Where Is The Justice Death Note

Our eyes met and I know he is the one, Fleur taught as he gazed at Zeeb's eyes, it's as if time has stopped and she is under his spell. She knows what it means for her, an Immortal will fall in love and nothing can stop her. However, she can't be with him, when she is already betrothed to Ezra a descendant of the most powerful Immortal that ever walked on earth. Zeeb on the other hand knew that the first time Fleur walked inside the halls of Willow Creek High that she is the one. He was gravitationally pulled to her and the glowing heat his elders told him about suddenly filled him. He has imprinted on her. Can their love survive the secrets that they keep and the war brewing between two powerful clans of immortals and lycans? Or will their love end in tragedy like the powerful saying "Ubi amor, ibi dolor" - "Where there's love, there's pain?

"What perfume are you wearing Eriantha?" He inhaled her scent, the best Top Note he has ever come across. "I am a perfumer Mr.Karwitz" She rasped with an enticing nervousness, "I am not supposed to wear perfumes." Darcel Karwitz, the CEO of a top-notch perfume brand, who has hated perfumes with an unequivocal passion his entire life. Perfumes remind him of nothing but his revenge, because of his biological father Viktor Cedine, who is the owner of the most expensive perfume brand in the market, and he had abandoned his mother while she was pregnant. Darcel's only goal is to destroy that man and what better way could there be than to ruin his pride, the very brand that has made him the man Viktor is! Eriantha Reux is the best perfumer, who hides behind a pseudonym running a small online business nobody knows about, until Darcel Karwitz discovers her. He wants her skills for his goal, his revenge. But, there are more secrets to Eriantha than it appears. She wants something more than the job, she wants his name, for she has people to protect. They both need something each other. It was supposed to be all business... But then everything goes wrong, as for the first time Darcel is hooked by a scent, her unique scent. Now he doesn't want to let her go. Here's what this book promises: #marriageofconvinience #Revenge #Hefallsfirst #BrilliantFMC #Steamyromance #HEA #karwitzinloveseries #book1 #DualPov

"Jika keadilan bisa dibeli, siapa yang akan melawannya?" Bagi Cassandra Sinclair, kebenaran bukan sekadar prinsip, melainkan obsesi yang membakar setiap langkahnya. Sebagai jurnalis investigasi, dia tak segan melanggar aturan demi membongkar sindikat hukum korup yang telah merenggut ayahnya bertahun-tahun lalu. Dengan keberanian dan kecerdasannya, Cassandra memasuki dunia yang penuh kebohongan dan bahaya, ditemani oleh Elias Rowe, sahabat masa kecil sekaligus seorang peretas jenius dari keluarga miliarder yang memiliki akses ke rahasia terdalam para elite. Di sisi lain, Alexander Carter, seorang pengacara idealis, percaya bahwa hukum adalah benteng terakhir keadilan. Namun, semakin banyak kasus yang ia tangani, semakin jelas baginya bahwa hukum bukan lagi tentang benar atau salah, tetapi tentang siapa yang memiliki kekuasaan lebih besar. Perlahan, ia mulai kehilangan keyakinannya terhadap sistem yang seharusnya ia bela. Ketika sebuah investigasi membawa Cassandra dan Alexander ke dalam pusaran konspirasi berbahaya, mereka dipaksa bekerja sama meskipun memiliki prinsip yang bertentangan—Cassandra yang percaya bahwa kebenaran harus diungkap dengan segala cara, dan Alexander yang tetap berusaha memperjuangkan hukum dengan caranya sendiri. Namun, musuh mereka bukanlah orang biasa. Drakos Moreau, seorang pebisnis yang menjalankan jaringan kriminal di balik layar, dan Lucian Graves, pengacara bayangan yang ahli memanipulasi hukum, hanya sebagian kecil dari ancaman yang mereka hadapi. Di balik semua ini, ada sosok yang lebih gelap dan lebih berbahaya—MR. PHANTOM, bayangan yang mengendalikan hukum, politik, dan kejahatan dengan satu gerakan halus. Saat kebenaran mulai terungkap, nyawa mereka dipertaruhkan. Siapa yang benar-benar bisa dipercaya? Siapa yang sebenarnya menarik tali di balik layar? Dan seberapa jauh mereka harus melangkah untuk melawan sistem yang telah lama bobrok?  Dalam dunia di mana keadilan bisa dibeli, hanya mereka yang berani melawan arus yang bisa bertahan. Tapi berapa harga yang harus dibayar?

After a full week of night shifts, I make a fatal mistake—injecting my son, Ricky Lambert, with phenobarbital, mistaking it for an antibiotic. The injection stops his breathing instantly, and the hospital soon declares him brain-dead. My husband, Terence Lambert, completely falls apart when he hears the news. The only thing that calms him is holding his nephew, Ryan Lambert, who looks so much like Ricky. So, I give up my transfer to Harborstone to Wendy Larson, my brother-in-law's wife. I even agree to adopt her son. Because of that mistake, I work hard and endure Terence's coldness day after day without a word of complaint. Ten years later, when Wendy returns home a success, that's when I accidentally overhear her speaking with Terence. "Back then, to help me get residency at Harborstone, you swapped the medicine and killed your own son. Do you really not regret it?" Terence sneers. "Of course not. I promised I'd help you rise above the rest. And I know Rosalie too well. If she knows there is a chance to go back to Harborstone, she'll fight you for it to the bitter end. "I have to use Ricky's death to trap her for good. It also gives me the perfect excuse to make her raise our son, so you can focus on your career without any burden." I can't believe what I'm hearing. I run out the door and accidentally fall into a raging river. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the very day the hospital declares Ricky dead.

