Tragedy Stories

La nuit de sa première transformation, Lyra découvre que son âme sœur n’est autre que l’Alpha de sa meute. Mais au lieu de l’accepter, il la rejette devant tous, humiliant son cœur et brisant son destin. Blessée, Lyra fuit… jusqu’à tomber dans les bras de l’Alpha ennemi. Protecteur, dangereux, il clame qu’elle est sienne. Entre haine, passion interdite et guerre entre meutes, Lyra devra choisir : pardonner celui qui l’a rejetée, ou embrasser le loup qui pourrait détruire sa meute.

She was wrongly thought of as a person that kidnapped her younger sister just to marry him. She was tortured cruelly even when she was seven months pregnant. But for the sake of her baby and the so-called love for him, she swallowed her resentment and carried on. However, she found it so hard to endure his cold attitude when her sister turned out to be alive and came back safe and sound. At the cliff, the rogues sent by her sister advanced upon her with evil intentions. In despair, she jumped off the cliff with her baby. In this life, she would never see him again.

Peringatan Novel Memiliki Unsur Dewasa 18+ Tidak semua orang diberi kesempatan untuk mengubah hidupnya. Rangga, yang hidup dalam kemiskinan dan penuh hinaan, tak pernah menyangka akan menerima warisan dari seorang kultivator. “Dengan kekuatan ini, tak akan ada lagi yang merendahkanku. Tak ada wanita yang menolak, dan siapa pun yang menyinggungku akan menyesal.” Warisan itu membangkitkan rasa percaya diri dalam dirinya. Rangga tak hanya menginginkan kekayaan dan hormat, tapi juga kekuasaan mutlak—agar tak seorang pun berani mengusiknya lagi.

This book contains very RAW and strong mature contents. Read with caution. This book is a compilation of romance stories capable of bringing you to a whole new world of fantasy you never knew existed. With Thigh tingling stories, captivating storyline leaving you wanting more.

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

After I became a vegetable, Samuel kept me alive for two years with all sorts of tubes. I thought he couldn’t bear to let me go—until his true love returned to the country. He took my corneas and transplanted them to her. Right in front of me, he spoke to her with the utmost tenderness: “Don't worry; you'll be fine. These eyes have been prepared for you for two years.” As a result, I had an adverse reaction after the surgery and passed away. When he heard the news, his eyes turned crimson with rage, and he nearly smashed the hospital: ”Didn't you say there wouldn’t be any problems?!”

Five years ago, my brother's fiancée died because of me. Five years later, I'm burned to a crisp and laid out on his autopsy table.

My husband is a haute couture designer. When his true love goes blind in her right eye, he goes to his mother's ward and asks her for help in getting me to sign an organ donation agreement. What he doesn't know is that I'm already dead.

Five years had gone by since my death. The cops called my mom and told her they got news about me. My mother and brother marched to my grandmother's home and kicked her door down. "Where's Charlie? That shameless woman has been hiding from us far too long. Her brother needs her cornea, and she's giving it to him!" "Charlie's dead," said my grandmother, sobbing. My mother sneered. "As if. The cops called us. They said they had her news. Hand her over or get out of the house, you hag." My grandmother looked at her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. With trembling hands, she took my photo out. "I wonder if you've ever regretted saving your brother, Charlie."

During the three years after I'm diagnosed with a malignant tumor, my husband performs over 30 major surgeries on me so he can keep me around to donate my corneas to his true love. Finally, when she has the courage to face her illness under his encouragement, he follows a doctor's advise and gives up on treating me. I laugh when taking my last breath. He has no idea that the cancer has already spread to my eyes. He won't be transplanting my corneas in his true love's eyes—he'll be planting cancer in her.