Sky Emperor

My name is Carmela Romano. My wedding to Enzo Moretti, the mafia boss, comes with a price tag of hundreds of millions. The extravagant affair leaves the world utterly astonished. Enzo declares his love with a sky full of fireworks and fills the venue with a million roses. The ten-carat ring on my finger gleams brilliantly, outshining everything around me. Everyone envies our love story. But one day, everything falls apart. After a brutal attack by a rival gang, I suffer a miscarriage. To my disbelief, Enzo is absent, preoccupied with a parent-teacher meeting for Luca Vitale—the son of his childhood sweetheart. After 66 unanswered calls, Enzo finally texts me. "I'm at Luca's parent-teacher meeting. Stop calling me!" "Luca grew up without a father. I'm only helping him this once. There's no reason to make a scene!" Blood seeps out beneath me, and the agony in my stomach is unbearable. I can only sink deeper into despair. The child I've waited for all these years is gone. The snow falls heavier with every passing moment. I close my eyes, yearning to escape this world with my baby. But miraculously, a patrolling officer discovers me, barely clinging to life. When I wake in the hospital, one thought burns in my mind. "I want a divorce. Enzo, I'm done with you."

I return to my hometown after becoming the wealthiest person in the world. I stand beside a luxury car I bought for my father and call him—I want him to be surprised when he picks me up. However, this backfires on me. I joke with him and tell him my company has gone bankrupt. My debtors are coming after me, so I'm home to flee from them. I end up standing under the sweltering sun until the sky goes dark and it starts to pour—my father never shows up to see his gift. I brave the rain as I head home. Before I even enter the house, I can sense my sister-in-law's panic. "Listen to me—don't tell that jinx that Dad has just won a million dollars!" My mother says, "I knew having a daughter was a bad decision. It's bad enough that she doesn't have money for us—why is she coming home when she's in trouble? She should just die out there!" My father sneers. "Well, we can sell her off to that cripple in the village. Maybe she'll fetch a good price!"

Eden thought she had finally found love. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Orphaned and alone, Jace was the only man she had as a family in the whole world, but he despised her with every breath in him. She was nothing but a burden to him. Jace was set to marry the love of his life, Sky, who claimed she was pregnant for him, as he handed his pregnant wife, Eden, divorce papers. In the process of his maltreatment, Eden lost her pregnancy. Not that her husband gave a damn about it. Devastated, Eden decided to pick up the pieces of her life with the help of Jace's best friend, Kyrell, who stood by her through her heartbreak. Kyrell, who had always been in love with Eden, decided to make a move on her now that she was officially single, damning every consequence that comes with loving his best friend's ex-wife. What happens when Eden finally begins to fall for her ex-husband's best friend, Kyrell, just at the same time her ex-husband comes running back to her for forgiveness? Kyrell was ready to burn the world to finally be with the woman he loved more than life. But that would be over Jace's dead body. And one thing is certain... Kyrell and Jace can’t both have her.

“FRIEND? CAN WE JUST LEAVE IT OPEN FOR NOW?” The nightmare rather than a reality Sky wakes up into upon realizing that he’s in the clutches of the hunk and handsome stranger, Worst he ended up having a one-night stand with him. Running in the series of unfortunate event he calls it all in the span of days of his supposed to be grand vacation. His played destiny only got him deep in a nightmare upon knowing that the president of the student body, head hazer and the previous Sun of the Prestigious University of Royal Knights is none other than the brand perfect Prince and top student in his year, Clay. Entwining his life in the most twisted way as Clay’s aggressiveness, yet not always push him in the boundary of questioning his sexual orientation. It only got worse when the news came crushing his way for the fiancée his mother insisted for is someone that he even didn’t eve dream of having. To his greatest challenge that is not his studies nor his terror teachers but the University's hottest lead. Can he stay on track if there is more than a senior and junior relationship that they both had? What if their senior and junior love-hate relationship will be more than just a mere coincidence? Can they keep the secret that their families had them together for a marriage, whether they like it or not, setting aside their same gender? Can this be a typical love story?

"I bought you, Aurora… and now, you’re mine. Be my private dancer… dance only for me." For Aurora Brooks, love is a fake currency that doesn’t buy bread. Love didn’t save her Momy from her Daddy’s violent grip, and it didn’t pay off the gambling debts chasing them. The only way to survive is money—and money is found in one place: on the stage of Roth’s Night Club, where she sells her dance to the rich to buy her family’s safety. But one night in Alexander Roth’s private suite changed everything. Alexander isn’t just a billionaire; he’s the port’s emperor, a cold widower with power that makes men tremble and women kneel. He offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse: "I will be your protection… in exchange for becoming my private possession." Aurora thought she had escaped her Daddy’s hell, only to find herself in a golden prison ruled by a man who refuses to touch her but watches her every breath with deadly jealousy. A man who worships the memory of his late wife yet hunts Aurora with looks that burn her skin. But the real shock wasn’t in his darkness… it was in his identity. When Aurora discovers that the “beast” sleeping in the next room—the man she signed her ownership contract to—is the same man who is her sister’s fiancé’s Daddy. He is the fever who will stand at her sister’s wedding to bless the family… while secretly forcing her to be his private dancer behind closed doors. Now, Aurora is trapped in a forbidden game. If she runs, she destroys her sister’s future. If she stays, she loses her soul to a forbidden man.

