Sleep Pots Elden Ring

Yura Azalia Hazmi tak pernah bermimpi menikah dengan duda kaya dan ternyata mantan kekasih jaman kuliahnya. Sebagai wanita yang dianggap perawan tua, kerap membuatnya terus menerus dijodohkan, banyak laki-laki sudah dia tolak. Sampai akhirnya tidak ada kalimat yang harus dia bantah. "Apa? Duda? Papa mau jodohkan Yura dengan duda? Yura nggak mau!" penolakan Yura tidak berbuah manis, adanya sarkastis untuk kehidupan dia. Hinaan, sindiran demi sindiran sudah dia dapat dari kedua saudara perempuan yang sudah jauh menikah darinya. Bahkan adik Yura sudah menikah. "Umur kamu tahun ini 30 tahun, nggak malu sama teman sebaya kamu, adik kamu dan tetangga kita yang selalu bilang kamu itu nggak laku." Lagi-lagi itu menjadi masalahnya 'MALU' "Yura tetap nggak mau!" "Enggak ada penolakan! Besok calon suami kamu datang." Hidup ini tidak ada adil! Apa ada yang bertanya kemauan Yura? Apa yang Yura suka? Atau sebaliknya? Apakah Yura bisa menerima pernikahannya? Lalu siapakah laki-laki yang akan menjadi suami Yura kelak?

After working overtime at the company for an entire week, I finally finish the last project on my plate and rush home. Not wanting to wake my sleeping wife, Mia Lawson, I carefully push the door open as quietly as I can. But the house is nothing like the silence I expected. A man's unrestrained laughter cuts sharply through the air. "You're already pregnant and still this bold. Aren't you afraid your husband will catch you?" "Why would I be? He hasn't been home for almost a week. Besides, once I tell him I'm pregnant, he'll be over the moon. There's no way he'll notice anything." In an instant, my hands and feet turn ice-cold, and blood rushes to my head. I'm about to charge in and catch them in the act when my phone suddenly vibrates with a follow-up message from the hospital. "Mr. Brooks, thank you for choosing our hospital for your vasectomy. We wish you and your wife a lifetime of happiness." A lifetime of happiness? I stare at those words, let out a cold laugh, and regain my composure. Then I turn around and call my divorce lawyer.

Huang Lalin had to get into trouble again when she just set foot on campus. she and his third eye were a big problem, she couldn't control them alone. Many spirits began to approach her for help because they died in an unusual way. However, can Lalin and her two friends investigate this case by case. Would there be a bigger problem than spirits asking them for help?

"Sean, I've made up my mind, I'm going to marry you!" Janice Douglas played with her left hand's fingertips absentmindedly, her eyes locked on the swinging door of the nearby private room. On the other end of the call, the man let out a low chuckle, warm yet laced with a cool, worldly detachment. "Ms. Douglas, are you sure about this? Marrying into our families is a one-way street, no U-turns." "I'm sure!" Janice did not even pause before she shot back, her voice slicing through any second thoughts. "Fine, I'll be back in ten days. Pick me up at the airport, and we'll head straight to make it official."

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

When my father's business collapsed, he racked up an astronomical debt to the Andor family. And when they finally came knocking, he did what no loving parent should ever do—he collateralized me, his only daughter, handing me over to Cassian before vanishing off the face of the earth. For ten long years, I stayed by Cassian Andor's side. He treated me with a tenderness so indulgent it bordered on worship. There was nothing I asked for that he would not give; there was no whim of mine he would not entertain. Everyone in our world knew me as his princess. I grew up believing with certainty that once I came of age, he would sweep me into his arms, march me down the aisle, and make me his wife. But reality—cold, brutal, and as dazzlingly cruel as the world we lived in—had other plans. Instead of the ring I had dreamed of, Cassian gifted a breathtaking pink diamond—the very symbol of eternal devotion—to his assistant, Heidi Torres. As if that wasn't betrayal enough, he threw a lavish celebration in her honor, a veritable explosion of flowers. He knew I was deathly allergic to pollen. Yet he still left me stranded there, drowning in a sea of blossoms. Eventually, I collapsed in a violent asthma attack, gasping and clawing for air, teetering on the edge of consciousness. And Cassian? He merely tightened his hold around Heidi in his arms and cast me a cold glance. "Your allergies have been fine for ages," he said with a sneer. "Why the sudden drama today? Don't tell me you're faking it." At that moment, as I lay there humiliated and struggling to breathe, I realized there were exactly seven days left until my twentieth birthday since when I could register a marriage.

From a night of passion to finding out her fiance’s nephew is the man she slept with, everything becomes even more tangled when his nephew Xavier a top soccer player who wants her and would stop at nothing, even if it meant revealing their secret but things exceed even father than that, big secrets that could ruin her or him.

It has been 30 years since the Fated Plague has decimated werewolf packs all over the world and fated mates is a thing of fairy tales. For Diamond "Daya" and her 4 sisters, they lost everything- their parents, their pack, and their birthright. Years later, Daya returns to her original territory to claim back what is rightfully hers. What she wasn't expecting was to meet her fated mate- the first time anyone has had a fated mate in over 20 years- Alpha Darius. Will Daya stick to her plan, fulfill her lifelong mission, and reject a mate she never wanted? Find out in Fearing Fate!

This book is authored by Kit Bryan. I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother.

I have always come second to my step sister, she always got everything she wanted while I was ignored.. But at least I had him, or so I thought, until I realized that he was also not mine as if my life couldn't get any worse I ran into what could possibly be my doom or happy ending.