The Rescuers Down Under

Nakano Izumi : Aku bertemu Hasegawa Ishida – lelaki yang wajahnya membuatku teringat sesuatu yang buruk di masalalu. Awalnya aku takut setiap melihat wajahnya tapi pria itu punya senyum sehangat mentari sampai-sampai rasanya pipiku memanas tiap kali ia tersenyum padaku. Hasegawa Ishida : Aku akhirnya menemukan gadis yang aku cari setelah tidak bertemu selama dua tahun. Karena tidak ingin kehilangannya lagi, kali ini aku memberanikan diri untuk mengenalnya lebih jauh. Tapi semakin jauh mengetahui tentang dirinya, aku semakin tidak bisa kembali ke tempat semula aku berdiri. Kenichi Hasegawa : Dia bukan type ku sama sekali. Kisah ini bermula saat musim semi di Yokohama. Berada diantara dua pria sudah cukup merepotkan, apalagi jika keduanya tidak akur sejak awal. Izumi setuju soal senyum Hasegawa Ishida yang sehangat mentari, tapi lambat laun ia menyadari sisi lain yang Hasegawa Kenichi miliki. Pada siapa Izumi akan berakhir? Pada Ishida yang ternyata memiliki hubungan dengan orang di masa lalunya – yang sempat membuat hidup Izumi hancur, atau pada Kenichi pria tampan dengan sifat sedingin angin diawal bulan maret?

When Kamari's mom, a witch from the ancient Ostyn clan, moves her to a small town in the forests of Washington, they set into motion a destiny that cannot be controlled. Kamari must learn how to balance her opposing powers and help save both rival packs before they destroy everything, including those she loves most.

A Biker/Billionaire/Mafia Romance With my fingers gliding across his flesh, I kept contact as I moved around to his back and across the broad expanse between each shoulder. Afterward, I ran my fingers in a soft caress over the nape of his neck—God, how I'd always wanted to touch him in this way—and then began making my way over to the opposite shoulder, shortly coming around to his collarbone. Afterward, with a pivot of my fingertips, and practiced turns of my feet, I came a full one hundred and eighty degrees, facing him again. As I gazed into his eyes, my breathing increased, and I felt myself give a small pant as I moved my fingers down to his chest... Shattered-Way down we Go" - A heart-wrenching tango of love, loss, and redemption unfolds as Marlowe Mills, the daughter of the president for The Sons of Morning Star MC, is secretly in love with Torin Montero, a member of her father's MC, who becomes her father's rival and her silent protector. However her love is torn apart by a brutal betrayal. When the embers of their past reignite, Marlowe finds herself in the treacherous embrace of a Mob boss's son, entangled in a web of obsession and danger. But fate has a twist in store: Torin lives, scarred and driven by his own vendetta. As the lines between love and vengeance blur, Marlowe must choose between the comfort of the shadows or the tumultuous dance of destiny.

At the wedding I've spent months planning, my usually stoic fiancé, Anthony Scott, is about to run off with his assistant, Erica Jones. To top it all off, she is wearing a wedding gown. Out of nowhere, his younger brother, Christopher Scott, grabs my hand and plans to pull me straight to City Hall. He disregards my panicking eyes. "Let's get married," he says, as if it's the most normal thing in the world. Then, the stage decorations suddenly collapse, revealing a room full of guests mocking and laughing at me. The two men who once swore to love me forever do all just to make Erica smile. The three of them clink glasses and drink a love toast on stage, completely lost in their own moment. "The wedding you planned was way too outdated. You should thank Erica for turning it into a bachelorette party!" "The real wedding will be this Sunday. Isn't Erica's idea amazing?" Anthony and Christopher were confident that I wouldn't dare leave them. But I quietly pick up my phone and type a message. "Let's set the wedding date for this Sunday, Levi."

"Jamil! Sophia!” “I swear to my moon goddess! My soul will stay restless until I take my revenge on both of you! For killing me and my beloved once!" "It's Luna's swear to you!" Declaring, she collapsed on the floor with a blurred vision before finally shutting her eyes to accept her tragic death in sleep. Her blood turned colder, and her body stopped moving. The burning pain slowly faded, and her heart took the last beat of this life. Layla Gomez, after being betrayed and killed mercilessly by her true mate, Jamil. She could feel hate and regret for choosing him. In her last breath, she prayed to the Moon Goddess if she would get another life; she swore to get her revenge and change her faith. What would happen when Moon Goddess heard her pray and Layla found herself not dying but travelling back in the past, just a week before her 18th birthday? Will she be able to change her faith this time? Or does the Past repeat itself?

My husband, Daniel Thompson, looked down on me. I was just a farmer's daughter in his eyes, and he never loved the son I gave birth to. It wasn’t until our baby turned 100 days old that he held him for the first time. Then, one day, his first love, Claire Matthews, came back to the city. That night at dinner, Daniel, who was always cold and distant, finally smiled. He even reached across the table and placed a piece of meat on Noah’s plate. Noah beamed all evening, clutching onto that tiny gesture like it was a treasure. Just before bed, he whispered to me, "Mom, do you think he likes me now… even just a little?" I wrapped him in my arms, tears blurring my vision as I gently shook my head. "No, sweetheart. It’s because the woman he truly loves is back. It’s time for us to go."

I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine. But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke. Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw. "Please," he whispered, "don't leave me." Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands. "Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go."

Following an unexpected incident, Aminah agreed to transfer to the province of Aurora; she expected her life in the province to turn into a new leaf after the misery that had befallen her previously. As she felt the winds of faith in her life when she moved, she had no idea what lay ahead for her. Will Aminah be able to handle the unorthodox issues that arise in her life? Will she be able to unravel the mystery in Paco's town? What exactly will happen when Aminah begins to dive into Satan's eyes? Join Aminah as she delves into Satan's eyes to unravel the mystery of Paco’s town.

Reagan took Tamara from her father when she was ten years old. She expected the man to make her life miserable, but he did the exact opposite. She resided in a mansion-like home surrounded by Reagan's luxury items. She rarely sees the man, but he continues to send her expensive gifts. Reagan provided her a fantastic life. Until her eighteenth birthday, she has no idea what the man is up to. The man stormed into her room and declared coldly, "Let's get married." Tamara was confused, so she immediately rejected the man. Reagan was enraged by what Tamara had said, so he dashed over to her and deeply said. "You... are under my rules, and you must obey me." What will happen to Tamara? Will she marry the man who took her away from her father? Will she marry the man... she's been secretly in love with for years?

An Alpha? 😀 Yes—an artistic one. But this time, it’s not him. It’s her. Ayla Cross, a tattoo artist who thought she had escaped her past. But no Owner of The Runed Den, she spent her nights inking stories onto other people’s skin, never realizing her own was hiding one. Until the night he walked in. Kian Vale—a mysterious stranger with eyes like liquid silver and a voice that carried thunder—came seeking a tattoo that matched the mark from Ayla’s dreams: a sigil of power older than any pack legend. When she inked it onto his skin, something inside her awakened. Her tattoos began to move. The moon itself seemed to breathe with her heartbeat. Now hunted by two rival werewolf clans, Ayla learns the truth: she is the Runed Luna, the lost heir of a bloodline thought extinct, born to command the ancient runes that shape reality itself. But every mark she draws binds her closer to Kian… and to the curse that could destroy them both. As shadows close in and bloodlines clash, Ayla must decide: Will she rewrite her fate in ink and moonlight— or be consumed by the story written beneath her skin? Unknown to you. Unknown to me. What could happen next?