Velvet X Vox

Ich starrte auf den Vercetti-Ehevertrag, den mein Vater über den Tisch schob. Ohne zu zögern schrieb ich den Namen meiner Halbschwester darauf – Demi – und schob ihn zurück. Mein Vater erstarrte. Dann leuchteten seine Augen vor absurder Begeisterung auf, als hätte er gerade im Lotto gewonnen. „Wie kannst du deiner Schwester eine so perfekte Chance überlassen?“ In meinem letzten Leben war meine Ehe ein Witz für alle um mich herum. Ich war die rothaarige, ungezähmte kleine Hexe, die es wagte, in Cassian Vercettis Umlaufbahn einzudringen – dem Erben und Anführer der alteingesessenen Vercetti-Verbrecherfamilie. Ich war nie perfekt und auch nie gehorsam. Er liebte wallende Göttinnenkleider. Ich trug Miniröcke und tanzte auf Tischen. Er verlangte Missionarsstellung, traditionelle, geordnete Intimität. Ich wollte oben sein, ihn reiten, mich völlig darin verlieren. Bei einer Gala lachten die Gesellschaftsdamen über meine Haare, mein Kleid, meine „Wildheit“. Ich dachte, er würde mich wenigstens zum Schein verteidigen. Das tat er nicht. „Verzeiht ihr. Sie ist nicht… richtig erzogen.“ Erzogen. Wie ein Hund. Mein gesamtes letztes Leben verbrachte ich damit, unter seinen Regeln zu ersticken. Ich verbog mich bis aufs Blut, um in die Form zu passen, die er wollte – bis zu der Nacht, als unser Haus Feuer fing. Als ich meine Augen wieder öffnete, war ich zurück an dem Moment, als ich von der arrangierten Ehe erfuhr. Ich blickte auf den Vertrag vor mir. Dieses Mal? Ich glaube, die Jungs aus dem Nachtclub passen besser zu mir. Doch in dem Moment, als Cassian erkannte, dass ich nicht die Braut war, zerschmetterte er jede Regel, nach der er je gelebt hatte.

I stared at the Vercetti marriage contract my father pushed across the table. Without hesitation, I wrote my half-sister’s name, Demi, and slid it back. My father froze. Then his eyes lit up with ridiculous excitement, like he’d just won the lottery. "How can you give such a perfect chance to your sister?" Last life, my marriage was a joke for everyone around me. I was the red-haired, untamed little witch who dared to climb into the orbit of Cassian Vercetti, heir and leader of the old-blood Vercetti crime family. I was never perfect nor obedient. He loved goddess gowns. I wore mini skirts and danced on tables. He demanded missionary, traditional, orderly intimacy. I wanted to climb on top, ride him, lose myself completely. At a gala, society wives laughing at my hair, my dress, my “wildness.” I thought he would at least pretend to defend me. He didn’t. “Forgive her. She’s not…properly trained.” Trained. Like a dog. I spent my entire last life suffocating under his rules, bending myself bloody to fit the shape he wanted, until the night our house caught fire. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I learned of the arranged marriage. I looked at the contract in front of me. This time? I think the nightclub boys suits me better. But the moment Cassian realized the bride wasn’t me, he shattered every rule he’d ever lived by.

In Nightfang Pack, an Alpha heir can only claim the woman he loves if he draws the Moonmark. For six straight years, Seth drew a blank lot. This year, I overheard him speaking to his Beta. “Alpha, are you really going to switch the Moonmark for a blank lot again?” “Aren’t you afraid Layla will learn the truth and leave you? She may seem gentle, but she’s strong-willed deep down. If she truly decides to go, no one can hold her back.” Seth’s voice was calm and certain. “She has no family and no friends. If she leaves me, where could she possibly go?” “Ian’s father died saving me. His last wish was for me to stay by her side for six years. When this year ends, I’ll give Layla the grand mating ceremony she deserves.” The last shred of hope in my heart shattered the moment I heard those words. What he never knew was that if he failed to claim me this year, I would not be the one abandoned. I would return to my true pack. Take back the name and throne I had hidden for him. Seth, as the heir to the Starmoon Pack, I was never someone who needed your protection.

Entah Kinan harus bahagia atau merasa terkurung ketika ia dijodohkan dengan pria yang sempat ia taksir sebelumnya. “Mas?” Kinan memanggil pria yang sudah menjadi suaminya itu perlahan. Sembari menjawilnya dengan jari telunjuk.   “Apa, sih, Nan?!! Astagaaa!” Alan rupanya juga belum tidur pulas.   “Kenapa? Kamu grogi!?”sindir Alan lagi.    “Eh?”   Alan kemudian berbalik menghadap pada istrinya.    “Kamu mau aku ngapain kamu???”   “Ng-nggak kok, Mas. Aku nggak minta apa-apa,” ucap Kinan gemataran. Ia menarik selimutnya hingga sebatas leher.   Alan malah semakin mendekatkan kepalanya pada Kinan. “Kamu mau malam pertama seperti pasangan pada umumnya?” tanyanya. Apakah mereka akan menyesali ini semua nantinya? ==================== Published in March 2022 Cover by Canva Pro Follow Instagram dan Facebook Page @novelbyreb

