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A mission was given to her, Can she do her mission? How to love her in her mission, Will she avoid or let her heart pound her heart on a 'mission'. – This is my first cross-genre and it's not a fantasy genre, because it's different from what I've written. It's not like you read to others writer, 'beautiful story', I'm not perfect. 'The manifestation of Truth is a mystery of Love, just as, conversely, the content of Love is a mystery of Truth.' Copyright 2016 © Xyrielle All Rights Reserved No Copy Stories No Plagiarism This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

Your wish is my command... Lots of people think that with these words, their life would change. Though, they're not entirely wrong. Just be cautious, for when the wrong wishes are granted, there is only one path left for you to take: Doom. Olivia Lilan Wind; the crown princess of the Kingdom of Air. As the sole heir to one of the most powerful elements and being mated to the next Lycan king, she's got a lot on her back. But what if she were to go to another dimension. Learn to coexist with the beings that live in that world. What if, she were to learn to love someone without being bound to mateship? Which path will she choose? For her Kingdom? Or for herself?--- Everyone thinks that it's normal to waste their childhood years, training... If it's what everyone does then it's normal but in the other world... In that world training their whole childhood and teenage years is what they call... NORMAL? One must always remember the prophecy of the four great war heroes that had saved the world of magic from being an inevitable barren world... 'The child to be born on the rarest light, carrying the symbol of the moon. Mated with the long-lost child of darkness and wielding an immense amount of magic affinity same as that of a goddess. Shall save this world once again from the barren fate that is lurking in the unknown future.'

Being a mother can be tough, but always remember in the eyes of your child, no one does it better than you. Even when her soul is tired, I will always find strength for her children. Motherhood is amazing. And then it is really hard. And then it is incredible. And then it is everything in between. So, hold onto the good, breathe through the bad, and welcome the wildest and most wonderful ride of our life. - A daughter's love is one of a father's true joys. The love of a daughter for her father is second to none. The mother was her role model before she even knew what that word was. The mother’s love has always been a sustaining force for our family, and one of the greatest joys is seeing her integrity, her compassion, her intelligence reflected in her children. - Fathers are the first friend you make and the last love of your life. A father's love is eternal and without end. The happiness of his, is their children. The highest honor the father could ever receive is being called father. — Copyright 2022 © Xyrielle All Rights Reserved No Copy Stories No Plagiarism Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

After my parents died in a car crash, my cousin stole the compensation money and moved overseas to start a business. My aunt begged me on her knees not to call the police. Then, she locked me in a dark basement for three months. I was close to breaking down and ending my life when Julien Lawson, the neighbor’s son, broke down the basement door and saved me. “Joyce, what they did is unforgivable! They stole the compensation money for your parents’ deaths. You were going to use it to open your own studio! “Marry me. I’ll protect you.” He was the only person who cared about me after my parents died. I was so grateful that I married him and had his child. I worked three jobs during the day to help support the orphanage that Julien ran. At night, I took care of our child and created design sketches. But no matter how hard I tried, none of my work was ever accepted. Even though Julien told me to keep at it, I felt discouraged and thought of giving up on my design career to focus on our family. One day, our child was sick. I went to take over the shift from Julien when I overheard him talking to my aunt on the stairs. “Julien, it’s been ten years. Joyce’s designs are getting better and better. She even passed the first round of the national competition. Are you really not going to tell her about the next round?” my aunt asked. Her voice trembled. Julien said coldly, “For years, I’ve been sending Joyce’s design sketches to Mindy to copy and enter in the competitions or publish as her own. “To help Mindy’s career, I can’t let Joyce move on to the next round. “Joyce has talent. If people notice her, she’ll be a threat to Mindy’s career!”

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.

One week before the wedding, I accidentally came across a copy of my girlfriend's abortion procedure report. She always insisted she was uninterested in being intimate, yet behind my back, she had secretly aborted another man's baby. Instead of questioning her, I quietly put the report back where I found it. For the next week, I went along with the wedding planning, picking out the outfits and rings. But on the day of the wedding, the bride, waiting endlessly for the groom who never came, lost her mind.

- I guess you are Kaya Caravigne? Kara raised her head and smiled... - Yes, that's me. She took the gloved hand offered to her by the young woman in front of her and when the latter took off her hat, the young woman almost fell over. She had in front of her a woman identical to her... Brown hair, blue eyes and white skin... - I am Princess Mirabelle and I have an offer for you... I am supposed to get married in three days with the Sultan of Castamar whom I don't like very much, unfortunately... You are my carbon copy so you will take my place in front of the hotel and be his wife for the next three months... Each month I will pay you a million on your account, after the three months... I will take over. Does that suit you? - Well, I... I'll... - You need the money Kaya and I don't want to marry this man... I think we can clearly do business...? 3 million... was not a sum she could let go and besides, she could realize her dream and have the life she wanted. As strange as this story sounded, she was going to accept... Agree to marry this Sultan... Much later, Kaya would discover that this Sultan was as beautiful as he was cold... - I don't know why you agreed to marry me but I assure you that you will regret it... But the young woman was going to prove to him that she was a worthy opponent and that she could be like him sometimes... - I already regret it Majesty... It's a pity that under this Appolon appearance is a black heart.

