Lin Feng Song

On my twentieth birthday, my father asked me to draw from a box of straws. It was to pick a husband between William Smith and Austin Smith to inherit North Town. The short straw represented Austin, while the long straw represented William. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get the long straw. However, I was certain that I did not want to marry Austin. I drew straws for three years, but it was to no avail. I had no choice but to tamper with the straws to marry William as I wished. However, ten years into our marriage, he was no longer gentle and kind. He had turned into a really cold person. He neither returned home nor touched me. Even when I threatened him with a knife, he refused to talk to me. Despite feeling hurt, I was unwilling to let him go. That was until I watched him kick away the only medicine I had for my asthma while I was writhing on the floor. “I was the one who switched out the straws. There was no long straw, yet you forced me to marry you. Mandy died from a broken heart, so you should pay with your life.” When I opened my eyes again, I was holding a short straw. I calmly said, “Since it’s the short one, I choose Austin.”

Penyerangan Sekte Iblis Merah membuat Feng Guang kehilangan segalanya. Desa tempat klannya tinggal hangus terbakar, ayah juga pamannya tewas dengan cara yang kejam. Namun, ada satu hal yang tidak benar-benar hilang dari Feng Guang, yakni sebuah warisan yang diberikan sang ayah sebelum kematian menghampirinya. Sebuah gulungan yang berisikan peta menuju Kitab Yongshi. Kitab yang ditengarai dicari-cari semua orang untuk mendapatkan semua kekuatan. Bagi Feng Guang warisan ini bukan hanya tentang kekuatan, tetapi juga tentang pembalasan dendam terhadap kelompok rahasia yang telah meluluh lantakkan desa dan merenggut kehidupan ayahnya. Mampukah Feng Guang menemukan kitab tersebut berbekal pada gulungan yang diberikannya? Bagaimana Feng Guang yang lemah berjuang menjadi kuat untuk bisa meraih semua tujuannya dan membalaskan dendam atas kematian ayahnya?

Hindi sukat akalain ni Marisse na dahil sa isang pangyayari ay magbabago ang pananaw niya sa buhay . Kung kaylan pinili niya ang magpakatino ay saka naman niya malalaman na puro lang pagkukunwari ang pinakita at pinaramdam ng taong nagkakaroon na ng puwang sa kaniyang puso. Makakaya ba niya ang magpakabait para lang mahalin nito o babalik ang dating siya na inaayawan ng lahat?

Vera Thorne,wanita ahli strategi yang di palka ke altar oleh musuhnya terbesarnya: Kaelan Sterling. Kaelan tidak menginginkan hartanya,ia hanya ingin Vera berada sisinya dengan kontrolnya. Vera menolak untuk tunduk,dia masuk ke sangkar emas itu dengan tujuan menghancurkan dan mencari kelemahan Kaelan. Dalam permainan kejam ini, mereka terikat ambisi dan gairah. Cinta adalah senjata, menyerah berarti kehancuran.

"Do you, Aurelia Marissa Gianni, take, Judah Alessio Bianco, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" " I do," I said then zoned out and moved as a robot being controlled by its owner for the rest of the ceremony until it was time to kiss the groom. The cold hard stare and the tight line of my husband's lips were evident enough to tell that this man didn't want to kiss me as much as I didn't want to kiss him. ¶¶¶¶ Aurelia didn't choose this marriage, she didn't want to be married to someone as cold and annoying as Judah, he was supposed to be her sister's fiance. But after being found in bed with him, she is forced to marry him to escape her father's wrath. She doesn't love him, she barely even likes him but she has to be with him for the rest of her life.

The night before returning to the Cantrell residence, I had a dream where I was the despised antagonist in a book. In the story, my father had adopted a girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to my late mother. On the day he came to pick me up, he got into a devastating car accident. After that, my second brother, Shawn Cantrell, lashed out, calling me a curse, while my eldest brother, Seth Cantrell, treated me with cold indifference. In the end, I was abandoned by everyone, meeting a tragic and lonely end.

Lana only wanted a quiet place to sing. She never knew her voice would draw the attention of a powerful man who does not let go of anything he wants. Now she is trapped inside his mansion, surrounded by secrets she cannot see and a danger she can feel breathing beside her. Every room hides a truth. Every step pulls her closer to him. She should fear him. So why does her heart refuse to listen?

THE COLLIN BROTHERS; Two most prominent business entrepreneurs in the entirety of Chicago. Xavier Collin and Hardy Collin; twins, but not identical. They both were embedded with the looks and money any woman would die for. What happens when Rachael Davies, a regular woman, has a one night stand with one of them and makes a shocking discovery about him. She immediately regrets ever meeting him!

“New destiny,” the wind whispered. Instinctively, my wolf leapt forward in protection, growling menacingly. I crouched in front of her, inhaling her sweet scent—the same one that had drawn me to her, the same one that stirred something deep within me, calling to me without a single word. I whispered to the wolf: “So, the rumors were true… Hunter not only kept his daughter as a prisoner but also hunted her.” The tone of my voice sent a pleasant shiver through the air, teasing my own ears. “Tell me, blind wolf, I just killed your father. Do you hate me for it?”

Reign Abbot is a reporter, who is trying to navigate through life while in a toxic work environment with Bethany, who seemed hellbent on making life miserable for her. Driven by ambition and the overwhelming urge to surpass Bethany, she covers a story on the billionaire, CEO, Ivan Hamilton without further verification. The news was later debunked, however Ivan's reputation had already hit rock bottom. All hell breaks loose as Ivan is hellbent on having her pay the price for her actions. ******************************************************** “ Why? ” he smirked. “ Do you feel wrong? You think it's unfair? ” I felt tears fill my eyes at his words. I hated how easy it was for me to cry. If I was sad, I would cry. Angry? Cry. Happy? Cry. Overwhelmed? Cry. And I had never hated it as much as I did in that moment, especially when my oppressor looked delighted at the sight of my tears. I hate this man. “ What do you want me to do? ” I asked, admitting defeat. There was no need to hold on to hope that was not there. Ivan was not a nice man and it was my mistake for thinking otherwise. “ Good, that's what I want to hear. ” he said, standing up and burying his hands in his pocket.