Solar Dragons Need Love Too

As the third-generation heir of the Oakenfeld Medical Group, 33-year-old Frost bears the weight of being the Chosen Son. However, having witnessed the cruelty and hypocrisy embedded in family feuds, he finds himself profoundly exhausted by family love and anything that stirs his emotions and prompts love. A solitary panther, he discovers solace and fulfillment in one place alone: the operating table. On the other hand, Bianca, a dedicated yoga instructor, grapples with severe allergies that can lead to fainting spells triggered by the scent of spring flowers or even someone else's cooking. Committed to a life of celibacy, her primary goal is to purchase a house. Bianca harbours a significant secret despite being labelled a "rich client harvester" by her peers due to her hard work in accumulating wealth. Their paths cross dramatically during a commercial shoot that takes a tragic turn, where Bianca sacrifices her life to save Frost. Despite this courageous act, animosity brews between them. Surprisingly, Frost, determined to express his gratitude, decides to buy an entire neighbourhood for Bianca. Rejecting his offer, Bianca is left stunned when she stumbles upon Frost's deepest secret. Unveiling a chilling revelation, the secrets of these two individuals converge toward a distant, mysterious, and sinister direction.

I've painstakingly prepared a nice feast for my son's fifth birthday. My wife, Cheryl Bennett, looks a little impatient. She complains, "You really love making things hard for yourself, huh? How are we supposed to finish everything with just the three of us?" I just smile at her. Then, I whip out a birthday cake and get my son, Jasper Ford, to make a birthday wish. After the candles are lit, I close my eyes as well and make a sincere wish in my mind. When I open my eyes again, I hear Cheryl's system exclaiming in surprise, "Congratulations, Cheryl! You've completed the quest! You and Jasper can now leave this world!" Yes, both Cheryl and Jasper have already made up their minds to abandon me so that they can return to their original world. That's great news. After all, I no longer want them by my side either.

3 years after getting married, I am still a virgin. "Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

My parents set me up on a marriage match—and it turned out to be my girlfriend, Chloe. I was hyped. I went straight to the luxury boutique where she worked, ready to tell her. Then I stopped outside the VIP room. "Chloe, if you're dumping him, just do it. Why fake cancer? You're putting bad juju on yourself." "What do you know? A dead ex sticks forever. Next week, I'm getting engaged to a Remington. Having an ex like me? That's his win." Inside, her friends hyped her up. Laughter all around. I just stood there, cold spreading through me. Three years. A joke to her. She was trading up—and still playing me one last time. I clenched my jaw and called my mom. "Mom, cancel the engagement... No rush. I'll handle it myself."

I was only 17, dreaming of building a life far away from my suffocating town, away from my dishonest family. My mother lived off scams, and I refused to be part of it. But just before I turned 18, my world fell apart. I was pregnant! And not just by anyone, but by the richest, cruelest man to ever set foot in my small town. The worst part? We had never even met. Now, I have to fight for something I never had: a chance to rewrite my own fate.

Kiara’s mother was an omega, and her father the alpha of their pack. After her mother’s death, Kiara moved in with her father and stepmother, who abused her for years. Kiara turned to alcohol and drugs until she eventually left without warning. She continued this lifestyle until she sought help, leading to a significant life-changing event.

My ex-husband has remarried. Before the wedding, his new wife sends me an invitation. I can't understand this. Why would she invite her husband's ex-wife to her wedding? Half a year later, my ex-husband and his new wife make it onto the trending topics. #HaveMilesGallagher'sStandardsDroppedAfterHisDivorce? #MilesGallagherMustBeFilledWithRegret

"You're never going to see my worth, are you?" Layla mumbled as tears streamed down her cheeks. "There's hardly any," her husband, Donald pouted mockingly and bursted into laughter, his mistress beside him joined in the jest. "Why not divorce me then?" She blurted. "Because you can't survive without me, you're a charity case, I'm taking pity on you by keeping you here,don't jeopardize that." "What if I can survive without you Donald?" "I'm sure you can't." He laughed. "Should we get a divorce and see then?" The words left Layla's mouth before she could hold it back. ** Layla thought she’d built a forever, despite being aware of her husband's infidelity, she had high hopes for their marriage... until the night of their anniversary, her husband came home late with his mistress and demanded that she slept in the guest room while him and his mistress stayed in their room. That was the moment her world broke, and she finally walked away, returning back to her family's home in London. But fate had other plans for her. Her brother’s best friend, Liam, once a boy she barely noticed, had grown into an insanely attractive young man that she couldn't ignore.

Semua mata langsung terkesima, saat sosoknya berada di sana. Dia begitu mempesona. Siapa yang tidak kenal dengan Lucas Norman? pria tertampan seantero jagat yang digila-gilai banyak wanita. Sedari kecil dia memang sudah terlahir menjadi idola. Sosoknya begitu memukau, kharismanya begitu menggoda. Dia tidak hanya tampan tapi juga cerdas dan berhati emas. Ribuan wanita berlomba-lomba ingin mendapatkan cintanya, sementara dia tetap cool, tidak mudah tergoda, seolah terselubung dalam balutan misteri yang berujung pada tanda tanya. Begitu banyak yang penasaran dengannya, Misteri apakah yang tersimpan dalam pesona Lucas Norman? Siapakah wanita yang kelak dapat menaklukkan hatinya? Mari ikuti kisahnya. Novel ini adalah novel pertama saya di goodnovel. No copas, no plagiat. Mari jujur dalam berkarya.

It has been 99 times that Henry and I have filed the application for divorce and then withdrawn it. Each time before finalizing the divorce, Henry always waits for me to humbly beg him to stay married. I turned down the offer to be the chief composer at a famous studio in Vienna because Henry didn't want a long-distance relationship. I deleted all my male friends because Henry didn't want me to be too friendly to them. I stopped wearing red lipstick, composing, and traveling alone, because he said married women should stay at home instead of being impulsive. Only after I finally manage to appease him will he allow me to withdraw the divorce application. After my 100th divorce application, as I was leaving, the deputy clerk asked me curiously: "So, when are you going to withdraw your application this time?" I looked at Henry's cold back in front of me, forced to smile with tears, and told myself in my heart— This time, there will be no withdrawal of the application. After the 30-day cooling-off period, we'll be officially divorced. But why did his love only find its voice when I had already walked away?