Sebuah takdir tentang pertemuan, luka dan penantian. Tak ada yang lebih mengetahui rahasia takdir melainkan Sang penulis takdir itu sendiri. Ini kisah mengenai persimpangan takdir antara 3 anak manusia. Lintang Kiani Ardiyanti, seorang copy writing yang memiliki trauma masa lalu tentang cinta. Sesuatu yang membuat dia percaya bahwa cinta tidak pernah tercipta untuk dirinya. Dari dikhianati oleh pasangan di saat sebuah janji ikatan hampir tersemat, hingga takdir yang sempat mempertemukannya dengan orang yang dirasa tepat, tetapi justru takdir itu sendiri yang merenggut dari sisinya. Ghazi Al-Aqsa, seorang santri yang sedang dalam masa akhir pengabdian, diutus oleh pihak pesantren untuk syi'ar selama setahun penuh di daerah lereng gunung pulau jawa bagian timur. Pria berdarah bugis-jawa dengan tubuh proporsional dan wajah yang sulit untuk tak mengundang perhatian. Perjalanan dakwah ternyata tak semudah yang dibayangkan, banyak hambatan yang harus dia lalui. Mulai dari sikap para warga yang masih saklek dengan adat yang ada, hingga hatinya sendiri yang sulit mengendalikan rasa. Zubair Akhtar Al-Barraq, sebenarnya masih memiliki silsilah dari keluarga yang sama dari garis kakek dari Ayah Lintang. Perpisahan adalah sisi lain dari pertemuan, jarak dan waktu membuat hubungan keduanya semakin berbeda. Akhtar terlihat semakin dingin dan kaku sejak berada di pesantren. Seolah Lintang adalah orang yang begitu asing baginya, tetapi Adib sang kakak beserta ibunya, tidak beranggapan begitu. Akhtar adalah sosok yang hangat dan penuh perhatian. Ada apa dengan kakaknya? Mengapa dia beranggapan begitu? Akhtar diam-diam selalu mengawasi Kiani dari tempat yang tak pernah dilihat oleh siapa pun, janjinya dengan Sang paman, ayah Kiani saat dia hendak berangkat ke Turki dulu. Dapatkan Lintang menemukan cinta dalam hidupnya, berdamai dengan luka-luka yang becokol dalam hati? Berhasilkah Ghazi dengan misi dakwahnya atau hanya menggenggam sesuatu yang sia-sia? Apa yang tersimpan dalam hati Akhtar, akankah Kiani mengetahui? Ikuti terus kisahnya dalam Milky way on The Midnight Starlight

I was the future Luna, chosen and arranged by the current Alpha to be the mate of his son, Kelvin. But Kelvin—the heir to the pack—was unlike any other wolf. He had been blessed by the Moon Goddess with two mates. On the night of the full moon, he was confessed to by Amanda, the daughter of the Alpha from the Shadow Pack. Unlike the traditional, quiet, and graceful she-wolves from our own pack, Amanda enjoyed riding horses, hunting rabbits, shooting arrows, and drinking like a soldier. These wild traits deeply attracted Kelvin. But despite his obvious interest, Kelvin said, "Amanda is not quiet or considerate. With such a bold personality, she could never become the Luna of this pack." Even though he claimed to dislike her high-profile behavior, his eyes never left her when she was hunting in the forest. On his birthday, everything remained uncertain—until he declared that he would bond with Amanda and make her his second mate. However, Amanda rejected him outright, saying, "There's no tradition in our pack where the Alpha's daughter becomes a second mate. We can only be Lunas, and we deserve to be the only ones loved by our mates." Hearing this, Kelvin turned to me and said awkwardly, "Jenny, Luna is just a title. Could you give this title to Amanda? She's still young and doesn't understand our pack's rules. You're both my mates, and there's no difference between you. But since there can only be one Luna in the pack, let her have the title. You'll still be my true Luna—the one who actually handles all affairs of the pack." His words made my heart tremble. Tears welled up in my eyes. And at that moment, the moonstone ring he had given me as a symbol of our mate bond slipped off my finger, hit the floor, and shattered into pieces. Seeing that, I knew—our bond was severed. For good. But when he cried and howled, begging for his true Luna to come back... I was already gone, vanished from the pack entirely.