When It Gets Dark

Diana is the eldest granddaughter of the Winchester Family. She has lived her 22 years of life as her twin, Chantal's shadow. She thought she has become immune to the hurt caused by her own family until one revelation revealed in anger, turned her world upside down. Thinking that she has lost the piece of home, she was proven wrong when a helping hand, led her to discover an amorous side of her. Lucas is the 30-year-old President of Forrest Research Institute and a descendant of one of the 7 great families in the country of Great Blackhampton. He has always been good at reading people's personalities so when this beautiful goddess of a woman gave him a look asking for help, he didn't hesitate. Their first meeting, their first kiss. She thought it only ended there, until they met two months later. She had never imagined meeting one of the descendants of the Great families, even more so meeting the heirs. Not only was she welcomed, they even became acquainted with her own friends. They never expected that Lucas and Diana's encounter was the beginning of love blooming for them as well.

Elara Vienne hanya ingin bernyanyi. Tapi satu tawaran dari produser ternama menyeretnya ke dunia ketenaran penuh manipulasi. Di tengah gemerlap Jakarta malam, antara janji-janji manis dan ancaman tersembunyi, Elara harus memilih: mengikuti permainan mereka, atau menghancurkan sistem yang ingin mengendalikan hidupnya. Ketika lampu sorot meredup, siapa yang akan tetap berdiri?

I am a first-time writer so please enjoy... Ciara isn't your average werewolf; she's a chemically and magically altered therianthrope or a multi-shifter. Wolf, bear, owl, mouse and fox. Ever since she was found in a laboratory when she was a child by the Alpha of her pack, her shifter abilities have prevented her from getting what she truly wants... Freedom and love. When the Summer Moon Festival is held at her pack, Ciara's world is turned upside down by the people who supposedly care about her and when she finds her mate, things start taking a turn. However, he isn't just any werewolf, he is the future Alpha King. The Alpha of War. Alpha Mars doesn't want a mate, but his parents are forcing him to take a chosen mate. He is determined to leave the Summer Moon Festival without a mate. However, when he meets a corky, she-wolf with a sassy attitude, he can't stay away from her. But both Ciara and Alpha Mars intend to secretly reject the other... eventually... What happens when the mate bond is stronger than their own individual plans? What will happen when Ciara's past comes back? Will Alpha Mars accept Ciara's secrets?

Three Packs. Three Powerful Alphas. One Mate. What happens when three great Alphas discovered that not only were they mated to one Being but he also happens not to belong in their Realm. What was the Goddess thinking that she had to let this happen or she knew she's hands-tight just as the clueless Alphas since the Goddess only Son is about becoming the Luna to Three different Alphas. ***** I know guys, I suck at writing blurb, just go read if you're interested. ***** ** Mature Content. To break this down... The following story will contain erotic situations between consenting adults. So, not for children.

Trapped in a gilded cage, a defiant artist becomes entangled with a ruthless mafia Don. Valentina, a talented artist and stripper struggling to survive in the city's underbelly, witnesses a brutal act that plunges her into a world of danger. Captured by Dante Russo, the enigmatic head of the Russo famiglia, she finds herself a prisoner in his opulent mansion. Haunted by a violent past, Dante is a man shrouded in secrets, ruling with an iron fist and a hidden vulnerability. As tensions rise between rival factions vying for control of the city, an unlikely bond sparks between Valentina and Dante. She uses her art to capture the brutality and fleeting moments of tenderness within his world. But their connection is a dangerous dance. Can they navigate a web of deceit and betrayal, or will the city's dark secrets consume them both?

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.

My sister accompanies me when I go for my premarital medical checkup. When I'm preparing a urine test, I hear embarrassing sounds coming from the cubicle next door. I'm about to leave when I hear the conversation. "Keep it in you, Willow. We're doing this again if it slips out." The voice belongs to my fiancé, Zachary Hilton. The woman to whom he's speaking is Willow Langley, my sister. I dial his number hysterically to see whether it really is him, but my calls go unanswered. All I hear is the incessant ringing of a phone next door and moans alongside it. I'm rooted to the spot, too stunned to do anything. Zachary once vowed to love me for life, yet he's doing something like this with Willow prior to our wedding. The moans and pants next door take a long time to subside. Once I hear them leave, I call home, my face wet with tears. "Mom, change my husband-to-be to Thomas Hilton, Zachary's youngest uncle. I don't want to have anything to do with Zachary anymore."

On the day Yara Cullen was released from prison, it was raining. A chilly wind carried the drizzle, striking her as the media swarmed the prison gates. "Ms. Cullen, in the Crestwood Estate sexual assault case, your client lost the lawsuit and took her own life six months ago. Her mother is demanding accountability. Do you have anything to say?” "Ms. Cullen, your attorney's license has been revoked, and your mentor was forced to retire. What are your thoughts on this?" No matter how the reporters pressed, Yara kept her head down and pushed forward, forcing her way through the crowd. A black G-Wagon was parked by the roadside, where Westley Langston leaned against the car, smoking a cigarette. Beside him, Elena Cullen tugged at his arm. He turned, glancing toward the prison gates.

Nara mendapatkan peran utama dalam sebuah sandiwara. Anehnya, naskah sandiwara itu terasa sangat familiar, seperti menceritakan kembali kejadian-kejadian yang ada dalam hidupnya. Selama latihan, Nara merasa ada yang aneh dengan adegan dan dialog sandiwara tampak berhubungan langsung dengan masa lalunya, yang selama ini dia coba lupakan. Dia mulai merasa seperti hidupnya sedang dipentaskan. Nara mencari tahu lebih dalam dan menemukan bahwa sandiwara ini adalah penggambaran dari kejadian nyata dalam hidupnya, termasuk rahasia keluarga yang disembunyikan. Ada orang-orang di sekitarnya yang terlibat, termasuk Aksara, yang ternyata tahu lebih banyak dari yang seharusnya. Saat malam pementasan, Nara dihadapkan pada pilihan: mengikuti jalannya sandiwara yang akan mengungkap rahasia kelam, atau mengubah alur cerita untuk menghindari kehancuran di dunia nyata.

My family was the wealthiest in River City, with assets worth trillions. On my eighteenth birthday, my brother, Calvin Chester, gifted me an entire jewelry production line while my parents built a private museum and named it after me. The greatest hardship I’d ever faced? Learning how to spend my inheritance. Then I met Dario Darwin. For him, I cut ties with my family and helped him build his empire from scratch. But when I was three months pregnant, he demanded I drink on behalf of his assistant, Fran Fallon, a woman “slumming it” as an intern while secretly being the heiress to another fortune. “Stop pretending,” he sneered. “You’re not like Fran, raised in pampered luxury. You’re older, so act like it and take care of your juniors!” Then, to the clients leering around the table, “My wife’s just being dramatic. She can hold her liquor. Don’t hold back—pour her another!” Amid their jeers, he left with Fran, abandoning me to a room of drunken men. Years of sacrifice, only to be humiliated. I scheduled an abortion and called him. “We’re done.” Through the phone, Fran’s simpering voice chimed in, “It’s my fault that Clea is upset… I should quit and go home to my family’s billions.” “Ignore her. She’s faking it,” Dario cooed back. On the day Dario signed the divorce papers, my parents and Calvin came to take me home. Our marriage came to an end, but his tragedy was about to begin.