Zelda Sketch

(18+ NOT FOR TEENAGER!) Satu malam impulsif mengubah segalanya. Zelda Lynn hanya ingin melupakan pria asing yang pernah bersamanya di kamar hotel usai gemerlap perayaan ulang tahun nya. Tapi dua bulan kemudian, pria yang diketahui bernama Noah Grimm, muncul lagi—sebagai dosen baru di Universitas. Kini, rahasia masa lalu berubah menjadi permainan berbahaya antara rasa bersalah, godaan, dan obsesi.

‘It’s a fucking diamond ring! Why is it on your finger?’ I roared she looked up at me, strands of her hair framing her face her tear-soaked face making her skin look blotchy. She whimpered as more tears rolled down her face. ‘Weak and pathetic! How is it that he wants you over me!’ I glared at her, lowing my head so that we were eye to eye. Fear filled her face tenfold when I showed her my fangs. She gulped. ‘I don’t know Zac gave it to me, please,’ I slapped her again, I didn’t want to hear this. I heard her cry out again. ‘What do you want’ she begged. ‘I want you gone,’ I raised back up, so I was standing over her, she cowered back into the chair. ‘I can’t leave,’ she whispered helplessly. Zelda is a Siren captured from the depths of the sea at a young age to be sold as a sex slave to the Vampire Prince. Zaikai is an arrogant entitled Vampire who needs an heir in order to become King of the realm. After the two meet they find themselves drawn together with an intense chemistry. Both uncertain as to what the future will hold, trouble is always around the corner and before they are able to change the dynamics of their relationship disaster strikes causing everything they had hoped to unravel. Will Zaikai's past cost him his future? Can Zelda claim her freedom? Will the two get past the hurt and betrayal and find love?

I was a sketch artist acting for the police. On a secret mission, I was discovered by a murderer. My eyes were gouged out, and my body was dismembered, unceremoniously dumped in a garbage bin. On the brink of death, I called my boyfriend, a criminal investigator. However, he hung up on me because he was busy accompanying his first love to a prenatal checkup. A few days later, he received a painting that was a vital clue to finding the murderer, but he thought I was playing tricks on him. In his anger, he tore that portrait to shreds. After he found out the truth, he spent the whole night searching through the garbage to piece it back together.

"I want the kids." He paused for a brief second. "And, I want you." ~~ Zelda Romero's life takes a turn, when she got pregnant due to a one night stand, with her parents kicking her out of the house. She cares for her children, all by herself with no problem, until when she's promoted as an head-chef, and forced to move to another country. It goes well at first, but then, she meets the completely handsome Nicholas Hart, who would bet his all to have her. Wil fate let them be together? Or will her dark past close her heart to love no one? Fine out in this love-hate relationship.

Zelda Rosman's life spiraled into chaos when her mother died. And then, on the same night she was deceived and nearly killed by her best friend, she unexpectedly transformed into a creature she has only heard myths about, exposing her to a completely new reality. She is soon confronted with the terrible reality and responsibility of ruling Mysticmoon, the largest and most powerful Pack among Emberflame's seven tribes. Not only does she have to become their Luna, but she is also responsible for freeing the Alpha, Novan Kress, from a lifelong curse. But why would she decide to help him out? Can love sprout again in a place that's now filled with anger and revenge?

Suddenly Zeva Adelia, a freelance photographer, got a client who expressed his interest in her after spending a day together on the first day they met. However, without clarifying what their relationship was and only introducing his name as Zero, the next day Zero immediately returned to his country. He left only a trail of his handmade sketch of Zeva's face and a tiny letter asking Zeva to keep her heart's loyalty to him only. Strangely enough, by only communicating via chat, even without video or phone calls, Zeva feels that Zero has succeeded in conquering her heart. Then, can Zeva undergo a status-less relationship and a long-distance relationship with Zero? How long can Zeva endure waiting for Zero to come back for her? Also, how much does Zeva trust Zero's loyalty to her, when there's another girl like 24/7 beside Zero?

Talulla Fay Zelda, nag-iisang anak ng isang sikat na mag-asawa na may-ari ng malaking kumpanya sa may Cavite. Lagi siyang sunod-sunuran sa bawat sabihin ng mga magulang niya at alam niya sa sarili na nakakasakal na ang gano'n na sitwasyon o sistema, kaya nang sabihin sa kaniya ng mga magulang niya na ikakasal siya sa isang anak ng mga Osvaldo, ay walang pagdadalawang-isip na tinanggap niya 'yon. At ang lalaking iyon ay si Sebastian Kenji Osvaldo, na siyang magiging Heir ng isang sikat na magazine company sa buong bansa at kilala rin internationally na, Dazzle Company. Kilala si Sebastian na mabagsik at hindi napapaamo sa kahit sino man. Wala itong pinapansin kung hindi naman trabaho ang usapan. Giginhawa kaya ang buhay niya sa piling ni Sebastian? O mas lalo lang gugulo ang inaasam niyang kalayaan sa buhay?

On the day before the marking ceremony, my Alpha mate, Zev Briarwood, is wounded in a battle and loses his memory. He forgets everything… including me. To help him restore his memories and Alpha pride, I go all out. I seek out an evil witch to trade my precious heartblood and fangs for her magic, nearly dying in the process. I sketch jewelry designs day and night, selling them just to earn money and to find every possible memory cure. When I drag my battered body to visit Zev at the clinic, I overhear him laughing with his buddies. "Your acting's next level, Zev! Kira still hasn't figured out you're faking it, and you've delayed the marking ceremony!" A buddy snickers. Zev gulps his wine and grins. "I'm definitely winning the bet that I'd sleep with 100 women at parties. Once I've had my fun, I'll go back to her for my mate duties and complete that marking ceremony."

My five-year marriage with Alexander was like a couture gown, ripped to shreds. "I want Victoria to show your collection for the New York Fashion Week spring preview." My husband Alexander's voice cut through the sketch I was working on. I stopped drawing. I must have heard him wrong. "What did you say?" "Victoria is new. She needs a platform. Your new spring collection is the perfect springboard for her." "You're a showstopper every year. What's the harm in giving her one shot?" he asked, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "Besides, the brand needs new blood." I stared at the man I'd spent five years with. Suddenly, his face looked sharp, unfamiliar. "Do you have any idea how many nights I've stayed up working on this collection? And you want to give it to some new assistant?" "Evelyn, don't be so petty. It's just a preview." His expression turned cold. "I've already decided." I clenched my fists, a thousand emotions churning inside me. Fine. If you're going to treat me like this, don't blame me for leaving you.

There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one burned on our anniversary—he bailed to wait outside Louise's flower shop, just to walk her home. Letter thirty-four? He left me stranded in a dangerous hunting ground to keep her company. Said she was scared of the dark. Fifty-two? Torched the second he replaced our wedding photo with some sketch she made on. ... And when the ninety-ninth turned to ash, so did whatever was left of us. I walked away. For good.