Ryll Alcantara, a regretful woman who loves to read. She fell inlove not just on the book itself, but for a low key and famous Author of her favorite novel. She always wanted to meet the guy behind it. The man that she admire the most. She doesn't want to date an Engineer nor a Lawyer, but she wants a portentous Author. And she was that woman behind his every Author's note.

The scholarship student, Izzy Waite, whom Craig Green had been funding, decided to seek some thrills by engaging in group intimacy in the open sea. They messed around in a way that drew blood and unintentionally attracted a shark. I risked my life to drag her back to shore. Once we made it to land, I warned her the ocean was full of bacteria and that she should get a check-up, just in case. She nodded and pretended to listen. However, the moment I turned my back, she ran to Craig, claiming I’d slandered her reputation. She even threatened to throw herself back into the ocean in some dramatic attempt to end it all. Craig was furious. Without giving me a chance to explain, he shoved me into the mouth of a massive, still-living shark. I beat against the inside of that monster’s stomach, screaming for help. The fishermen on the beach panicked at the sight. “Mr. Craig, please. This’ll kill her!” Craig simply held the weeping Izzy in his arms and sneered. “I heard people can survive inside a shark for a whole month. Doesn’t she love studying marine biology? Now, she can do some real research from inside.” Trapped in utter darkness, I curled up, gently cradling my belly. “Baby, this time, Mommy can’t protect you…” One month later, Craig finally came to gut the shark himself and bring me home. Unfortunately, all he found on the wind-swept shore was a skeleton.

A flicker of hope, a spark amidst the neon grime of New Shanghai. Anya, a slave to the Volkov Mafia, had long buried her emotions under layers of calloused defiance. Years of servitude had carved a burning desire for vengeance into her soul. Then, a whisper of rebellion arrived – a message smuggled in a package, hinting at a Volkov family secret. Anya's heart, long numbed, stuttered awake. This wasn't just a chance to escape; it was a weapon. A weapon to dismantle the empire that had stolen her life, her family, everything. But the path to freedom was a razor's edge. Fear gnawed at her, a constant companion in the Volkov's watchful gaze, their merciless enforcers lurking in every shadow. Yet, a flicker of something else bloomed – a strange, almost forgotten warmth, a sliver of the person she used to be. Could she trust it? As Anya navigated the labyrinth of lies and high-tech security, a deeper truth unfolded. This Volkov secret wasn't just about her escape; it was a key to exposing a far-reaching conspiracy, one that could reshape the city's criminal web. Suddenly, Anya's burning desire for revenge transformed. It wasn't just about herself anymore. It was about a sliver of justice, a chance to dismantle a system that preyed on the weak. But with this newfound purpose came a terrifying weight of responsibility. Was she strong enough to risk everything, to ignite a war she might not survive? The weight of human emotions – fear, anger, and a desperate yearning for freedom – threatened to suffocate her. The price of vengeance was steep, and Anya had to decide if she had the strength to pay it.

After my daughter was seriously injured in a car accident and suffered heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. When it was time to sign the surgical consent form, the nurse suddenly snapped the medical file shut and pressed it down firmly. "Hospital regulations state that only immediate family members can sign the surgical consent form. What proof do you have that you are the child's father?" I was stunned. "She is my biological daughter. Do I still need to prove it to you?" The nurse retorted, "Birth certificates can be forged. How do we know the child wasn't abducted by you? If you cannot prove it, we cannot proceed with the surgery." Seeing the nurse's self-righteous expression, I trembled with anger. "I am signing the surgical consent form for my own biological daughter. Do I need to provide DNA evidence as well?" She curled her lip. "These are hospital regulations. We are being responsible for the patient. If you cannot prove the child is yours, we will report you to the police for child trafficking." After saying that, she actually called security to report it and loudly accused me of being a human trafficker. Report me to the police? I took out my police uniform from my bag and put it on. I'd show her what a split-second response was.

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.

A mysterious girl, known to be heartlessly cold, with a gun in her hand. Two criminals on the tip of her gunpoint, shivering and begging her for mercy, who used to be proud of their tremendous power. A secretive guy who fell in love with that girl and trusted her blindly, without knowing who she was. A child in the middle of the chaos to be protected and kept away from the fire of revenge. And a shadow secretly controlling the whole game and playing with their lives. The pawns are chosen and the war has begun. They're all trapped in this maze of secrets and revenge, holding each other at gunpoints. The maze gets more twisted with each step they take and the only thing that can get them out of there... is Death.