Tidal Flats

Fairytales don’t always come from the earth... until her. 
 Mermaid legends are human fables, but beneath the waves, war is looming. A missing daughter is the only hope for a dying species. 
 Rescued during a typhoon, Galene finds herself in a new world amongst a dangerous species—humans. With no memories of her watery pasts, she doesn’t see the predators closing in until it’s too late.
 Stralath is a shape-shifting bounty hunter dedicated to keeping the peace in a violent universe. His earthly mission? To find the elusive mermaid who he’ll dangle in front of a dangerous oceanic pod.  Except Galene is not what he expected—she’s an innocent caught in a dangerous game of extinction. An angel who paints with color and smiles at the world.  She is easy prey, and Stralath abandons his mission, unleashing his brutal self to guard her heart and life. 

Marco de Luca is the youngest son of a very powerful family in southern Italy, dedicated to the sale of flats and large luxury houses, or at least that is what they say they do exclusively... Incredibly successful and attractive, he seems to have everything. He is about to marry the beautiful Greek daughter of another influential family and to take over his father's business. But unexpectedly he must go to Barcelona to meet a distant cousin to resolve hidden family matters, which will lead to the birth of an intense passion and the opening of a dark past full of secrets that he never expected to discover.

Ella seorang istri harus kehilangan bayinya karena sebuah kecelakaan. Tetapi Dion, sang suami justru pergi menemani Vivian, wanita masa lalunya yang kembali dari negeri kanguru. Ella yang patah hati, frustasi dan stres lalu mencoba bunuh diri. Tetapi seorang pria telah menolong Ella, sehingga akan terungkap siapa Ella sebenarnya. Hidup dalam dendam, tetapi tidal membuat rasa cinta di dalam hati Ella dan Dion padam. Antara Romantis, sedih dan dendam mewarnai perjalanan kisah cinta Ella dan Dion.

By the second year of my marriage to Quentin Lambert, we had a son. Fast forward five years, and I was basically a human cookbook, agonizing over every pinch of salt like it was rocket science. One night, Quentin tossed out, "Too much salt." And our son? He didn't even blink—he dumped the whole pot down the drain right in front of me. That's when it hit me—pure exhaustion, like a tidal wave. I told Quentin I wanted a divorce. He didn't even bother looking up. "Is that really necessary?" I nodded, my voice flat. "It is."

On August 23, the Metropolitan Police entered a well-appointed flat at 36 Suffolk Street, in the heart of London. In the flat, they found an ensuite bathroom; in the bathtub, they found a padlocked bag, and in the bag, they found the body of Tina Davis Tina, a brilliant mathematician, worked in Cheltenham for GQHC, Britain's domestic eavesdropping agency. She lived in London on secondment to MI6, Britain's Secret Intelligence Service, and the block of flats where they found her body is an MI6 "safe house reportedly". Uninterested in potential national-security angles, the police immediately announced they were looking for clues to Tina's mysterious death in the details of her private life. But they didn't make much headway. A month after discovering her body, they still hadn't determined the cause of death, although they had admitted the case was "complex" and "unexplained." It seemed like a job for Quintus Noone Fortunately, he happened to be available.

In front of the orphanage gates, Rebecca Schwartz, the impoverished student I had been sponsoring, stood glaring at me with a face full of disdain. "If you don't let Freddie come along, I'm not going to your house either," she declared, her tone sharp and unyielding. In the past, blinded by love and hopelessly infatuated, I would have caved to her demands, humbling myself just to keep the peace. But things were different now—I had been reborn. Staring at this despicable pair, who had once caused my tragic demise, a tidal wave of fury surged within me. Yet, it settled into nothing more than a faint, icy smile on my lips. "Then stay here," I said, my voice cold and steady. "Rot in this place alongside your precious Freddie. After all, trash like you belong in the garbage heap."

Malam yang terjsdi hanya karena sebuah kesalah pahaman semata membuat kedua nya kini harus terjebak dalam ikatan suci pernikahan. Menikah dengan orang yang tidak di kenal bahkan melihat wajah nya pun hanya malam itu saja sungguj membuat Sheila benar benar tidal habis pikir dengan kedua orang tua nya yang memaksa untuk menikah dengan pria itu. Sikap, sifat bahkan kepribadian pria itu Sheila saja belum mengetahui nya, Sheila sebenar nya pemilih dalam urusan laki laki apalagi jika menyangkut pernikahan dia tidak akan sembarang dalam memilih. Namun gara gara kejadian malam itu kini membuat Sheila di buat stres bukan main pasal nya kedua orang tua nya menginginkan Sheila untuk menikah dengan pria itu secepat nya demi nama baik keluarga di hadapan publik. Apakah Sheila akan bahagia dengan pernikahan nya? Atau kah pernikahan itu hanya sebuah permainan semata untuk Sheila?

"I didn’t know I was marrying two people. He wore the suit, but she pulled the strings. The day I walked down the aisle, eyes locked with the man I loved, I thought I had found peace. I thought I was finally leaving behind the noise of my childhood, the ache of loneliness, and the years I spent praying for a love that would choose me, only me. But no one told me that some men never truly leave their mothers. They marry, yes,but their hearts remain tangled in an invisible umbilical cord, one that stretches past vows, past bedrooms, past boundaries. I moved into our new home, only to find that the walls had ears, hers. We lived in separate flats, but it never truly felt like my space. My marriage was a room she walked into, uninvited but ever present. Her opinions dripped into our arguments, her eyes followed me from behind lace curtains, and her voice echoed in decisions that should have belonged to me and my husband. At first, I kept quiet. I told myself it was cultural. Respect. Family. Then I told myself it was temporary. Then I stopped telling myself anything at all, because nothing I said made a difference. This is not a story of hate. It’s a story of love, tested by bloodlines, boundaries, and a battle I never asked to fight. This is my truth. The marriage I thought was mine. The home that never really felt like home. And the rules I never agreed to, but had to live by, simply because… I was under her roof".

At the Davenport family dinner, I arrive wearing the same dress Tucker Davenport's true love once wore. His face darkens immediately. He glares at me coldly and orders that my dress be burned on the spot. "Damn it, Willow, can't you show a little self-awareness? Shelby might be too naive to notice, but there's no way I'm letting you appear like this in front of her." The intense heat rushes toward me as the flames consume the fabric. A sharp, burning pain shoots between my legs, crashing over me like a tidal wave. The pain drags me under, but I suddenly jolt awake, barely able to gasp a plea for mercy. Tucker doesn't spare me a glance. He simply turns away to help Shelby cut the cake. Days later, he finally remembers I exist. "As long as you behave and don't bother Shelby again, you'll still be Mrs. Davenport." I stare at the burns on my legs as my tears dry up. I refuse to beg any longer. I'm done being Mrs. Davenport.

Ariana, the rebellious daughter of a CEO, is trapped in a loveless arranged marriage with Robert Stone, Chicago's youngest billionaire. In the past, she secretly loved Robert, even though she knew he was in love with her sister, Flora. After Flora’s mysterious death, Robert is forced to marry Ariana, and their union was a miserable one. They had issues, and Ariana lost their unborn child. Robert became repentant and wants to make their marriage work but Ariana has lost interest. A certain doctor may have caught her eye. ••• I moaned loudly as he unhooked my bra and cupped my breast in his palm. I felt like an electric shot had gone through my body, sending tidal waves of pleasure to the folds in between my legs. I wiggled and squirmed in his laps. “Rob?” I moaned. It was both a question and an answer. He answered by covering my breast with his mouth and I nearly died from the pleasure. His mouth was warm and I could not stay still any longer, I reached for his belt buckle, unbuttoning his trousers…