Who Is Hashirama Son

Vanessa terbangun di kamar rumah sakit dalam keadaan amnesia. Dia tidak mengenal dirinya, orang sekitarnya bahkan masa lalunya. Ternyata dia adalah seorang anak gadis kaya raya, cantik serta mempunya tunangan tampan dan kaya raya bernama Dirga. Namun ternyata Dirga sama sekali tidak mencintainya dan pertunangan tersebut hanyalah perjanjian politik antar perusahaan kedua orangtua mereka. Mampukah Vanessa mengembalika ingatannya? Serta membuat Dirga balik mencintainya?

I had just gotten home when a parent in my son’s class group chat erupted: [Ms. Zinn, what kind of place are you running? Do you let just any random stray off the street become a teacher?] [My daughter came home, grabbed two forks, and tried to jump off the balcony. She said it was Miss Never who told her to!] The homeroom teacher panicked and denied it at once, insisting there was no such person as Miss Never at the kindergarten. She even posted the official teaching schedule in the chat to prove it. On the security footage, there was not a single trace of this so-called Miss Never. However, later, my son whispered to me in secret, “Mom, Miss Never is an old lady with a cat’s face.” “She says only kids can see her.”

After being assigned to become a chaperone to younger entities of the dark by his alpha father, Cameron Thompson was determined to do exactly that to prove himself. Not wanting anything but to impress his parents his whole life, Cameron's life has always just been about doing whatever they want, even if it sometimes meant prioritizing them more than himself. Babysitting troubled witches and vampires can get quite hard. You have to deal with blood suckers and entitled brats who basically just make hexes around and cause trouble most of the time. But Cameron was a professional and everything was going smoothly until one young black witch was brought into the coven who was just purely trouble. Cameron did everything to do his job accordingly and keep his professionalism, but as time passed by he started falling for this creature who can't, and isn't, suppose to feel love.

Gadis itu masih terbaring dengan posisi yang sama, yang berbeda hanyalah kelembapan di bawah matanya. Rino menyentuhnya dan mengelapnya dengan tisu. “Tak apa jika kau ingin seperti ini, aku akan tetap menemanimu. Tenang saja, Lucy. Sampai kapanpun, bahkan ketika misiku telah usai. Aku masih belum yakin, ada apa denganku. Tetapi aku akan berada di sini, ya, di sisimu, menyiapkan bahuku jika kau perlu.” “Sebenarnya aku tidak yakin juga akan hal itu, tetapi, ya ..., lupakanlah,” ia berkata. Tangannya meraih kursi yang ada di samping meja lampu. Ia pikir mungkin akan mengobrol dengan raga gadis yang kosong ini sesaat. “Sangat langka momen seperti ini, momen di mana kau, Lucy, bisa menerima semua yang kukatakan. Bukan berarti aku senang kau seperti ini. Ini sangat susah untuk diceritakan, tetapi aku akan memberitahumu.” “Separuh dirimu adalah diriku, dan separuhnya lagi adalah dirinya. Dan takdirmu sangat tidak bisa diterima bagimu, itu dapat dilihat dari keadaanmu saat ini. Misiku adalah mengawasimu sebagai musuh, tetapi aku malah mengawasimu sebagai orang terdekatmu. Kau mengerti maksudku, bukan?”

Paige got pregnant by a bad boy in high school. Two years later, after many sacrifices and without having any contact other than phone calls, she and the father of her child reunite. Can they live together for the sake of their shared child? Can the bad boy not be so bad?

Talia never expected her worst nightmare to be her destined mate. Kade, the boy who made her life a living hell, the one she swore she’d never forgive turned out to be the one fate chose for her. Now bound by a force stronger than hate, Talia must decide if love can bloom where pain once lived… or if some scars run too deep.

