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Alpha Damian is ruthless and spares no one when it comes to his business. Love is out of the question and only money matters till he is forced to choose one or nothing.

My boyfriend is a forensic artist. He was forced to make a harrowing decision to save his first love. At the killer's demand, he created a portrait from a photo—he never realized that the young girl in the photo was me in my childhood. Two weeks later, the police investigate a grisly bomb explosion and dismemberment case. The victim's identity was unrecognizable, and the investigation dragged on for days as the authorities desperately searched the blast site, looking for my remains. After three days and nights, they finally recovered enough of my remains to reconstruct my face. When my boyfriend unknowingly brought the shattered fragments back to life with his art, he was confronted with a horrifying truth—one that drove him to the edge of madness.

#5 in second generation Obsessive Series but you can read STANDALONE. In this World of Cruelty, I did something that kept me sane. I went against my family just to protect my sanity. I was a fighter. I was a survivor. But not anymore because this cruel world made me rotten. Now, I'm Cruel. I'm cold Hearted. I'm a Killer because I killed myself. I killed my own happiness. I ruined my own heart. My name is DUA and I'm a nineteen years old student of Fashion Designer. And, my world is shattered by only four words. 'YOU ARE UNDER ARREST' [Mature Content 18+] Thank you ShineeSunshine ️

On my husband's birthday, I poured my heart into preparing a feast and selecting the perfect gift. Yet, he didn't come home. Instead, I received a picture message—a snapshot of him at the hospital, standing outside the OB-GYN ward, his hand resting tenderly on his childhood crush's belly. Beneath the photo, a message read: [The best birthday gift and a symbol of our decade-long bond.] Furious, I called her. "Don't you know he's married?" Before I could say more, my husband snatched the phone and lashed out at me. "Yvonne just wanted to share the joy of becoming a mother. Why are you overreacting? "Yvonne and I have been best friends for over a decade. Your petty jealousy is disgusting!" I once believed his busyness was for our future, but now I knew—he had been busy supporting the girl of his dreams through her pregnancy. Clutching my own stomach, I bit my lip to stop the tears from falling. Ten years of love had drained away. It was time to let go.

Kayla, seorang ibu muda dari satu orang anak berusia 3 tahun, dan istri dari seorang pria bernama Azzam. Ditengah himpitan ekonomi dan juga tekanan dari ibu mertua, Kayla harus berjuang sendiri mencukupi kebutuhan anaknya karena pekerjaan Sang Suami yang hanya sebagai security tidak mampu menutupinya. Selama menjalani biduk rumah tangga, banyak sekali kejanggalan yang Kayla rasakan terhadap Azzam. Bahkan banyak berita yang beredar jika Azzam seorang petualang wanita, namun Kayla masih berusaha menepisnya. Hingga akhirnya datang seorang wanita yang diakui Azzam sebagai istri kedua. Kayla merasa terpukul, kesetiaannya sebagai istri berbalas pengkhianatan dari Azzam. Kayla tidak terima, dia merasa harus berontak memperjuangkan hidupnya juga anaknya. Kayla tidak mau harga dirinya terus-terusan diinjak oleh Azzam dan keluarganya, ditambah lagi sekarang ada wanita yang memaksa ingin menjadi satu-satunya dalam hidup Azzam. Namun di saat Kayla sudah memantapkan hatinya, Azzam bersikeras tidak mau melepaskan Kayla.

"Jawab pertanyaan Kakak! Benih siapa yang sedang kau kandung?" Kanaya terdiam. Gadis cantik itu memang luar bisa mempesona, tetapi dia masih polos karena dua kakak angkatnya sangat membatasi lingkungan pergaulannya. Namun, mendadak ia hamil! Mungkinkah salah satu di antara mereka yang menjadi pelakunya? Kalau iya, mampukah Kanaya mengungkapnya?

Description: It was a beautiful and sunny day in a small town called Willows Creek. Every one was friendly and kind towards each other. Until that fateful day, their life was no longer the same again. A couple of friends was walking home from school, one of them mentioned they should take a short home. Naomi said, there is a sign that read NO TRESPASSING. Who gives gives a fuck about it said Michael. C'mon on guys I see our house from here said Omar, true agreed Sora. The gang were talking and laughing along their way home. Without knowing someone or something was watching them.

The Hawthorne Effect sets a story of a F.B.I survey into the criminal lives of certain individuals identified with a Crime Boss, Ron Druman whose identity the Bureau is unsure of. While the story goes on, a look into the immigrant lives of these individuals forced into crime is looked at.

I'm reincarnated a week before the college entrance exam. Despite being the soon-to-be top scorer, I stab my eye with a syringe. In my past life, Marianne Quentin, my boyfriend Lance Russell's childhood friend, reported me for cheating off her during the final mock exam. The teacher compared our papers and found that my essay was identical to hers. He harshly criticized me and warned me not to repeat my mistake. However, Marianne reported me for copying her answers again during the math exam. Once again, my answers were found to be identical to hers. The teacher scolded me for being incorrigible and sent me home to reflect on my actions. I couldn't understand what had happened. Clearly, I'd never cheated, but my answers were nearly identical to Marianne's, whether in writing and language or in math. As the SAT exam loomed over me, I could only suppress my doubts as I stepped into the exam hall. I finished the writing paper and thought I was safe. However, Marianne stepped out and accused me of cheating again. I tried to defend myself, yet the answers on my paper were identical to hers. In the end, I was disqualified, kicked out of the exam hall, and banned from taking any exams in the next two years—just because I "cheated". I succumbed to despair and leaped from the rooftop. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to one week before the SAT.

A fierce storm erupts on a mountain peak at 25,561 feet, trapping me in the mountain camp under heavy snow. My husband, the leader of the mountain excursion squad, ignores my desperate pleas and hands the last oxygen tank to his beloved true love. "You're a professional climber—you won't die from missing a few breaths," he snaps. "Olivia has always been frail. Without oxygen, she's done for!" I watch as the two of them lean on each other, making their way down the cliffside, and I fall into complete despair. He's already forgotten that my body hasn't been able to survive without oxygen at high altitudes since saving him two years ago.