Front Man

A devil child who was raised by a devil hunter like a human child. Under the auspices of the devil hunter He finds love, affection, shelter, and knowledge without knowing his true self.

Delotta (22 tahun) yang baru lulus kuliah menjalani magang pertamanya di salah satu perusahaan multinasional. Tanpa dia duga ternyata direktur perusahaan tersebut adalah Daniel Jagland, pria tampan yang tanpa sengaja dia temui di sebuah kamar tanpa busana ketika dia nyasar mencari jalan keluar di sebuah pesta. Yang lebih tidak menyangka Daniel Jagland yang dia kira berumur 30an ternyata seumuran sang papa (Ricko) dan mereka adalah teman akrab. Ricko sengaja menitipkan Delotta untuk bekerja di perusahaan Daniel. Sikap dan kebaikan Daniel pada Delotta selama dia bekerja membuat hati Delotta terombang-ambing. Dia mulai gelisah jika berada di dekat pria matang yang masih betah melajang itu. Hingga dia menyadari dirinya telah terjerat pesona teman papanya itu. Apakah Daniel akan menyambut perasaan Delotta, gadis yang jarak usianya terpaut 25 tahun dengannya?

Damian Morreti. Pewaris kerajaan mafia yang membangun kekuasaan dari darah dan dosa. Pria kejam, dingin, dan mematikan itu datang lagi ke kehidupan damai Elara, tidak untuk bernostalgia. Dia datang untuk menuntut yang dulu sempat hilang. Tatapan pria itu masih sama, terlalu dalam untuk disebut benci dan terlalu berbahaya untuk disebut cinta Elara miliknya dan selamanya akan terus menjadi miliknya, Damian tak peduli bagaimana pun caranya, meski harus dengan pemaksaan, Elara harus hidup dibawah kekuasaannya.

Aranya has been on the run for decades. The more she ran the closer they gets to her. After running for a while she was finally able to settle in Manhattan but not for long as she met the man who hayed her the most there. Alpha King Alfredo Garcia. The good thing is , he couldn't recognize her. And the bad thing? He called her his mate. Aranya is the daughter of a disgraced Alpha's son and the evil witch. It was said that a child will be born which would bring misfortune to the supernatural world but no one knew who would bring such curse on them until the most powerful witch in existents and the leader of the Darklight Coven got pregnant. **** "Was it all a lie? The love you claimed to have for me." Aranya asked, her eyes welling with tears. Alfredo smirked "Who would have thoight that i would fall for a witch? It might be true in the past, but not anymore. Now, i want your head!" He hissed and within a split second he changed into his wolf form and charged on her. A cursed love story.

On New Year's Eve, I prepare a feast. The clock strikes twelve, but my husband, Vincent Porter, still isn't home. My daughter, Lorelei Porter, tugs at my sleeve and holds up my phone. "Look Mommy, Daddy is at this lady's house!" Vincent has posted an update on Twitter. He is with Christine Snow, his childhood sweetheart. They are smiling at the camera, with a boy who looks about ten standing between them. In front of them sits a swan-shaped cake. The caption reads, "The most special day for the most special you." My heart sinks into my stomach. A marriage that came later in life can never compete with a pair of childhood sweethearts. I accept defeat.

Noah’s a rising hockey star with a mouth that gets him in trouble and a body built to break rules. Sterling is the team's billionaire owner—older, untouchable, and dangerously in control. They were never supposed to cross that line. But one reckless moment changes everything. Now, Noah can’t stop thinking about the man who sees right through him. And Sterling? He’s losing control in ways he swore he never would. It was supposed to be a mistake. It’s starting to feel like an obsession.

The cold breeze in my face, clinging tightly to my bare arms. My arms wrapped around my torso in an attempt to keep me warm. Tears streaming down my face as memories of Harry's cruel betrayal flood my mind. Of all days, he chose my birthday to hurt me. My red pumps creating a gentle click sound with every contact it made with the tarred road. Creating the only sound the night breeze brings to my ears. Asides my sobs and the distant barks of the neighborhood dogs. My third sense is sudden activated as I sense I'm being followed. I smell danger. Walking alone on such desolate streets doesn't seem like the best idea I could have come up with. I wasn't thinking straight when I made that choice. I should have called my driver to come get me!. This creepy feeling becomes more intense and I decide to do the one thing I know I'm good at; run!. I throw my purse and phone away as I begin to run in frenzy I feel something hot on my trail, when I look back, all I see is dark fog. The more reason to run faster. The road fairly lit by moonlight, my heart in my mouth and prayers of help and mercy escaping my lips. Finally, I hear music playing from loud speakers. I'm close to civilization!. I keep running frantically.... Tales of missing children are considered a fallacy till teenage Sonia goes missing... Follow Sonia on her desperate quest to break free... And bring the truth to light

THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY THE JAPANESE SERIES, "YAMATO NADESHIKO" or "The Wallflower" Limang makikisig, matatangkad, at naggagwapuhang lalaki ang naninirahan sa mala-palasyong mansyon na pagmamay-aari ng isang kilalang bilyonara sa iba't ibang panig ng mundo na nangangalang Madame Madeline Dawson at kinikilala nila ito bilang kanilang Auntie. Ang limang lalaki ay may kaniya-kaniyang pribadong rason kung bakit sila kinukupkop nito. Ngunit isang araw, sinurpresa sila ng kanilang auntie ng isang misyon na akala nila ay madali lamang nila itong mareresolbahan. Ang misyong kanilang dapat matupad ay gawing disente, malumanay, at mahinahong dalaga ang kanyang pamangkin. Ikinasindak nila na kung hindi 'man nila ito mapagtagumpayan ang misyon, sisingilin sila ng renta na umaabot ng milyon-milyong dolyar. Maraming naging kwestyon ang nabuo sa isip nila kung anong uri ng babae ang kanilang makakasalamuha gayong walang sapat na impormasyon na binigay sa kanila ang kanilang auntie sa nagngangalang Ayla Desire Dawson. Mapagtatagumpayan kaya nila ang misyong nakalatag sa kanila? At anong mga senaryo ang mabubuo sa kanilang anim sa mahabang panahon na kanilang pagsasama sa iisang bubong.

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.

“Kneel on the broken pieces." He commanded, eyes blazing with fire and anger as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. My only crime is being human. Being human and daring to mate with the Lycan king in my continent. Now, I’m not just pushed into a world that I never knew existed up until last night, I have now become his slave. A slave that he hated with every breath in him. Would my Lycan King ever forgive and accept that I’m human and nothing more? Or would I be dead before I get a chance for freedom?