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Kalina Adnan was thrown into another world when she wore a necklace given to her by her future mother-in-law. In a Nigella kingdom where demons and humans coexist alongside fortune tellers and witches. Surrounded by handsome demons and a myriad of royal political problems. Help reveal the evil of the black magic clan. Take on the role of a great power targeted by many. The chosen demon bride, the perfect vessel for Aurora's jewels. Will Kalina be able to return to the future or choose to stay in the Nigella Kingdom?

In Valle Vitale, nothing stays buried. Not blood, not secrets, and certainly not the dead. Auryn was trained to be sharp, silent, and dangerous. Working as a risk analyst for Obsidian—a private security firm that caters to powerful clients with darker secrets than most—was supposed to be her quiet cover. But after a savage attack on her first night, she realizes nothing about Valle Vitale is safe. The creature that mauled her wore a familiar face. The man who saved her is her cold, beautiful billionaire boss—Killian DuskBane, an Halomir. And the people she had spent all her life loathing might be her only hope of surviving what comes next. Something ancient stirs in the dark, something that once shattered the world. And now, it’s calling to her. But she's just the spark. And every faction—Mystic, Halomir, Hollowed, and human, is about to burn.

I thought heartbreak would break me. Maybe it did. But not in the way I expected. It awakened the monster inside. On the night I caught my boyfriend of five years with another woman, something snapped inside me. I wore rage like an outfit. Claws tore through my skin. I heard voices in my head, voices I was certain weren’t mine. Then he appeared. Darian McAlister, the Lycan prince, all shades of danger wrapped in silver hair and flaming eyes. He saved me from myself that night, and then, accidentally marked me. Now, I'm tied to the man who's already betrothed to another. A man who wants nothing to do with me, and has made that clear. A man who still lurks in the shadows, waiting for something. And to make things worse, the Lycan family wants me dead, because the blood flowing through my veins creates a bond between me and the enemy that nearly destroyed them. But fate doesn't care about politics or debts owed. The accidental marking demands blood, and if we don't complete the Lycan’s mating process… One of us dies.

She was reborn soft, sweet, and touched — surrounded by women who never learned to let go. Evangeline “Eva” Claire Maxwell — Lioré was once a brilliant, overworked woman from a cold, futuristic world. When exhaustion finally claimed her, she didn’t expect to wake up as a baby in the arms of luxury — a second chance in a modern world where time moved slower, kisses came warmer, and desire wore velvet gloves. In a world without magic, desire is its own spell. And love? It’s the most dangerous kind of possession.

"I swear on everything I have, Leylla Monroe... You won't hurt me like this. I won't let you," Vincent said, his voice shaking with anger. She smiled, calm and daring. "It's already happening. You are already having a bittersweet taste of your own medicine, Doctor Vincent De'Lucca." "It will stop!" he shouted, as if trying to believe his own words. "I will stop you and my father, no matter what it takes." He stepped closer, his eyes burning. "And if I can't stop it... I would rather die than have you as my stepmother!" Leylla let out a quiet laugh. It was soft, but cold. Then, she gave him the same look she wore the day she caught him sleeping with her best and only friend. Her voice dropped, sharp and icy. "If that happens, Vincent, I will gladly descend your coffin into the ground myself." _____________________________________________________________________ He had never truly believed in her. Perhaps, never really loved her as he claimed. Then he cheated, crushing her heart completely. Lost and broken, Leylla ran into a stranger in the hospital parking lot. One mistake led to a night of wild passion. But the morning after... She discovered that the man she had slept with was none other than her ex's father and the senior surgeon at the hospital. Now her ex would rather die than see her become his stepmother. But his father is ready to lose everything... just to have her. A love once sweet... now poisoned. Two lovers... now enemies. Sweet promises... turned into cruel threats. And threats? They are turning real, one by one. And finally... What happens when revenge tastes better than love?

Mendapati dirinya hamil ketika berada di puncak karier sebagai aktris adalah hal yang tidak pernah Irene bayangkan sebelumnya. Tentu saja ia panik dan takut, tetapi di satu sisi hatinya merasakan kehangatan yang asing. Apakah itu artinya dia bisa memulai keluarga yang utuh? Pikirnya sebelum skandal kehamilan di luar nikahnya ini tersebar di publik secara tiba-tiba. Terlebih, pria yang dikabarkan menjadi pasangannya bukanlah ayah kandung janin ini. Irene mencoba untuk menghentikan semuanya, tetapi asumsi netizen malah semakin liar. Jadi... inilah satu-satunya langkah terakhir yang harus Irene tempuh. Menghentikan skandal dengan skandal baru.

Scarlets has always been different. Born an omega but shielded from the cruelty that usually came with it, her life under Alpha Jackson’s care has been peaceful — almost charmed. She’s found love with Cole, the Alpha’s golden son: the boy who once saved her, the boy she’s always trusted. The only scar on her past is the shadowy memory of a cruel boy who wore the same face as her beloved — a figure from her childhood who left bruises deeper than skin. After six long years, Lloyd — Cole’s estranged twin brother — returns to the pack. His presence brings back buried fears and half-remembered nightmares. But something doesn’t add up. The man who once haunted her steps with surprising gentleness now. He watches her with sadness, not cruelty. As Scarlet struggles to make sense of the past and the confusing present, she finds herself torn between two brothers. In a world where loyalty is everything and betrayal is a death sentence, Scarlet must choose who to trust before it's too late.

Nirmala Ayudia, gadis perawan berumur 26 tahun yang selalu menjadi gunjingan warga satu kampung karena tak kunjung menikah. Dikatakan tidak laku, bahkan mereka mengasihani sang ibu karena punya anak perawan tua. Tidak ada yang menyangka kalau Nirma yang selama ini selalu diejek perawan tua tiba-tiba dinikahi bujangan kaya dari kota? "Mulai sekarang, Nirmala adalah bagian dari keluarga saya. Mengejek Nirmala sama artinya dengan mencoreng nama baik Keluarga Darmawan. Saya ingin melihat siapa yang berani dan memiliki nyali?"

“Anak ibu sudah tidak gadis lagi. Dan itu bukan dengan saya. Pia berselingkuh dengan laki-laki lain. Karena itu saya tidak sudi menikahinya.” Hidup Pia berubah seratus delapan derajat setelah mengetahui pria yang dicintainya menikah dengan wanita lain. Padahal jiwa dan raga telah diserahkannya sebelum pernikahan. Di saat yang sama, hidup yang seakan tak ada artinya lagi itu harus dipertemukan dengan pria bernama Raja, orang yang tak sengaja ditabraknya dan meminta ganti rugi dengan syarat pernikahan. Belum selesai dengan penderitaannya, Pia tidak menyangka jika ternyata Raja terikat perjodohan sejak kecil. Bagaimana Pia menghadapi polemik tersebut? Apakah akan bertahan ataukah lari dari pernikahan yang membuatnya sulit bernapas itu?

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.