That's Not Nice Invincible

Rheyner Aditya Effendi dan Nadira Almira adalah sepasang sahabat yang tumbuh bersama sejak balita. Di akhir masa putih abu-abu Rheyner menyadari kalau ternyata dirinya memiliki rasa sayang sebagai seorang pria pada Nadira. Rheyner menahan diri untuk mengungkapkan perasaannya. Namun, ia sudah mulai merancang masa depan untuk dilalui bersama Nadira. Rheyner akan menjadikan Nadira ratu dalam kehidupannya kelak. Sayangnya, tidak semua hal berjalan sesuai jalan pikiran Rheyner. Apalagi sejak dirinya mendapatkan beasiswa ke Jepang. Kesalahpahaman kerap menghampiri. “Nggak usah peduli sama aku lagi. Jangan jadi sahabatku lagi. Jangan lagi urusin kehidupanku. Kamu urusin aja hidup kamu. Kita sampai di sini aja. Kalau perlu kita nggak usah saling kenal lagi. Kamu bebas sekarang." Air mata Nadira sudah membanjiri wajah. Ia hempaskan tangan Rheyner. Ego Rheyner tersentil. Amarah menguasai diri. “OKE, GUE NGGAK AKAN PEDULI SAMA LO LAGI! GUE NGGAK MAU JADI SAHABAT LO LAGI!” Nadira segera berlalu dari hadapan Rheyner. Napas Rheyner terengah. Matanya memerah. Kedua tangannya masih terkepal. Pelan tapi pasti cairan bening keluar dari sudut matanya. Apakah semua benar-benar akan berakhir sampai di sini? Apakah pernikahan yang dibayangkan oleh Rheyner tidak akan pernah menjadi nyata?

Laura Azzahra Alibasyah, seorang gadis remaja yang terlahir dari keluarga harmonis. Namun, dimasa lalu terjadi suatu insiden yang menyebabkan Laura kehilangan ingatannya serta mengubah keseluruhan dari tatanan kehidupan Laura. Kepribadiannya yang sangat ceria, seketika berubah menjadi dingin. Laura berusaha untuk mendapatkan kembali ingatannya sekaligus mencari jawaban atas kebencian sang bunda pada dirinya. Dalam perjalanan kehidupan Laura, ia bertemu dengan sosok Rafael yang mengajarinya tentang arti kehidupan. Tapi, siapa sangka jika mereka dipermainkan oleh takdir. Apakah Laura bisa mendapatkan kembali ingatannya? Dan apa yang akan ia lakukan jika berhasil mendapatkan ingatan itu? Baca lika-liku kehidupan Laura dalam novel Not Allone.

Ana always knew she would find the one, the one you read about, the man of her dreams or so she thought. A whirl wind romance with a man who thinks treating his partner with abuse is devotion, will Ana realise she is not to blame or will she stay in this relationship until it's too late? Her friends notice the changes in her personality but she doesn't. After all he loves her, right?

When I turned eighteen, I completed my shift and finally gained my wolf. The Lycan King of the Northern Tribe—Karl Gilmore, my father's close friend—handed me photos of his sons and told me to choose a mate. Whomever I chose would become the next Lycan King. Without hesitation, I pointed to his eldest son, Sven Gilmore. Everyone was stunned because everyone knew, for years, I had always loved the third son, Erik Gilmore. I'd trailed after Erik like a shadow, declaring loudly to the whole world that I'd marry him someday, that I'd be his mate. In my previous life, I did marry Erik. And he did become the next Lycan King. But a year into our marriage, he betrayed me with my stepsister and got her pregnant. Furious, the old Lycan King forced her to abort the pup and exiled her to another pack. From that moment on, Erik despised me. He started bringing home a different mistress every night. I was furious, helpless, and eventually, I died in the dead of winter. I never expected that when I opened my eyes again, I'd be back at eighteen, standing at the very moment I was meant to choose my mate. This time, I won't choose Erik. This time, I'll step aside and let him have his love with my sister. But why did Erik break down in tears when I chose someone else, begging me to come back?

