Violet Raz

My childhood friend used to be a gifted young artist until he fell in love with the most beautiful girl on campus. I told his parents about it, and he was forced to study abroad. Eventually, he took control of the family business, and I became one of his employees. Following his orders, my boss drugged my drink and sent me to the room of a business associate. I was subjected to humiliation and torture until I died.I woke up again, realizing that I had been transported back in time to a point before all of these events had occurred.

Mi esposo, Damien Falcone, tenía noventa y nueve amantes. Y yo era la princesa de la mafia por la que los hombres hacían fila para ofrecerme su vida. El día que empezamos a salir, todos en nuestro grupo hicieron apuestas. Decían que no duraríamos ni tres meses. Pero entonces, todo cambió. Por mí, bloqueó a todas de su celular, construyó una mansión y se arrodilló para pedir mi mano. Luego, en nuestra noche de bodas, me dijo que quería un matrimonio abierto. —Podemos estar con otras personas, si queremos. Pero la lealtad… es solo para nosotros. Acepté. Y entonces apareció su amante número cien, Sophia Ricci. Traicionó a nuestra familia en un trato de armas. Casi le cuesta la vida a mi padre. Pero Damien la protegió. Incluso la metió a vivir en nuestra casa. Así que hice lo que cualquier princesa de la mafia con el corazón roto haría: me emborraché y desperté en la cama de otro. Lo que no sabía era que ese hombre era el tío de Damien.

“After drinking the potion, your wolf scent will be completely altered and your mate bond will be broken. Are you sure you want to do this?” The witch looked at me in surprise. "I'm sure." I nodded calmly and drank the potion without hesitation. My Alpha mate, Lucas, marked me three years ago but never held a formal mating ceremony because he spent three years designing a wedding dress for me himself. That was until a week before the ceremony, when I watched Lucas with my own eyes as he draped that Luna gown over my sister, Seraphina—who had been missing for three years. Even my beloved Beta twin brothers, who doted on me the most, were gathered around Seraphina. Seraphina and I were twin sisters. I had a crush on Lucas for ten years, but I knew Lucas had always loved her. However, three years ago, when the pack was on the verge of extinction after an attack by rogue wolves, Seraphina ran away, abandoning everyone. When everyone was in despair, I fought with all my might to protect everyone until Lucas and my brothers returned. I almost died in that battle. Lucas, trembling, held my hand and asked if I would be his mate. He said I had saved the entire pack, that I was the bravest she-wolf. My brothers also swore that Seraphina, that coward, had been banished from the family. They said that from now on, I was their only sister. Until two days ago, when Seraphina returned. She claimed that she didn't run away but left to lure away a more vicious pack of rogues. She said she had been poisoned with silver toxicity during the fight and only had a month to live. Lucas and my brothers believed her without hesitation. To make up for the three years they "owed" her, and to fulfill Seraphina's "dying wish," they decided—to give my Mating Ceremony to her. After drinking the potion, I sent a message to the Alpha King of the Northern Territory: I am willing to join the Northern Territory. Help me stage a fake death in a week.

Sebuah perjalanan seorang pemuda tanpa ambisi dan hasrat bernama Razzara. Dia dan keempat temannya secara tidak sengaja ter teleportasi ke dunia fantasi dan sihir. Razzara dan teman-temannya harus bertahan hidup dan beradaptasi di dunia baru ini sembari mencari cara untuk dapat kembali ke dunia asalnya di Bumi, yang pada saat itu sedang mengalami krisis diinvasi oleh monster dari dunia lain. Selama perjalanannya, hidup Razzara mengalami perubahan, dia menemukan arti dari persahabatan dan cinta sejatinya. Namun semuanya tidak selalu berjalan mudah, Razzara harus dihadapkan dengan kenyataan dibalik kebenaran mengenai peristiwa dibalik teleportasinya dan hubungan masa lalu Razzara dengan dunia fantasi. Dia harus merasakan pahitnya penghianatan, kematian, konspirasi dan kekejaman di dunia fantasi, yang membuat persahabatan dan cintanya teruji.

Revenge. Iyan ang nasa isip ni Shianna Viacera simula noong bata pa lamang siya at nang mamatay ang kan'yang minamahal na ama. She was all alone, her mother cheated and married her stepfather matapos mamatay ng kan'yang totoong ama. At kahit nasa isang makapangyarihan siyang angkan na kilala sa buong mundo ay hindi naging maayos ang kan'yang buhay. Her relatives see her as a great threat dahil siya lang naman ang nag-iisang lehitimong tagapagmana ng Viacera LLC. But that fact caused her to carry the weight of her position all alone. Not until she was engaged to a man she didn't love. Due to extreme anger she felt and the urge to ruin her engagement, she decided to have a one-night stand with her biggest enemy: Vincent Aurelius, the CEO of Aurelius Corporation. Pero ang inaakala niyang nakatakas siya sa delubyo ng kan'yang buhay ay nagbago nang magbunga ang gabing kanilang pinagsaluhan. And now, Shianna has to kept her twins hidden. Kailangan niyang itago ang kan'yang kambal na mga anak mula kay Vincent habang kinakalaban ang kan'yang angkan. Shianna's aim was to keep her children hidden and claim the Viacera LLC. But Shianna had never thought that her revenge would not be simple. At napagtanto niya lamang ito nang malaman ang katotohanan sa kan'yang isang anak. And now, the revenge she was planning from the start had worsen. She didn't expect that her relatives, Vincent, and her enemies are more ruthless. That's why... she declared war. And she's willing to be obsessed with revenge just to win. Yes. Her name is Shianna, the billionaire woman who was trampled and oppressed, pero ngayon ay handa nang maghiganti... kahit talikuran pa siya ng buong mundo.

