Synonyms Of Selfless Mga Nobela at Kwento

Brandon has been taken by the evil trio of Corinda, Casen, and Severn. But all isn't as it seems for these three. While in their custody, a new enemy emerges. Will Brandon be able to bring these three back into the fold? Or will their mateship fall apart? And how will they deal with the new threat to wolfkind? This is the third installment in the Trio of Mates series. You can find book one (Trio of Mates) and book two (War of Threes) here on GoodNovel.

Abimanyu Abraham, usia 20 tahun, berawakan tinggi kurus dan tidak terlalu tampan. Seorang pemuda yang hidup serba berkecukupan di tengah kota Jakarta yang sudah berteknologi super maju ini. Walaupun Bima orang kaya, namun kehidupannya di luar sana seperti gelandangan yang terus di caci maki karena satu alasan. Namun satu kejadian membuatnya berubah 180° dari yang biasanya tak banyak bicara dan introvert kini jadi lebih ceria serta terlihat lebih fresh.

Twenty-six, brilliant, and achingly untouched, PhD student Cassie walks into the city’s most exclusive sex club because of a bet against her virginity. She chooses him blindly: a cruel Dom who drags her to the hidden chambers, spreads her trembling thighs, and takes her virginity with slow, savage thrusts while she screams. She never sees his face. She buries the memory under ambition, until her mother’s death forces her back to her home. Her brother offers her an internship with his best friend, Reginald Walker; an introverted, lethal and impossibly controlled CEO. The man whose mere presence makes her wet and reckless. Cassie pushes until Reggie snaps, chains her on the wooden crucifix, spreads her legs and fucks her till she's speaking in tongues. Despite the fact that Reggie cannot do emotions, their secret affair turns raw and desperate: His hand is always fisted in her hair, his neck filled with hickeys that his shirt cannot hide. Their love and lust is so violent it terrifies them both. Then the devil returns. Dominic is the one who broke Cassie's virginity and he recognises her one night at a party. He does everything to get a taste of her again, including blackmail. When Reggie refuses to believe that the pictures he received are from the past, he walks out but they get back. Before they can fully reconcile, Reggie's ex comes with full force. Cassie runs to her brother with a broken heart. Reggie drowns in whiskey and self-loathing. On his knees in the rain,he begs for her forgiveness and love. She gives it, but nothing is the same again. They start over slowly, trying to rebuild what Dominic nearly destroyed. One careful kiss, one trembling “I love you,” one fragile heartbeat at a time

17-year old Lexy and her girlfriend try to balance high school life with a major secret; they’re vampires. However, when a new girl arrives in class one day, school soon becomes the least of their worries as they fight against pure evil to save the human world as we know it. Relationships will be tested, hearts will be broken, blood will be spilled.

Amelia Silver was never meant to rule. Born to the dethroned Luna and orphaned young, she grew up under the cruelty of her father’s mistress and the scorn of her pack. Stripped of her birthright and betrayed by her own blood, she fled to survive, only to be thrust into a destiny far greater than she ever imagined. At Lunaris Academy, disguised as her cousin, Amelia becomes entangled with two powerful heirs: Ronan, the mysterious son of the Alpha King whose wolf craves her, and Lennox, the proud Alpha’s son who once plotted to use her for power. When secrets unravel and war ignites, Amelia must fight not only for her freedom but for the survival of two packs, caught between enemies who will do anything to destroy her. In a world where betrayal cuts deeper than blades and love can be as deadly as war, Amelia must choose, will she remain the pawn everyone thinks she is, or rise as the Luna and queen her people need?