When I went to reissue my mate certificate, the Werewolf Affairs Division told me, "Your mate certificate is a forgery. We have no record of your registration." I stared at the clerk, unable to believe what I was hearing. "But Sam and I registered five years ago. That's impossible. Could you please check again?" The clerk gave me a look before double-checking the files. "We found Alpha Sam's record. But the registered mate… isn't you." My voice trembled. "Then who is Sam's legal mate?" The clerk didn't hesitate. "Lily." I gripped the back of the chair, white-knuckled, just to keep myself upright. Until the clerk had spoken that name, I'd still held on to hope. Maybe it was a clerical error. A mix-up. But of all people, it had to be Lily, Sam's childhood friend. And suddenly, everything started to make sense. In five years of being Sam's mate, he had never marked me. We'd only held a mating ceremony—no certificate, no legal bond. I had given up everything for that ceremony, poured all my hope and love into it, believing I was his, only to find the certificate was fake. The five years I'd thought were mine—our happiness—had all been a lie, crafted and upheld by appearances. If none of it was truly mine, then there's only one thing left for me to do. Leave.

Albert Roosevelt was the crush I was never meant to have. Like an idiot, I believed loving someone meant giving them everything, even if they didn't care about you. So, I trailed after him like a desperate puppy, bending over backward to meet his every whim. When he couldn't afford tuition, I begged Dad to fund him, sending him to the best schools. When his worn-out clothes made him a laughingstock, I pitied him and showered him with designer labels. And what did he do? He used what I gave him to chase after a gold-digging campus belle. To keep up appearances, he blew through money like it grew on trees. He even spread rumors that he was the real heir to the Roosevelts. To him, I was just an ATM. "Your family's loaded. It's not like you'll miss a few hundred grand. If you're gonna be stingy, maybe you should stop following me around," he said when his wallet ran dry. And like a fool, I believed that if I kept paying, someday, he'd love me back. After graduation, I funded his startup. The second it took off, he married the campus belle. He had the nerve to claim he earned everything through nothing but hard work. So, I crashed his wedding, and he buried a knife in my chest. "Only when you're dead, Eve Roosevelt. Only then will my pathetic past stay buried." When I opened my eyes again, I was face-to-face with a scowling Albert. "You can't scrape together a few hundred thousand dollars? It's Bianca's birthday. Are you trying to humiliate me?" I looked around the room and rolled my eyes. "Sure, I'll pay. But first? Kneel. You look pretty enough. Consider it charity, peasant."

Kylie Cooper was Jonathan Sinclair's lover for three years. After they broke up, she became his executive assistant. Jonathan treated her coldly and mocked her with sarcasm. Kylie said, "You used me as a stand-in before. Now that she's back, please let me go." However, Jonathan was confused. "A stand-in? I've only ever loved you..."

Laya’s world is falling apart—haunted by a past she can’t outrun and a future she never chose. When shadows resurface and loyalties are tested, survival might cost her everything.

I came back to life the day Cedric Gramont got drugged. This time? I didn't offer my body to him. I called his so-called soulmate instead. In my last life, I stupidly fell for the uncle who wasn't blood-related. When I found out he'd been hit with something strong, I ignored his plea to call Elyna Humbert—and "helped" him myself. A month later, I was pregnant. He had to marry me. On our wedding day, Elyna, who'd gone abroad to "clear her head," got kidnapped and killed. Before she died, she called Cedric 199 times, begging for help. He didn't pick up once. Too busy sealing the deal with me. Later, he just stared at those missed calls, not saying a word. Then the day I went into labor, he locked me in the basement. I begged him to take me to the hospital. He just smiled, cold and empty, and watched me die screaming, the baby still inside me. Last thing I heard? "If you hadn't gotten pregnant, I wouldn't have married you. I wouldn't have missed Elyna's calls. You deserved to die." When I opened my eyes again, it was that same day—Cedric was drugged, but this time, I knew better.

After five years in a cold, loveless marriage, Camilla Santos thought freedom would be her only salvation. But when her grandmother’s will binds her to Maverick Shelby—the ruthless billionaire who humiliated her at every turn—for four more years, she’s forced back into his gilded cage. Maverick doesn’t recognize the timid girl he once ignored. Camilla is different now—stronger, bolder, unwilling to be broken. And the more she pulls away, the more he’s drawn to her. But trust is fragile, secrets run deep, and love was never part of the bargain…