She was always the shadow. He was always chasing the light. Lavinia Hartwell had learned early that love was rarely for girls like her. She was the quiet one, the overlooked one—always second to her luminous best friend, Verity Langford. Even Henry Wynthorne, the boy whose compassion had unexpectedly caught her heart in high school, only had eyes for Verity. But years change people. Henry’s dreams of studying abroad collapsed with his father’s death. Verity left. Success became his only compass, and alcohol his only escape. And somehow, in the wreckage, there was Lavinia—never demanding, never judging, quietly holding him together in ways he never noticed… until she was gone. When an arranged engagement threatened to give her to him, Henry assumed she was being forced into it and set her free. Lavinia smiled, thanked him—and walked away, taking with her the steady presence he had taken for granted. Only then did Henry begin to notice the ache. The way her absence unsettled him. The way another man’s hand on her waist ignited a heat that was not anger, but something darker, sharper, and dangerously possessive. A single night blurred the lines forever—her lips on his, soft at first, then desperate, as though she’d loved him all her life. Desire flared, undeniable. But in the morning, she was gone again. Now, with Verity back and the past colliding with the present, Henry must face the truth: he no longer loves the woman he once chased. But has he realized too late who truly held his heart all along? Slow-burn, sensual, and laced with aching restraint, this is a story of unspoken devotion, of a man’s reluctant fall, and of the quiet girl who was never anyone’s first choice—until she became the only choice.

“What did you say, little wolf?” he asked. “Repeat.” I swallowed saliva down my dry throat. “I don’t belong to you,” I repeated, staring into his amber eyes. The next moment he pounced on me with predator's intensity. He pinned my wrists in one hand and forced them above my head. Pressing my body with his heavy one, he growled, “You belong to me, little wolf. Remember that. I am going to hunt you from the depths of hell if you try to run or hide.” He captured my lips in a sizzling kiss as he grounded his rock-hard erection on me. ---- After a perfect night with Violet, Dane rejects her, to marry Emily who is known to him from childhood and is the perfect choice. Feeling insulted and dejected, Violet runs away. However, Dane can't stop thinking about Violet and crazily hunts for her. At his pre-wedding party, he sees Violet with someone else. Jealousy rips his heart and this time he won't let her go, even if that means he has to break the rules. Violet resists him, because she has something precious to hide. What happens when Dane sees a pup who is his carbon copy? And he calls Violet, ‘Mom’. Will Violet accept his rejection finally? Or will she come back to him? Will Dane be able to seduce her back in his own, dark and twisted way? Or will he be forced to go back to Emily? Let the chase begin!

In our five years of marriage, I had given in to my husband, John, for a grand total of three times. The first time was during my pregnancy. He had taken his ex-girlfriend Stacy, who had once taken three bullets for him, back home and cared for her. When I became angry, he immediately sent her away once she recovered. The second time was after childbirth, when I was ready to return to work. To repay a favor, he gave the position I had worked years for to Stacy. He said it was so I could rest well. I looked at my son, who needed me, and I conceded. The third time was during our son’s birthday. In front of the entire company, he had announced that Stacy was his wife, all so she could establish herself in the company. I gave him two choices: divorce or send her away. Without hesitation, he chose the latter and immediately sent her abroad. The fourth time was when my father suddenly had a heart attack and urgently needed surgery. He disappeared again. I searched everywhere for him to cover the hospital expenses, and I finally discovered that he had gone to the airport to pick up a pregnant Stacy, who was returning to the country. Because of that, my father missed the best chance for treatment and died. I was done giving in. I disguised the divorce agreement as our son’s medical bill and tricked him into signing it. No compensation or apology would matter. I did not wish to have him near my son or myself again.

My husband took our six-year-old son to meet his first love, using him as a cover. At some point, he sent our son to buy burn cream. My sweet boy then encountered a lunatic who stabbed him to death. The pain in my heart was unbearable. When I saw the burn cream still in my son's hand, I broke down in tears. Yet, my husband called to berate me, "Look at the son you've raised, Shayla Joy! He burned Claire and didn't even apologize. Get him back here right now!"