Me quedé mirando el contrato matrimonial de los Vercetti que mi padre empujó sobre la mesa. Sin pensarlo dos veces, escribí el nombre de mi media hermana, Demi, y se lo devolví deslizándolo. Mi padre se quedó de piedra, antes de que entonces sus ojos se encendieron con una emoción tan absurda que parecía que acababa de ganarse la lotería. —¿Cómo puedes darle a tu hermana una oportunidad tan perfecta? En mi vida pasada, mi matrimonio había sido el chiste de todos. Yo era la pelirroja indomable, la brujita salvaje que se atrevió a meterse en la órbita de Cassian Vercetti, heredero y líder de la familia criminal Vercetti, de sangre vieja. Nunca fui perfecta ni obediente. Mientras a él le encantaban los vestidos de diosa, yo usaba minifaldas y bailaba arriba de las mesas. Él exigía una intimidad misionera: tradicional, ordenada, correcta. Yo quería subirme encima, montarlo, perderme por completo. En una gala, las esposas de la alta sociedad se reían de mi cabello, de mi vestido, de mi «“salvajismo». Pensé que, al menos, él fingiría defenderme; pero no lo hizo. —Perdónenla. Ella no está… debidamente entrenada. «¿Entrenada? Como un perro.» Me había pasado toda mi vida pasada asfixiándome bajo sus reglas, doblándome hasta sangrar para encajar en la forma que él quería… hasta la noche en que nuestra casa se incendió. Tras lo cual, cuando volví a abrir los ojos, me di cuenta de que había regresado al instante exacto en que me enteré del matrimonio arreglado. Miré el contrato frente a mí. «¿Otra vez? Creo que a mí me quedan mejor los chicos de la discoteca». Pero en el momento en que Cassian se dio cuenta de que la novia no era yo, rompió cada regla por la que había vivido.

"Mereka bilang ada lima tahapan berduka — penyangkalan, amarah, tawar-menawar, depresi, dan penerimaan. Namun aku ingin menambahkan satu hal, pembalasan" Sepuluh tahun sejak kematian sang ayah, Kiara Snow kembali ke Kota Valencia untuk menagih hutangnya. Untuk setiap kekejaman yang dilakukan oleh Ibu dan Kakak tirinya, dan ia akan membuat mereka membayar sepuluh kali lipat. Dan senjata yang akan dia gunakan untuk membalas denadam? Seorang pria yang penuh dengan pengaruh dan kekuasaan. Suami dari Kakak tiri tercintanya, CEO dari Inovara Corp. Elvano Arvan Pramana. Kiara akan membuat pria itu menjadi miliknya. Cara terkejam yang akan ia lakukan adalah dengan mengandung anak dari pria tersebut. Hal yang tidak akan pernah bisa sang Kakak lakukan.

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his buddies talking through the open window. "Dude, you’re so cool blooded. Inventing a twin brother just to dodge diaper duty? What's next—triplets and quadruplets coming out of the woodwork too?"

ADITA X NICKO Sebagian mengatakan bahwa 'cinta tak akan bisa dipaksakan' namun, kini berbeda. Pria itu memaksakan perasaannya, hatinya, untuk terus mengisi hari-hari seorang DJ cantik. Akankah ia mampu untuk itu?

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.

TRIGGER WARNING!!! This is rated 18+. Alpha Parthe is as dark as described. If you are not into dark romance, please, in the name of everything holy... ***Excerpt*** "My breath just made you quiver," He leaned closer so that I could almost taste his breath, "...Then imagine what my tongue would do." "I warned you not to play with fire if you are afraid of flames," He added, his voice hoarse with need. My plump lips parted in response, "I am not afraid to burn for what I love." I had just stirred something in him that had lay dormant all his life. "Then so be it... Princess." *** She was an angel craving chaos. He was a demon craving peace. She knew he was hell, yet she chose to burn with him. It takes a special kind of woman to handle his darkness and tame his demons. Alpha Parthe comes from a bloodline of cursed Alphas, endlessly consumed by the need to track and kill, constantly plagued by the scent of blood. The more they kill, the more they want to kill. It only gets worse on every full moon. No one mated to an Alpha from the Wild Wolf pack ever lived more than two years. And every Alpha from that lineage dies at thirty-three due to the curse. Parthe vowed never to have a mate or a son. But these vows crumble when he meets a girl he considers 'little and insignificant.' The fate of Luxuria, who was set to marry the love of her life, Kahel, takes a drastic turn when she finds out she was mated to this cursed Alpha, whom she dreaded with her life. What happens when his curse gradually seeps into Luxuria, the woman who was meant to be his remedy?