The story you are about to read is inspired by a true story and refers to a time span of three years. During this time, various events take place. Love. Intrigue. Folly. Trips. Hopes. Vicissitudes. A love triangle will put a girl disputed between two important but profoundly different men at the center of attention. A princess. A commander. A sailor. A ship. Between one port to another, from one route to another, in an endless journey between sea and land , in different geographic locations around the world will happen à the unthinkable - in which the main protagonists of the story - it will help in moments of difficulty - but at the same time they will hate each other - struggling to re - establish their bonds and their role. At the seaside, life is different. You don't live by the hour but by the moment. We live by the currents, we adjust to the tides and follow the course of the sun. Cit. (Sandy Gingras) I want the sea to touch me, make me breathe the world and its whys, give me an eternal instant, which I will carry with me as an indelible memory. The sea is the mystery in which I immerse myself to rediscover my life. The sea. Cit. (Stephen Littleword) You can't be unhappy when you have this: the smell of the sea, the sand under your fingers, the air, the wind. Cit. (Irène Némirovsky) When love is true and sincere, it climbs over the mountains, the vastness of the sky and the sea. No human experience is greater than its strength. Cit.(Romano Battaglia)

The night before my due date, a pack of rogues kidnapped my Alpha mate, Louis Ross. To save him, I traded myself. The rogues swarm with excitement when they had me, tearing off my clothes and growling filthy words into my ears. Ripping open my belly, they tore my pup to pieces. I reach out to Louis through our mind-link, only for him not to answer. … When it was over, he held me in his arms, crying as he vowed to slaughter every last rogue for what they had done to me and our pup. I heard his Betta chatting with him before I lost consciousness. "Mr. Ross, you looked so impressive. I would have been fooled if I hadn't known it was all an act. Don't you think you're going too far by letting a pack of rogues violate your Luna just so you could marry Ms. Amanda? She was carrying your pup..." "Only Amanda will be my Luna. I had to ruin Jody's reputation to justify stripping her of that title. The pup? I never intended to let it be born." My wolf let out a cry so raw it felt like the sky shattered. The mate whom I loved and protected with everything? He loved my stepsister, Amanda Singleton. Even our pup was nothing more than a sacrifice for her.

Sequel 'Ganteng-ganteng Anak Pembantu." Setelah kematian sang ibu dan ayahnya menikah lagi, kehidupan Awan berubah total dari yang dulunya seorang 'pangeran' berubah menjadi anak yang malang. Setiap harinya, Awan diperlakukan bak pembantu oleh ibu tirinya. Di sekolah, Awan dirundung karena memiliki latar belakang keluarga yang berantakan. Itu karena seseorang dengan sengaja menyebar fitnah tentang dirinya dengan mengatakan kalau Awan adalah seorang anak haram. Karena ayah Awan saat ini, bukanlah ayah kandungnya. Ibu Awan sudah hamil dirinya saat menikah dengan Cipta Mahendra. Tidak berhenti sampai di situ, ibu tiri Awan mengusir Awan dari rumahnya demi bisa mendapatkan rumah peninggalan ibu Awan untuk dirinya. Kehidupan Awan berubah, ketika seorang wanita dari IT terbesar dunia, Sky Light datang dalam kehidupannya dan memberinya tawaran yang tidak mungkin bisa ditolaknya. Sejak itu, kehidupan Awan berubah total. Perlahan, semua kemalangan Awan berubah menjadi keberuntungan. Namun, kehidupan tidak berhenti sampai di sini. Karena ia harus mencari keberadaan ayah kandungnya yang tidak pernah ia ketahui. Perjalanan Awan selanjutnya penuh dengan misteri dan ia mengemban takdir 'gelap' yang penuh dengan misteri.

The champagne was flat, much like the expression on Julian’s face. "It’s not that I don’t love you, Elara," he said, adjusting his $5,000 suit jacket. "It’s just that you’ve become... predictable. I need a woman who challenges the world, not someone who waits for me to come home and tell her what color the sky is." Elara felt the sting of the words more than the cold wind on the balcony. For six years, she had been Julian’s shadow. She had curated his life, managed his moods, and dimmed her own light so he could shine brighter. And now, on the night of his company’s gala, he was discarding her like an outdated software update. "Predictable?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Go home, Elara. I’ve already had your things moved to the guest house. We can talk about a settlement in the morning." She didn't wait for the morning. She didn't wait for the "settlement." She walked out into the rain, her silk dress clinging to her skin like a second, cold layer of grief. It wasn't until three days later, sitting in a dingy motel with nothing but a suitcase and a bruised soul, that the notification popped up on her phone. ARE YOU READY TO LIVE FOR YOURSELF? ENTER THE SURVIVAL GAME. WIN YOUR FREEDOM. Elara stared at the golden icon on the screen. It felt like a trap. Or maybe, it was the only way out.

My father, a lone werewolf, had come all the way from the Obsidian Pack while battling an illness, to attend my union ceremony with Dean Willows, Alpha of the Moonstone pack and CEO of Willows Industries. It was my father's last wish to see me get married before he died. He was elated that his dreams were finally coming alive. Unknown to him, I had arranged a fake marriage with Alpha Dean. I had knelt outside the Willows mansion for many hours with my father's medical records in hand, begging him profusely before he finally agreed to play along in this wedding charade. But when the full moon rose high in the sky, Dean abandoned me, leaving me to face the pack's judgment alone. My father's heart gave out the moment he saw me standing there, all alone without my so-called mate. While taking his final breath at the hospital, he whispered to me in warning: "Arianna , beware of the Moonstone Pack..." and gave up the ghost. My heart was heavy with grief. I then saw Dean's childhood sweetheart, Vivien Cross, post on social media: "Only the unloved one is the third wheel." That was the last straw. I sent Dean a breakup message, severing our union. He responded by bringing the she-wolf, Vivien to our apartment, flaunting his new alliance.