Sorry For Everything

Aiden is good at everything...except communicating with others. He distances himself from his classmates and focuses too much on his studies to have a social life. .Until, he’s paired up with boisterous Miles to share a room in an upcoming school trip.

Loving someone at the wrong time is a big mistake. However, persisting in a situation that is not possible, is also not the right choice. Dinda just wants to fight for her happiness, and punish all those who have sinned against her. Then go from that sad place to a faraway place. Meet a good man, and live happily. But to break all that, Dinda had to go through one battle first.

On the day of the Sacred Forest Rite, my Alpha father and Luna mother were mysteriously murdered. Soon after, my fiancé Jem abruptly broke off our engagement and held a bonding ceremony with his childhood friend, Sarah. While I was still drowning in grief, Jem's elder brother, Nom, came to me with a proposal. He swore he would uncover the truth and bring my parents' murderer to justice. So I married him—and brought what was left of my pack into his. Seven years passed. No killer was found. No justice delivered. Then today, I overheard a conversation between Nom and his Beta outside the study. I learned the truth. Someone had seen Sarah at the scene of my parents' deaths during the Sacred Forest Rite. However, Nom silenced that witness. He shut down the investigation, convinced Sarah was innocent—that her presence was nothing more than a coincidence. However, my mother died with Sarah's earring clenched in her hand. It was never justice. It was a cover-up. Seven years of marriage, built on a lie—his way of protecting the one truly responsible. This time, I will take vengeance into my own hands. Alone.

I was halfway through a sad cafeteria lunch when a livestream popped up: [Ring toss—whoever lands it gets the dog.] Onscreen, Alverton University's rich-boy squad cracked up, betting on who'd "own" me. Adrian Locke, the student council golden boy, flicked his ring. It landed dead center on my nameplate. "One month. Let's see which owner the little bitch wags her tail for." I closed the stream. Right then, a text from my dad lit up my phone: [Sweetheart, have you chosen your fiancé candidate?] I smirked, snapped a screenshot of the stream, and sent it. [Evaluation complete. All four disqualified.]

But as much as I loved him, there were cracks in our perfect marriage. Damien didn’t want children. He’d been clear about it from the start, even though I had always dreamed of being a mother. He’d smile that charming smile of his and say, “Pups will tie us down, my love. You’re so beautiful and vibrant and pregnancy would change that. I want you to stay just as you are.”

It was supposed to be fun. A night of drinking and fun. But Adrian hits a man on the road who ends up dying, Bianca wants to call for help but instead she is shot, which sent her tumbling down to the road below to her death, or so they think, now five friends have to keep what happened that night a secret. What they didn’t know was that Bianca survived, saved by the leader of the mafia, and she ends up getting married to his son. But soon her life in the mafia and her motivation for revenge ends up making her life harder as secrets are revealed, while more betrayal comes her way.

I am Alpha Liam’s fated mate. But at his Alpha ceremony, he publicly chose a low-ranking Omega to accompany him on his trials. His eyes were cold as he told me, “Chloe is a skilled negotiator. She can help me forge alliances with other packs. Even as my fated mate, you can’t compare.” What he didn’t know was that I was a trained negotiator, too. And just like that, everyone knew I had been rejected by my own fated mate. Four years later, Liam returned with a pregnant Chloe in tow. Seeing me in the manor, his gaze was strained and complex. “I can’t believe you waited for me for four years… but Chloe is already carrying my child.” “To make it up to you,” he said, “you can remain by my side and care for my heir.” But he had no idea that I had already married his uncle, the Alpha King, and become the Luna Queen, the most revered wolf in the world.

Does love conquer all? Even gender? Even society? Even life? What will happen when a bad boy fell in love? Marc and Gary, two hot-tempered guys. Marc the bad boy met Gary the mysterious transfer student. What happens when Marc got attracted to Gary who is straight and has past. What will a bad boy do to attract Gary's attention? Can they really be together? Or will Marc's obsession turn things to ugly situations that he will regret...

A video of my boyfriend proposing to his secretary makes it to the trending topics. Everyone squeals over how romantic and touching it is. His secretary even posts on social media, "I've waited so long for you to appear, and I'm glad I didn't give up. I'll leave my life in your hands, Mr. Emerson." One of the comments goes, "God, this is so sweet. A CEO and his secretary—I ship them!" I don't weep or cause a fuss. Instead, I close the webpage and ask my boyfriend for an explanation. That's when I hear him talking to his friends. "I didn't have a choice. She would've been forced to marry someone she doesn't love if I didn't help her." "What about Vicky? She's your actual girlfriend. Aren't you afraid of her getting mad?" "So what if she is? She's been with me for seven years—she can't live without me." Later, I have my wedding on the same day as his. Our cars drive past each other, and I exchange bouquets with his secretary. When he sees me, he breaks down.

On the day that was supposed to be my wedding—the bride wasn’t me. The ceremony I’d waited for five years for turned into a joke when Valentina, my sister, walked down the marble aisle in a white wedding dress. Her arm was linked with Luca’s — the man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the altar. “I’m sorry, Bianca,” she said softly. “But you are no longer the bride today.” Then she touched her stomach, eyes gleaming with triumph. “I’m pregnant with Don Romano’s child.” Her words detonated inside my skull, and the whole world went silent. As if afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she lifted something glossy up towards the light. A black-and-white ultrasound image. It read clearly: Gestational age — 12 weeks. My eyes burned, tears stinging as I turned to Luca, desperately searching for anything—a denial, an explanation, regret. Instead, he only sighed, weary and resigned. “Bianca, I’m sorry.” he said helplessly. “Valentina doesn’t have much time left. This wedding… it was her last wish.” “I’ll make it up to you,” he added. “We can have another wedding later.” My father, Moretti, stood behind him, wearing the same stern expression he’d worn my entire life. I have never seen him smile at me, not even once. “Bianca,” he said sharply, “Your sister is dying. Let her have this.” My brother nodded without saying a single word, as if that was enough to be a solid answer. All my life, they had chosen her—her tears, her whims, her needs—over mine. Today was no different. Something inside me quietly cracked. Fine. If no one in this family cares about me, I’ll leave.