In my fifth year of marriage to Dominic, I'd become the woman all of Chicago knew as the crazy one — the mental case. Jealousy gnawed at me constantly, and my temper frayed easily, my emotions sharp and unsteady, unravelling more with each passing day. So it only made sense when he slid a divorce agreement across the table. "Vivian's pregnant. A Harrington heir can't be born illegitimate, and Mrs. Harrington can't be a lunatic." "Once she's had the baby, I’ll marry you again, and you'll still be Mrs. Harrington." I was forced to sign my name, then locked away in a private sanatorium a hundred miles from the city. The first year, I waited with desperate hope for him to come take me home. Instead, he handed me an ultrasound report. "Twins — a boy and a girl. Vivian's pregnant again. Just wait a little longer." The second year, he had electric fencing installed around the sanatorium grounds. "Harrington Corp is going public. We can't afford any slip-ups right now." By the fifth year, he simply called to tell me to wait one more year. He must have expected me to scream and lose control the way I always did. But this time, I just nodded calmly. "Alright. However long it takes." After all. I didn't have much time left anyway.

Camille Hart was just another broke interior design graduate until Julian Thorne, a ruthless billionaire with a dangerous obsession, offered her a twisted deal: become his mistress and live in luxury, under one condition—no feelings allowed. But when Camille falls for someone else, Julian’s cold mask cracks—and the man she thought she could outsmart shows just how far he’s willing to go to keep what’s his. As their toxic game escalates into a war of control, seduction, and secrets, Camille must decide: will she escape this madness with her heart intact, or will she become the one thing she swore she’d never be? He bought her body. Now he wants her soul. But Camille Hart doesn’t belong to anyone.

My sister-in-law keeps calling me a deadbeat, swearing I just drift around in slides with an iced drink glued to my hand. She's always stirring things up at home, running her mouth about me to my wife day after day. What she doesn't get is that this is just how landlords in Galanor roll.

El día de nuestra boda, Leonardo Sánchez me juró que me amaría para toda la vida. Siete años después, hizo que otra mujer quedara embarazada y hasta la instaló en una mansión de maternidad que había preparado con esmero. Cuando lo descubrí, el vientre de ella ya estaba abultado, a punto de dar a luz. Él apenas se sobresaltó un instante, pero enseguida la protegió detrás de su espalda. —Camila, tú siempre tuviste miedo de ser madre. Con este hijo, la familia Sánchez tendrá un heredero y tú ya no tendrás que sufrir. —Seguiremos igual que antes, nada va a cambiar. Yo sostenía en mis manos el examen de embarazo recién confirmado y, entre lágrimas, solté una sonrisa rota. El día en que Valeria dio a luz, yo me sometí a un aborto, dejé el acuerdo de divorcio y tomé un avión rumbo a un país lejano.

Giorgo Romero, el Don de la familia Romero, cayó en una emboscada tendida por un demente suicida que llevaba explosivos atados al cuerpo. Cuando eso ocurrió, mi esposo, Fabio López, y sus hombres ya se habían marchado a un desfile de moda con su amor de la infancia, Reina Digiorno, para escoltarla y protegerla allá. En lugar de presionar el botón de señal en mi anillo, me lancé hacia Giorgo a pesar de estar a punto de dar a luz. Así, con mi propio cuerpo, lo protegí de la explosión. Sin embargo, en mi vida anterior, sí había presionado el botón. Fabio había dejado plantada a Reina para regresar corriendo a la escena y salvarle la vida a Giorgo. Gracias a ese mérito, lo ascendieron al puesto de subjefe. Pero Reina se enfureció con Fabio por abandonarla antes de tiempo y, por pura rabia, cruzó la autopista sin mirar a los lados. Así fue como la atropellaron y murió. Fabio no dijo nada… pero el día en que entré en trabajo de parto, me mandó a una casa de subastas clandestina. —¡El Don tenía a tantos soldati protegiéndolo! ¿Por qué me obligaste a volver, entonces? ¿No es porque solo querías la gloria de ser la esposa del subjefe? ¡Si no fuera por ti, Reina no habría muerto! ¡Debes sufrir mil veces lo que ella sufrió! Yo solo podía mirar cómo los invitados pujaban por mis órganos, uno por uno. Ni siquiera el cordón umbilical de mi recién nacido se salvó de la subasta. Al final, morí por una infección que se produjo mientras me arrancaban los órganos. Cuando volví a abrir los ojos, había regresado al día en que emboscaron a Giorgo.