Who Killed Phone Guy

Sophia's life was normal until she discovered that she was not a human. After her mother's murder, Sophia learns that the killer was the Alpha of the Soul Moon packs. She decides to take revenge, but then something unexpected happens. Sophia's life takes a dramatic turn after she becomes the Luna of the very same Alpha she vowed to avenge. Now, she is torn between her desire for revenge and her growing feelings for the Alpha. Experience the thrilling story of "Luna who hated her Alpha", where Sophia's journey from seeking vengeance to falling in love is a roller coaster ride filled with unexpected twists and turns that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Shocking revelations, unsuspected truths, and above all an extraordinary destiny await Sophia in her quest for revenge.

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.

Have you ever had a dream and it feels so real or it feels like déjà vu ? Stella Bill Klein the only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Klein popularly known to be the richest in the whole of America. Stella is known to be the beauty goddess of America with good heart and very hardworking. Though Stella has it all, she is not happy. You want to know why , because of her constant nightmare. The repetition of the same nightmare gets her very worried. What happens when David King a very proud, rich,arrogant and powerful man comes into Stella's life just to take revenge but later falls in love with Stella... Want to know what the nightmare is and who David King really is, follow up and don't miss any part of this novel.

Vira menaruh obat khusus ke minuman Dylan. Obat pun beraksi ke tubuh, yang membuat Dylan kelimpungan dan ingin menuntaskan dengan seorang wanita. Vira menyodorkan diri ke Dylan. Pria ini tidak mau terjebak dengan perawat genit tersebut, akhirnya sekuat tenaga pulang. Sesampai di rumah, Dylan telah mengguyur kepala dengan air es, tetapi tidak berefek. Akhirnya, dia nekad menuntaskan itu kepada Adista (perawat mamanya). Pagi hari Adista menghilang. Dylan kebingungan mencari keberadaan Adista. Bagaimana nasib Adista?

Trisha is being haunted by her pasts she wanted to forget. They keep coming back and she knows she needed to face them in order to move on. But what if one of it makes her tremble with fear while the other one was with a mix of desire? Can she really escape them? What she doesn't know is that one is willing to protect her no matter what, even binding and branding her with the devil's possession to do so.

Leo Lovera was a capo, and he always thought I was just a housewife who couldn’t survive without him. He brought a woman, Sophia Costa, back to the estate. He dressed her in my silk robes, doused her in my perfume, and then pretended like he was being thoughtful by offering me a bowl of stew with only a few slices of meat. Leo scowled at me and snapped, “Sophia’s kind-hearted. Don’t be ungrateful. If it weren’t for the fact that you have no family, I’d have thrown you into the sea to feed the fish a long time ago.” No family? I laughed. He had no idea I was the daughter of the Orlen Family's Don, a Mafia princess in every sense. To honor a five-year agreement with the Don, I had been living under a hidden identity, keeping all my sharp edges carefully tucked away. He had said that for five years, I had to live as a normal woman and protect the Family’s territory. I couldn't ever truly inherit his empire without doing so. Five years. And today was the last day. Leo had just shattered that agreement with his own hands. In doing so, he freed me. I pulled out the satellite phone and dialed a number. Ten minutes later, the Family’s legal counsel arrived, flanked by men in black suits. They knocked on the door, and Bruce Sinclair bowed to me the moment he stepped inside. “Principessa Anna, the Don has entrusted the estate to you.”

On the day of his funeral, I discovered that my fiance, Zachary Gray, had come back to life. His friend says teasingly, "You sure know how to stage an act, Zachary. Your fiancee cried so much over your fake death that she almost went blind!" Zachary smiles indifferently and says, "Stepping into marriage is like taking one foot into the grave. Of course, I have to have some fun first." I stand in the shadows and watch him bend down to kiss another woman. He then points at the tombstone I had carefully and painstakingly carved for him, laughing until he can't catch his breath. Watching him, I feel like an utter fool. I take out my phone and call my father. "Dad, since Zachary is dead, our engagement is null. Let's pull out of the collaboration with the Gray family's company."

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.

She thought she could resist him, but the Alpha who ruined her life awakened desires she never knew existed, leaving her torn between danger and obsession.