White Karma Seal

The day I decided to donate my body to science, my family gathered around my adopted sister, Hailey, celebrating her acceptance into a cutting-edge experimental treatment program. The one with brain cancer was supposed to be me. But Hailey used my husband Zane's position at the hospital to swap her healthy medical records with my terminal diagnosis, stealing the one chance I had to survive. And the worst part? Everyone cheered her on. The pain became too much. I fought to stay present, only to overhear the nurses whispering, "It's a good thing Dr. Zane secured that spot for Hailey. They said she only had three days left." So, in the last 72 hours of my life, I quietly let go of everything. When I gave Hailey the original manuscripts of my novels I had poured my heart and soul into, my father and brother gave me a satisfied smile. When Zane decided to grant Hailey her dying wish by marrying her, he handed me the divorce papers. I signed without a moment's hesitation. He sighed and praised me for finally being "so reasonable." And when I was the one who coaxed our daughter, Olivia, into calling Hailey "Mommy," Olivia gushed that her new mom was the best. "Don't worry," Zane soothed. "We're just keeping it safe for now. Once she's gone, it'll all come back to you." I gave Hailey everything I had, just like they wanted. So why, when they find out this was all Hailey's vicious lie, do they come crying, saying I'm the one they wanted all along?

Setelah hamil, tiap malam suami pergi lari malam. Hari ini dia buru-buru keluar, hanya pakai smartwatch, lupa bawa handphone. Aku tanpa sengaja melihat beberapa pesan yang dia kirimkan kepada rekan wanita. [Datang numpang makan nggak? Sekalian makan aku juga.] [Malam ini nggak ada nafsu makan, hanya mau makan kamu aja.] Sup ayam yang tadi dia suapin aku, rasanya sedang bergolak di dalam perutku. Kalau nggak salah, dia barusan kenalin rekan wanita ini ke adikku.

I was eight months pregnant and had just gone into labor, but my Alpha mate, Damien, locked me in a silver cage in the basement to delay my labor. When I cried out for help, he just told me to wait. Because his late brother's mate, Victoria, was also giving birth that day. The Pack Seer had foretold that only the firstborn pup would be blessed by the Moon Goddess and become the future Alpha. "The title belongs to Victoria's child," he said. "She lost Marcus. She has nothing. You already have all my love, Elena. The silver cage will make sure you deliver after her." The contractions were torture. I begged him to take me to the clinic. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "Stop pretending. I should've known you never loved me. All you've ever cared about is wealth and status!" "To force your labor early, just to steal what belongs to my nephew… You're truly wicked." Pale and trembling, I whispered: "The pup is coming, I can't stop it. Please, I'll make a blood oath. I don't care about the inheritance. I only love you!" He scoffed."If you loved me, you wouldn’t have forced Victoria into that contract to give up her pup’s birthright. I'll come back for you after she delivers. After all, that's my pup in there, too." He stood guard outside Victoria's delivery room. Only after he saw the newborn pup in her arms did he remember me. He ordered his Beta to release me. But the Beta's voice trembled. "Luna… and the pup… they're dead." And in that moment, Damien went feral.

Yasa selalu muak dengan sikap istrinya, Qiera, yang hanya bisa berdiam diri di rumah tanpa bisa melakukan apa-apa. Rumah dibiarkan berantakan, anak-anak menangis, dan cucian kotor di mana-mana. Akan tetapi, Yasa merasakan ada sesuatu yang hilang ketika Qiera berubah. Bahkan sikapnya pun menjadi dingin. Apa sebenarnya yang membuat Qiera berubah dan apa yang akan dilakukan Yasa untuk mengembalikan istrinya? Atau justru Qiera memilih untuk mundur?

My husband’s first love and I were kidnapped at the same time. As a professional negotiator, my husband rushed to the scene as soon as possible to save us. When the kidnappers agreed to release one hostage, he chose to let them keep me to protect her. I knelt on the ground, desperately begging him to save me first, but his face was expressionless. “Tammy is still a virgin. If she’s raped, she won’t be able to handle it.” “You’re different. You’re already married to me. Even if something happens to you, I won’t hold it against you.” He shoved me toward the kidnappers. He probably didn’t know I was three months pregnant, and he was about to become a father.

