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Le jour de mon mariage, mon fiancé, Gervais Rodier, a brutalement mis fin à la cérémonie. Tout ça, à cause d'un simple post de Léonie annonçant son retour en France. Gervais a jeté l'alliance qu'il avait lui-même dessinée, puis est parti sans un regard en arrière. Je suis restée là, immobile, dans ma robe de mariée. Jasmin, mon frère, qui me soutenait, a fini par lâcher mon bras : « Clara, tu as toujours été forte. Je sais que tu peux gérer ça seule. Là, c'est Léonie qui a le plus besoin de moi. » Sur ces mots, il est parti, lui aussi. Ils m'ont abandonnée, pour la même femme. Le soir, après avoir réglé les derniers détails de ce mariage raté, j'ai reçu une photo de Léonie. Sur l'image, Gervais et Jasmin veillaient tous deux à son chevet. Le collier fabriqué par Gervais était autour de son cou, et la robe de mariée dessinée par Jasmin enveloppait son corps. Tout cela… aurait dû m'appartenir… C'était à ce moment-là que j'ai abandonné tout espoir. Les larmes aux yeux, j'ai composé un numéro : « Papa, maman… J'ai changé d'avis. Je veux rentrer chez nous. »

For the past twenty years white werewolves were hunted and killed in the White War for their superior powers, but now Alpha Elias must put an end to the views of this war to protect his kin . Even being the most powerful Alpha in the tri-state area, will he be able to put an end to the myths surrounding white wolves? Or will he fail to protect his family?

Sebuah persekongkolan keji memperebutkan jabatan kepala kampung membuat Wijaya Kusuma kehilangan ayah dan ibu. Bahkan ia nyaris terbunuh pula dalam satu peristiwa berdarah yang membuatnya terpisah dari kedua orang tua. Beruntung seorang tua sakti dari lereng Gunung Kelud datang sebagai dewa penolong. Satu windu menghilang, Wijaya Kusuma muncul kembali sebagai seorang pendekar muda nan tangguh. Tujuannya hanya satu: menuntut balas! Berbekal sebuah senjata pusaka bernama Golok Naga, Wijaya lantas dikenal sebagai Pendekar Golok Naga. // Ikuti penulis di Instagram, Tiktok dan Facebook dengan follow akun @keborawis. Baca juga karya lainnya di https://karyakarsa.com/keborawis.

I always knew who I was born to be ,but the white crystal goddess of my pack had other plans for me . My great-grandmother the leader of the white pack , and the great white wolf protected our pack from other wolf packs . We were the strongest after the annihilation of the strongest pack which ever lived , - THE BLOOD PACK . A pack everyone believes were blood suckers I am supposed to become the next GREAT WHITE WOLF after my great grandmother but our white crystal goddess rejects me . I am to be the next great protector of my pack , but I'm unable to shift ,. I need help to protect my people from other dangerous packs out there Not until I soon found out our crystal goodness plans for me , mating me to the strongest dark alpha , the only survivor of the BLOOD PACK whom I later found out to be an hybrid, an abomination. even knowing it's dangerous ,I could never care less just for the protection of my people I took me years ,but I found him and together we made a deal , a stupid deal that must be kept a secret from my pack ,else I'd be banished forever or killed --I offer him my blood for protection of my people. I am Arabella the future GREAT WHITE WOLF of the white crystal pack . At least I thought I was .

Amanda White, the first daughter of Baron Broke, must fulfill her destiny as the bride of the Black Prince for the sake of royal politics. Rumor had it that the Black Prince had previously killed his two wives right after their first night. Unfortunately, Amanda White had no other choice but to undergo the forced marriage. On the other hand, the Black Prince also felt burdened to marry Amanda White, because she was a distant relative of the Queen, someone he hated the most. Various conflicts also colored the marriage and the twists and turns of royal affairs. Would Amanda White be able to find happiness in the forced marriage? Did the Black Prince even know what 'love' was?

-C’EST SOIT CE MARIAGE, SOIT LA TAULE ! QUAND MARYA QUITTE MOSCOU POUR ASSISTER AU MARIAGE DE SA SŒUR JUMELLE, ELLE NE SE DOUTAIT PAS UNE SEULE SECONDE DU DRAME AUQUEL ELLE SERAIT SUJETTE MAIS AUSSI ET SURTOUT, QUE C’EST ELLE QUI MARCHERA JUSQU’À L’AUTEL EN ROBE BLANCHE POUR DIRE « OUI » À ASHER PAVAROTTI. LE VRAI PROBLÈME N’EST PAS DE JOUER LA MARIÉE DE SUBSTITUTION MAIS D’ÊTRE MADAME PAVAROTTI CAR ASHER EST TOUT SAUF LE MARI QU’ELLE AURAIT SOUHAITÉ AVOIR…

I'd been gone three months, growing our turf. Came home to find some chick in my robe, on my couch, sipping my wine. I called security. Lesson time. Then Damon—my husband, who only mattered because he married me—jumped in front of her. "It was a drunken mistake. She's just some poor girl. You're not seriously gonna flip over this, right?" I slapped him. "A trophy like you thinks he gets a say now?" Instead of shutting up, he asked for a divorce. For her. Cool. I said yes. He thought ditching me meant freedom. What he didn't get? Without me, he was nobody.

Riya Lance was born into power but never freedom. Daughter of a ruthless hotel tycoon and heir to a fading fashion empire, her life was nothing but a cage wrapped in gold. That cage shattered the night she stood before all and declared her divorce, blowing apart the merger that bound her family to the feared Moreau dynasty. She was betrayed, ambushed, and thrown into the sea. She should have died. Instead, she survived; scarred, with broken memories and a burning need for revenge. With new allies in the shadows, Riya rose again, building herself into a ghost powerful enough to strike back. But the deeper she digs, the darker the truth becomes. The Moreaus were only pawns. The true mastermind is the Don; an unseen hand tied to her near death experience, her father’s sins, and the only man she ever trusted: Mateo Rutherfurd. Once her guide. Now her rival. As empires crumble and buried secrets rise, Riya must choose; between love and vengeance, blood and freedom. Because reclaiming her legacy will cost her everything… and survival may demand an unbelievable sacrifice.

Ever felt being just a white paper having nothing written? Or a white crayon? Like feeling useless? Cause I do. I'm Amira. A Blank Canvas.

“ Take off your robes,” Ava heard the command and the other slaves obeyed almost immediately. They took off their robes, and their almost naked body came into view except for the tiny little lace that covered nothing but their nipples and balls. The male slave's dick dangled and Ava looked away, still clutching her robe to herself. How could she undress in front of this multitude? What kind of humiliation was this? The audience erupted into murmurs, indecent comments flying from every corner. “ Steele, you slave seemed to be a disobedient one,” Ava heard the man's stern words and she turned to see Jacob’s stern gaze on her. She gulped and slowly let go of her robe. It fell to the ground and the audience gasped at the sight of her nakedness. Her hands clenched into fists by her side, resisting the urge to pick her robe from the floor and cover herself from their lustful eyes. “ Shit! How did Jacob get himself such a perfect slave?” Panic gripped Ava. No. It cannot be what she is thinking. She wasn't about to fuck these people. No. Jacob cannot make her do this. I was only his tool for power and revenge. I should have known he was no ordinary man but knowing wouldn't have changed anything. I was helpless, trapped with no choice and he was my savior from the Slave den back then. My hatred for him wouldn’t have allowed me to go with someone else. It’s not like I had a choice to choose my buyer. He was the highest bidder and I’m a commodity he bought from an illegal market. A commodity he has great plans for. His tool for power and revenge but I hate that my heart palpates for him.