Novel & Cerita Who Has The Strongest Devil Fruit

Sold by her family. Betrayed by her fiancé. Scorned by the world as a "Contaminated Ghost." Evelyn Carter was supposed to die in the dark. Instead, she survived—and she didn’t come back alone. She returned with a secret fortune and a marriage to the city’s most dangerous man: Dr. Lucien Hale. He is a cold-blooded genius who keeps the elite in a chokehold. He was never supposed to love anyone, yet he kneels at the feet of the woman everyone else rejected. Now, the hunt begins. Evelyn doesn't want her life back. She wants her family’s empire in ashes. And with Lucien by her side, she won't just get revenge. She’ll take the throne. "Touch her again," Lucien smiles at her enemies, "and I'll show you how a surgeon dismantles a soul."

Three days before my wedding, I find out that my fiance, Carlo Romano, has changed the wedding venue from my mother's estate to a villa located in St. Morizia, which happens to be his childhood sweetheart, Adriana Montanari's favorite place in the whole wide world. When I'm about to confront Carlo, I overhear him complaining to his friend. "Thank goodness Adriana has a good eye for beauty! Otherwise, I'll definitely get humiliated and mocked by everyone for hosting my wedding at such a rundown place!" His friend asks, "Didn't you agree to host the wedding ceremony at her late mother's home? Aren't you worried that she might not marry you out of fury once she finds out that you changed the venue without her permission?" Carlo merely sneered in return. "Giada's family is insanely weak. Marrying me is her only path out of poverty. She can't risk losing me at all. "Besides, I've already told the wedding planner to call her and inform her about my decision. She must be booking another flight and rushing toward the new destination as we speak." Rage and humiliation swirl around in my chest. I gnash my teeth together, but I opt to turn around and walk away in the end. Three days later, Carlo's wedding goes on as usual at the snow mountain. But I never bought myself another ticket, nor did I appear at the new wedding venue. Instead, I've exchanged wedding rings with another man in Mom's manor located in Tuscanica. Carlo fails to realize that I chose to marry him not because I view him as a ticket to wealth. It's purely because I've loved him for 12 long years. I, Giada Castellani, am bold enough to show my feelings. Since I can enter a relationship, I can always exit it freely. That's why Carlo is never my one and only choice in marriage.

Alaric is a man of great wealth, marrying an ordinary girl does not make him poor. But will Alaric's encounter with Emerald, a cold girl, change Alaric's nickname as the 'Demon King' because of the way he leads a big company? Alaric does not love Emerald, and neither does Emerald. They are united by the bond of marriage only because of an arranged marriage. Stay tuned!!!

The Moon has ruled the werewolves for centuries—granting power, choosing Alphas, crowning Lunas, and demanding obedience. Nyxara was never meant to exist. Born without a howl, without a lunar mark, and without the Moon’s blessing, she should have been weak. Instead, the Moon grows dim whenever she draws near. Rituals collapse. Alphas lose control. Wolves feel hunger where faith once lived. Hidden by the Moonscar Pack and condemned by ancient law, Nyxara is whispered about as a coming disaster—until Kaelion, a Moon-bound Alpha raised to serve prophecy, crosses her path. His authority falters in her presence. His bond to the Moon fractures. And for the first time in werewolf history, the Moon does not answer its chosen Alpha. As the night sky begins to darken and packs turn on one another, forbidden truths rise from buried myths: the Moon Goddess is dying, and Nyxara is not a curse sent to destroy them. She is the vessel meant to replace her. To survive, the werewolves must choose between clinging to a fading god… or kneeling before the woman who was born to end an age.

One of the best fashion designers of the industry and a billionaire's daughter Juliana Sanders is engaged to Adrian Butler who is the son of her father's millionaire friend. Juliana often gets jealous whenever she sees her fiance with his best friend Alice Rivera who is also a model and is secretly in love with Adrian Butler. Things get changed in her life when for the first time she notices a strange guy at her birthday party. Her life gets more complicated when she realizes that the strange guy named Alberto Mathews, most of the time is following her.

Aria Blackstone spent three years praying for a miracle. The day she finally saw two red lines, she thought her life was complete. Instead, it ended. Dragged out of her husband’s mansion. Accused of trying to kill another woman’s child. Humiliated. Thrown away like nothing. And on a cold, lonely roadside… Aria lost the baby she had begged the universe for. Her husband never looked back. But someone else did. Aiden Blackstone... Gabriel’s estranged and untouchable billionaire stepbrother. A man who should have hated her. A man she barely noticed standing in the shadows of her broken marriage. A man who carried her bleeding body into his hospital… and into a world she never knew she deserved. With nowhere left to go, Aria must rebuild her shattered life inside Aiden’s mansion, unaware she is stepping straight into the heart of a man who has silently watched her fall apart for years. Gabriel wants her back. Aiden wants her safe. And Aria must choose between the billionaire who destroyed her… and the billionaire who saved her.

To say that it was a love is an understatement, Tess White was obsessed with the one who hates her guts, and was completely in love with the idea of falling in love with Callum Anderson ever since she was young. However,Callum had a highschool sweetheart and life was at bliss for him until his world collided with Tessa and the next thing he knew, he was married to the girl he hated the most.

I was engaged at eight o’clock. By nine, I was invisible. Elara Sinclair’s engagement ends in front of cameras and Manhattan’s elite when her fiancé carries another woman out and never looks back. The world watches. The lie spreads. And sympathy is given to the wrong woman. But accidents can be planned. Victims can be fake. And love can be weaponized. Elara refuses to stay silent in a world built to erase her—and the truth is far more dangerous than anyone expects.

It was not until after I married Bennett that I found out he had a clingy little childhood friend who loved to play the victim. On the very first day of our marriage, at dinner, I simply asked Bennett to pass me a bite of food. She immediately exploded. "Holly, you're disgusting! Bennett already used those utensils, and you seriously asked him to serve you food? What, don't you have hands?" I froze, completely blindsided. Before I could even react, Bennett put down his spoon and went straight to her, wrapping her in his arms like she was the one who had been wronged. Then he turned to me and said I should just get my own food from now on. However, honestly, wasn't it normal for a husband to serve his wife a bite? What was so outrageous about that? I barely got a word out before Bennett shut me down in a low, firm voice. "That's final. If Rosie doesn't like it, then we're not doing it. End of discussion."

The day my mother brought her childhood sweetheart back to the villa, my father—who had already quit smoking—stood on the balcony and smoked through the entire night. Back then, his colleagues at the research institute all envied him for having a wife who was a CEO. They said he should have stayed home and enjoyed life—why work so hard outside when all he needed to do was keep a firm grip on the household finances? But my father never agreed. "Those things are all external," he would say. "As long as the feelings are still there, we'll be fine whether we're rich or poor. And if one day she no longer loves me, I'll leave with nothing and walk away alone." He never expected his words to become prophecy. My mother truly did stop loving him. Later, when she appeared before the media, arm in arm with that man, my father didn't look back. He boarded a flight overseas and disappeared from our lives. And as I stared at the photo in my social feed—my fiancée's hand entwined with someone else's—I knew it was time for me to leave too, just like my father had.