My grandfather, Terry Sims, suffered from bipolar disorder and was prone to anger and mood swings. My mother, Catherine, was his only chill pill. On the day they were hunted down by enemies, my mom went into early labor and lost her life in an attempt to save him. Devastated, my grandfather could not see a way out of his disorder and poured all his love into me. He would pull out the tongues of those who mocked me and fed them to the dogs. The families of those who hurt me would meet their end. It was known to the people of Mistvale that the granddaughter of Terry Sims was untouchable. Due to my congenital heart disease, he reluctantly sent me abroad for medical treatment. After my surgery, I rushed back to his side for his birthday, thinking of giving him a surprise. However, I was mistaken for a gold digger by a carer and locked in the basement. “Of all the things you can do for your age, you throw yourself at men. Since your parents won’t restrain your behavior, I’ll have to do it for them.” She pulled out my tongue, dumped acid all over me, and dug out my snewly transplanted heart to give as a birthday gift to my grandfather, who had been waiting for my return. “Mr. Sims, the skank tried to impersonate Ms. Sims, but I got everything sorted out for you.”

WARNING! Mengandung adegan kekerasan dan seksual eksplisit, serta mengangkat tema trauma psikologis yang menimbulkan perasaan tidak nyaman. *** Bagaimana jika seorang detektif andal yang menyimpan trauma, terobsesi pada seorang penulis amatir, yang naskah fiksinya menjadi panduan pembunuhan berantai? *** SINOPSIS Gregory Evans, seorang detektif dengan masa lalu kelam, tak bisa mengenyahkan bayangan seorang wanita muda berambut pirang dan bermata hijau yang tak sengaja bertabrakan dengannya di depan stasiun kereta api bawah tanah. Greg bahkan menyimpan lembaran judul naskah cerita kriminal yang jatuh dari tangan wanita itu. Yang mengejutkan, judul naskah itu ditemukan di sebuah TKP pembunuhan di samping jasad korban. Hal yang mengindikasikan bahwa pembunuhan tersebut adalah pertunjukan yang meniru fiksi. Greg segera melacak wanita pemilik naskah tersebut yang tak lain adalah Tara Bradley, seorang pustakawan pemalu yang terobsesi menjadi penulis sukses. Tara yang menggunakan nama pena 'Violet Crow' mengakui telah menulis naskah itu sebagai fantasi balas dendam atas para penulis yang telah mencuri idenya. Kini, wanita itu dihantui oleh naskahnya sendiri. Seseorang di luar sana mewujudkan fantasinya tanpa perasaan, tanpa kompromi. Greg yang menyadari bahwa Tara adalah pusat dari misteri ini, terjebak di antara tugasnya sebagai detektif dan ketertarikan pribadi yang tumbuh sejak awal pertemuan mereka. Dia berpacu dengan waktu untuk mengungkap identitas sang pembunuh sebelum babak selanjutnya dari The Silent Slasher terwujud. Sekaligus mempertaruhkan karirnya karena terlibat hubungan terlarang dengan Tara.

Aku dan Mas Rama sudah menikah selama tiga tahun. Dari awal menikah tak ada yang aneh dari suamiku itu, kami juga tinggal disebuah rumah di kota dan ia bekerja disebuah Pabrik kain. Karena permintaan Ibu mertua yang ingin mengurus cucu pertamanya akhirnya kami pulang ke desa disaat usia kandunganku memasuki sembilan bulan. Sementara Mas Rama berhenti bekerja dan katanya ia ingin membantu bisnis keluarga. Dahulu aku tak menemukan adanya hal aneh saat beberapa kali berkunjung ke rumah ibu. Tetapi sekarang keanehan demi keanehan muncul didepan mataku, membuatku merasa takut. Apakah mungkin suami Sarah dan keluarganya orang jahat? Apa rahasia besar yang disembunyikan suami Sarah dan mertuanya? Sanggupkah Sarah menguak semua rahasia itu?

The financially disadvantaged student I was sponsoring secretly went behind my back and sold my small island, which was worth two billion dollars. I was furious and confronted her, but she publicly slandered me in front of the entire school. She exclaimed, "I saw you doing unspeakable things with eighteen men on that island! You're still young and you can't keep making mistakes like this. I sold the island for your own good!" I was so enraged that I kicked her to the ground and prepared to call the police, but my brother stopped me. He and my fiancé stood in front of the student, protecting her. They accused me of being violent and in need of medical treatment. Before I could resist, they joined forces and threw me into a psychiatric hospital, where I died that night from food poisoning. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I discovered the island had been sold.

My mother despised me because I was the unintended consequence of a one-night stand. She poured all her love and attention into her students, treating them as if they were her own flesh and blood. One day, when her favourite pupil confessed his feelings for me, she flew into a rage. She slapped me hard across the face and called me a whore. Years later, as Alzheimer's clouded her mind, she forgot I even existed, yet still remembered every single one of her precious students. The irony was that not one of them ever came to visit her in the nursing home. They all loathed her just as much as I did.