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Lana Monroe has it all. A social life? Maybe she’s still struggling with that. A nice and comfortable apartment in Brooklyn. Two very 'not sane’ bestfriends, more like a pain in her ass but she can live with that. A good paying job with a boss she gets along with. Most of all, Lana has her ego. Everything comes crashing down the day he shows up. Aaron Carlsen. (Okay, maybe not everything but still) Eugene decides to retire thus making Aaron the new CEO of the company. Aaron who is Lana’s enemy. Lana finds herself in a dangerous loop when all she can think about is Aaron and his stupidly gorgeous face. Lana is not only fucked, she’s extremely fucked. Aaron wants Lana by all means even if it means doing the unthinkable.

Midnight Vosse just found out she's a wolf... but not really, she's just a half-wolf. And no one will let her forget it. No one fails to remind her that she's a joke to the rest of the wolves and that she's a weirdo with no social skills who can't stop counting or thinking about numbers. Grayson Baylor is an alpha wolf... but not really, he's just a recessive alpha wolf. That means he's not really an alpha, he's just a joke. A disgrace to the rest of the wolves. A weird kid who can't sit still and doesn't understand that no one can stand him. Midnight and Grayson are fated mates... but not really, because Midnight is a half-wolf and Grayson is a recessive alpha, so their bond is inconsistent and they just CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT!

Steph finds love, but it’s too good to be true. Having the previous heartache, she is too afraid to move on. But will George wait for her? Steph finds out about her father’s secret identity so is her boyfriend. Her father dies in a mysterious accident. She finds out about her being trained to be an assassin when her memories come back. Due to grief, she turns into a different person full of vengeance, not afraid of death. She wipes everything that stands in her way of revenge. Will her relationship with George work or fail due to her bloodthirsty personality?

Adrian Axton terlahir di keluarga mafia dalam jajaran 13 Demon Heads. Sebuah kerajaan mafia terbesar di seluruh dunia, berisikan orang-orang buangan Pemerintah dan mereka kini berkumpul untuk menuntut balas atas ketidakadilan yang mereka terima di sisa hidup. Dalam menjalani kehidupannya, Axton yang kehilangan sosok Ibu serta cinta kasih dari ayah dan kakeknya, membuatnya hilang arah. Hidup sebatang kara dengan warisan harta yang berlimpah malah menjadikan hidupnya berantakan. Axton melampiaskan kesedihannya dengan membunuh siapapun yang merusak kesenangannya. Hingga Axton bertemu sang Bibi, Delwyn. Namun, Delwyn malah memperparah perilaku menyimpang Axton dengan menjadikannya seorang playboy dengan maksud mendapatkan kebahagiaan dengan para wanita di sekelilingnya, tapi ternyata itu hanya sementara. Ia menjadi lelaki angkuh, penuh percaya diri, psikopat dan memiliki slogan "Ketampanan Nomor Satu!" Hingga suatu ketika, Axton bertemu dengan Dewa Kematian yang menginginkan nyawanya, tapi Axton malah mengajak kesepakatan dengannya. Dari kesepakatan itu, Axton mendapatkan julukan sang Casanova dari orang-orang yang mengenalnya. Apa isi kesepakatan itu hingga Axton disebut Casanova? Apakah kematian tetap merenggut nyawanya meski Axton sudah melakukan perjanjian? *** Cerita ini hanya fiktif belaka. Latar belakang mulai tahun 90-an menuju tahun 2000-an. Ditujukan hanya kepada pembaca bermental baja. Baper berlebih jika pingsan atau jantungan bukan salah author karena sudah diperingatkan. Selamat membaca, Lele padamu

It's our third wedding anniversary. On this day, Zoey Hayes, who has had a crush on my husband for three years, flaunts their love on her social media.

There's about half a month to our wedding when Daniel Bradshaw and I get into a horrible fight. The reason? He wants to have a child with his mentor's daughter. "We're only going to do IVF—it's not like we're doing anything else! My mentor is gravely ill now, and his only wish is to see Phoebe have someone she can rely on!" Daniel sounds indifferent, but my blood runs cold. "It's half a month to our wedding, yet you're going to have a child with another woman. Don't you find that ridiculous?" I watch as he storms off and slams the door shut behind him. Then, I update my social media. "I'm getting married in half a month, but I need a new groom. Is anyone up for it?"

To help my surgeon husband with his erectile dysfunction, I made an appointment with an expert six months in advance. But as the day approached, Isiah Coleman canceled it without explanation. Just as I was about to call him to demand answers, I spotted a post from his female friend on her social media. My usually stoic husband was beaming as he wrapped his arms around her. The caption read: [Only I can cure your illness.] What struck me, though, was the telltale bulge in his pants in the photo—a reaction I'd never seen from him with me. With a cold laugh, I liked the post and left a comment: [What a miracle worker!] The post exploded, with everyone speculating whether I'd confront the mistress. But what awaited him after the holiday was our freshly printed divorce certificate.

The day my mother brought her childhood sweetheart back to the villa, my father—who had already quit smoking—stood on the balcony and smoked through the entire night. Back then, his colleagues at the research institute all envied him for having a wife who was a CEO. They said he should have stayed home and enjoyed life—why work so hard outside when all he needed to do was keep a firm grip on the household finances? But my father never agreed. "Those things are all external," he would say. "As long as the feelings are still there, we'll be fine whether we're rich or poor. And if one day she no longer loves me, I'll leave with nothing and walk away alone." He never expected his words to become prophecy. My mother truly did stop loving him. Later, when she appeared before the media, arm in arm with that man, my father didn't look back. He boarded a flight overseas and disappeared from our lives. And as I stared at the photo in my social feed—my fiancée's hand entwined with someone else's—I knew it was time for me to leave too, just like my father had.

Lola Ezperanza, known as Ms. ER, grew up alongside a determined man with clear ambitions for territorial expansion. Despite their shared history, Ms. ER understands that love and marriage are secondary to his goals. She bluntly tells Kara that her worth is tied to his ambitions, and if she doesn't fit into his plans, she will be discarded. Ms. ER stresses that even pregnancy won't shield Kara from his ruthless decisions, underscoring the harsh reality of their social hierarchy. As Ms. ER's words strike Kara deeply, she realizes that her hopes of keeping the child and staying with Marlo are in vain. Ms. ER's calculated emotional attack is designed to make Kara relinquish any illusions about a future with Marlo, demonstrating that sometimes emotional cruelty is more effective than physical harm.

All along, I've been following a social media account that's dedicated to a couple sharing about their romance. It doesn't have a lot of followers, but the posts are all very heartwarming. The owner of the account records all the little details about his relationship with his girlfriend. They get into arguments over a plate of pasta before breaking into laughter and calling each other an overgrown child. They climb up the hill to hold each other under the sky full of stars, wishing they could make time pause at that very moment. Even though the owner of the account never reveals his face, I am always moved by the words he writes. The day before my wedding, the owner uploads a new post. "This marks the end of our ten-year relationship. From now on, she'll be his wife, and I'll only be his friend. There won't be any more updates to this account. I wish nothing but the best for my best friend and the woman he loves the most." The picture uploaded with this caption is one of my fiancee and me, taken from behind.