Angel lived by her name, well behaved, considerate and caring. She was swept away in a College romance until her world came crashing down around her. Can she find love again or is she doomed to be alone watching others rise while she stays still

Victor and I were nothing more than a pair of sworn enemies married inside the camp. He hated me for handing over my frail sister to the research institute, all so they could extract the antiviral serum from her blood. And I hated him for never seeing anyone but her, even in the apocalypse, when she could barely lift a metal rod. For the ten years of the apocalypse, the words we said to each other most often were, "Die a miserable death." … However, when the zombie horde finally broke through the last line of defense, he chained me to the modified mech truck and went out alone to face it. "Live…" I watched as the tide of corpses swallowed him whole, the crack of breaking bones mixing with the sound of flesh being torn apart. On the edge of death, he pulled out my sister's faded photo and placed it over the one clean spot on his chest. "This life is yours. But if there's a next one, don't go near her again." … That night, when I returned, I blew up the camp. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the zombie king. His razor-sharp claws closed around my throat, and I smiled as I took hold of his hand. "Let's make a deal. Give humans five more years, and I'll willingly be your queen." Last time, he gave his life to save me. This time, I'll be the monster—so they can all get what they want.

My sister-in-law, Maeve Cohen, floored my luxury car and blew past traffic at about 125 mph, killing a family of three. She pretended to be me and acted as if nothing could touch her. "Those idiots walked into my path! It's not my fault they got hit!" she snapped. "I'm the Lincoln Enterprise heiress. Even if I ran, who would dare catch me?" In my last life, Maeve said her husband wasn't home and she needed a car to visit her parents, so she borrowed mine. She ended up racing down the road, plowing into a family crossing the street, and driving back over them to make sure they were dead. The couple had just bought a house. The baby was only a month old. When the victims' family demanded an explanation, she hid behind my reputation and spat venom. "They're just three worthless people! I'm the Lincoln Enterprise heiress; why should I explain myself? Tell them to come to me for funeral expenses!" The grieving family couldn't take it and came to my in-laws' place. "Three worthless people, huh? Today, we'll end you so you can apologize to them in person!" My husband had died the year before. With no one to protect me, the victims' family turned on me, and I was stabbed to death. The valuable wedding gifts my family had given to me became Maeve's overnight. My family tried to appeal for me, but trolls who hated the rich maliciously reported tax problems about my father's company. My father was driven to exhaustion. One night, he fell asleep at the wheel, and the car plunged off a cliff, killing him. Only after I died did I discover it had all been Maeve's plan to ruin us out of spite. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day Maeve took my car and ran into those people.

Elaine was born in a world where magic is a death-sentence and would do anything to keep her head attached to her shoulders. As the top of her class at the Artharian Royal Academy she is destined to be a great knight upon graduation, until a book called, The Magicae threatens everything she's built. Inside the book every person's name, location, and their specific magical ability is written. Elaine must steal her page from the book to stay safe. When the heist goes awry it is up to Elaine and her best friend Andrew to outrun a gorgeous, but dangerous, knight named Tristan. His soul purpose? To destroy everything she stands for.

When I was seven, my father brought home a beautiful lady who gave me a mango. That day, my mother watched me happily eating the mango while she signed her name on the divorce papers. After that, she jumped off the roof of our building. From then on, mangoes became the nightmare of my life. So on my wedding day, I told my husband, Alan Holt, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." Alan pulled me into his arms, quiet. From then on, mangoes became off-limits for him, too. On Christmas Eve of our fifth year of marriage, Alan's childhood sweetheart, Larissa Fennimore, left a mango on his desk at the office. The very same day, Alan announced he was cutting ties with Larissa and fired her from the company. That day, I truly believed he was the man I was meant to be with. Half a year later, I flew back from overseas, having just closed a partnership deal worth about 200 million dollars. At the celebration dinner, Alan handed me a drink. After I had finished half the glass, his so-called childhood sweetheart, the woman who had been kicked out of the company, stood behind me with a big grin and asked, "Does the mango juice taste good?" I stared at Alan in disbelief, and he was trying hard not to laugh. "Don't be mad. Larissa insisted I played a little joke on you. I didn't actually give you a mango; I just gave you a bottle of mango juice. But I think she's right. The fact that you don't eat mangoes is a real problem. You were really enjoying that juice just now." My face went cold. I lifted my hand and threw the rest of the mango juice in his face, then turned around and walked away. Some things are never a joke. I wouldn't kid around with mangoes or divorce.