cultivation online

Tubuh Aluna rasanya gemetar jika dia harus menyetujui ajakan tuan Bara. Ingin rasanya dia menangis dengan pekerjaannya saat ini. Namun, harus bagaimana lagi ini adalah jalan satunya dia menafkahi ibu dan adiknya yang masih sekolah. Ayah Aluna sebelum meninggal banyak utang ke rentenir lima puluh juta. Bukanya memberikan warisan yang banyak melainkan hutang besar. Semasa hidupnya ayahnya orang yang gemar main judi online, mabuk-mabukan. Miris melihat kenyataan kehidupan Aluna saat ini. Siapa sangka gara-gara tawaran dua ratus juta dia bertemu dan menikah dengan gus Dzaki yang cuek dan dingin. Akankah masa lalu Aluna akan terbongkar di lingkungan pondok pesantren sebagai mantan kupu-kupu malam? Sedangkan selama menikah dengan gus Dzaki Aluna masih berhubungan dengan mama Chan.

Dangerous Things (Blood Bound Book 3)

Moon Dance (Blood Bound Book One)

In the Red Clay Alley, there is a White Clay Sword; in the Plum-Mist City, there is a young boy. The young man has a sword, and with one strike, he shakes the entire martial world.

My chances of survival are slim. Going west in the 1880s? Dangerous. Fighting rogues and traveling through pack lands where we are unwelcome? A death sentence. But Akecheta awakens a part of me I've never known before. I'm brave. I'm strong. I'm an Alpha's daughter. I will fight for my people--even if it costs me everything. And chances are, it will. If you love steamy wolf shifter romance that will leave your heart racing, read this new adventure from the author of The Alpha King's Breeder.

Blood Rain

My new dormmate thinks my boyfriend is a player and advises me to break up with him. After I politely reject her, she gets mad and complains about me online, saying I'm love-addled brain. Her video goes viral, and the online community calls me an ingrate who doesn't know what's good for me. When I see the smug smile on my dormmate's face, I slap her without even batting an eye. "Stop acting like you're a champion for feminism when all you can think of is making yourself seem better than other women!"

My husband’s the only son of the richest man in Ivoneu. As for me, I’m an orphan. His parents objected to us being together. When I got pregnant, they got on a plane and came to collect us in person. After that, I posted a picture I took with my husband, captioned, [I’m so thankful for you. Our life is going to be perfect from now on.] Little did I know that the rich girl my husband had been dating online would confront me.  She beat me until I had a miscarriage, then she stepped on my belly and declared viciously, “You are a nasty seductress! That makes the baby inside you a bad seed, too! Purging the baby is my contribution to society! “It’s just a fetus, anyway. I have more than enough money to get away with it!”

I applied for a popular online job as a personal chef. I thought I'd be cooking simple, home-style meals, but I quickly found myself trapped in a world of surprises. The food they were craving was me, served on a platter. The wealthy women were looking for excitement, torturing me night after night. But what they didn't realize was, the real thrill came when the dogs turned on each other.

I used to be the most promising composer of my generation. But while I was working on my latest piece, my husband Charles Lambert's childhood friend destroyed everything I had. She slashed my face, stole my compositions, and set fire to my house—leaving me to burn alive alongside the kitten I'd just adopted. Then, as if my death were just a spark for her success, she posted my compositions online, claiming I'd plagiarized her. And people believed her. Everyone did. Strangers on the internet sneered and spat my name, and my own husband, Charles, chose to believe her over me. Even the International Musical Society rescinded my award and handed it to her without a second thought. My students, who once followed me loyally, were now fawning over her. I became the laughingstock of the entire internet—mocked, discredited, erased. It wasn't until a week later, when someone stumbled upon the charred remains of my lakeside studio, that they found what was left of me.