb, oh my god. I'm right here cheering for Best Boy to cheat with Best Girl because I swear that bitch exists just to get in their way!] Fury surged through me. I moved to flip the coffin lid open,

“Do you think… do you think Steve had anything to do with it?” Her voice was low. The silence that followed said more than words ever could. I didn't know when I moved across the room and got on my knees beside her. I stared into her eyes, “I don't know yet. But I promise you Melissa, I won't let anyone hurt you” I saw her gulp and shift in her chair but I meant every word of that promise. I don't know where the sudden urge to protect her from everything came from, but I wasn't pushing it away. I wanted to protect her, even if it's from her psychopathic husband. Melissa, married to the supposed love of her life, hopes to rekindle the spark between her and her husband

Mom always said I was dead to the world when I slept. I would suddenly doze off in the middle of class, while eating, even halfway across the street. My homeroom teacher suggested I get checked at a hospital, but Mom brushed it off with a scoff. "She just stayed up all night on her phone!" After that, my phone was confiscated, the lock on my door was removed, and every time I showed the slightest sign of drowsiness, I got slapped awake. I did not want to be hit, and I did not want Mom to get angry, so I started pinching my thighs, yanking my hair, even downing medicated oil just to stay awake. But when that wave of sleep hit, nothing could stop it. On the day of the final exam, Mom happe

Dad was terrified of being laughed at. Every holiday, he only ever said one thing. “Do not embarrass me.” The relatives were sitting around chatting when I accidentally knocked over a fruit platter on the table. He grabbed me right there and slapped me across the face. At dinner, I reached for a second helping of pot roast, and he kicked my chair out from under me. Later, when it was time to hand out gift cards, Uncle Ray miscounted and came up one short. Without a word, Dad shoved me out into the hallway in nothing but a thin shirt. The cold cut straight through me. I pounded on the door while I cried and apologized. He did not make a sound. He turned to Uncle Ray with an apologetic s

Tied to a chair, it scraped against the concrete as Victor struggled. "Damn it, lady, I’ll give you this—you’ve got balls that even some men lack." he smiled, blood dripping from his mouth. Celestina pulled back the slide, the metallic click echoing in the quiet room as a bullet locked into place, ready to fire. She Pressed the gun to his head, "Are those your last words?" she asked coldly. ....................... How do you find peace when you're married to chaos itself? You don't. You become chaos. What would you do if your husband who murdered you and slaughtered your family proposed marriage again, and didn't recognize you? For Aria D'Amore, the answer is simple: mar

~ SORA HELL MORGATHOR ~ Since my appointment to the throne, my cousin on paper has fully embraced the role of archnemesis, dedicating every breath to my downfall. He is a walking tantrum in a tailored suit, still crying about a crown that was never going to fit his head anyway. My life wasn’t perfect, but ever since I was adopted into the Hell Morgathor family, staying alive has become a full-time hobby, mostly because every move I make is now at the mercy of men who treat human lives like disposable currency. It’s nice to know I’ve brought the city together; apparently, having me in charge is the only thing everyone can agree is a terrible idea. My cousin on paper views me as th

Aria Anastasia was working under Zaiden Storm for two years. One day when she was given to work overtime, she got into the cabin of her boss only to find him sitting on a chair while two other men were taking a dead body. Zaiden had a gun in his hand and Aria learned that he was in the mafia. Zaiden threatened her to keep it a secret, which she found hard since she never hid anything from her mother or her best friend. She tried to keep the secret of her boss, and later starts to know Zaiden personally, learning more of his secrets, including his donation to the orphanage, old-aged homes, and hospitals built where free treatments were provided. He was a nice person under the facade of his co