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"Raina gue suka sama lo, tapi apa lo mau nerima perasaan gue?" Haidar menatap kepergian Raina sendu "Tapi gue akan selalu berusaha buat dapetin hati lo meskipun gue yakin lo nggak akan bisa nerima perasaan gue" "Rain, aku cinta sama kamu" Gamma segera menempelkan jari telunjuk pada bibirnya bermaksud menyuruh Raina untuk tidak memotong perkataannya "Aku tahu ini salah, tapi aku jatuh cinta sama kamu saat pertama kali kamu dateng ke fakultas aku buat ngasihin surat ijinnya Haidar. Aku jatuh cinta sama tutur kata kamu yang lemah lembut terus aku juga jatuh cinta sama bacaan surah Al-Mulk-eh iya kan. Sebelum aku kenal sama kamu, baru pertama kali ini aku bicara sama cewek pakek aku-kamuan dan itu cuma sama kamu Raina" "Raina, tolong jangan pergi. Gue mohon sama lo pilih satu diantara mereka bertiga, gue nggak mau setelah kepergian lo mereka bertiga jadi berantem karena lo nggak ngasih kepastian. Tolong jangan bikin Raden gue sakit hati, gue nggak papa deh sakit hati ngeliat Raden bahagia sama lo asalkan hikss" Raina segera memeluk Carissa yang kini tengah menangis "Asalkan Raden sama cewek baik kayak lo, Rain" Apa yang harus RAINA lakukan saat dia sudah yakin untuk tidak ada komitmen dengan seseorang diluar pernikahan sedangkan banyak lelaki yang menaruh hati padanya? "Yaallah, apa yang harus aku lakukan aku tidak ingin membuat mereka sakit hati"-Raina

Cilia gave it all to protect her sister and other women and their child from her so called friend but in the end, she was doomed to die in her friend and her fiancé hands and what worse, all the blame of the illegal experiment on pregnant woman came over her after her death while the real culprit continued to have a good life. A famous scientist was now a dead criminal with no one to pity her. Later after one month she was reincarnated in one of the child bodies with all her previous memories who was a test subject under her friend, Zina, who was crazy about creating children with amazing genes to rule the world. Fortunately, because her past self saved many pregnant women, she also saved her reincarnated self from Zina hands. Cilia was now Cynthia, the first successful experiment subject of Zina. Her appearance differed from normal person. Unique appearance and an IQ that left her previous IQ far behind. And also, a great physical strength. She was the perfect human, no… a puppet created by Lina, who was now her own boss. Her aim in this life was to defeat the crazy humans experimenting over innocent children even before their birth and let everyone know that Cilia, who died miserably and was wronged was not the real criminal. She wanted to get rid of the criminal tag from her previous life and later live a simple and peaceful life but things didn’t go her way. It started to go wrong when her dear big brother Jess disappeared suddenly and lustful eyes of her relatives started to aim for her parent’s business. It become hard to sit by and just care about her business as she has been doing while putting an introvert tag over herself. So, she got involved in her family business matter and there was another goal, that appeared before her – it was to find her brother. Trouble came knocking her always closed doors when a really rude, self-centred guy met her coincidently. He was similar to her as he has been experimented over which left a big flaw over his body and disabled him from having physical contact with any person. But that egoistic man started to cling on her when he found her touch comfortable and later it began with him forcing a kiss on her with a pretty boy look. It would have been good if not for that guy. She gained a lot of attention and a lot of haters mostly jealous woman. While trying to eliminate those thirsty people who were crazy over human body, Cynthia who was more like a robot with no emotions came to fell in love with a guy and they both got entangled in each other journey. Previously, she used to beg for others life and after dying she realized that begging won’t help. She needs to kill all the obstacles in her path and reach her goal. Can Cynthia still be able to achieve her aim when the crazy scientists will come to know that she is their first successful experiment with no flaw?                                  

"Is Fate the excuse of the forsaken, is Free Will the delusion of the chosen?" Such was a question that Xavier, the Demon King, never had the chance to ask himself. As he lay defeated, awaiting his death, he wondered about the wretched life he lived. 'The hero who killed me, the one who held the same ambitions as me. We both wanted good for the people, for the world. We are both two sides of the same coin, yet, fate decided that he will be the one the light will shine on. Perhaps it was me too, perhaps it was my karma for flowing the rivers of blood with my sword. But still... It was fate that squashed the humanity in me first! Damn fate, if I had one more chance, I would've lived for myself more, I wouldn't have taken this arbitrary role of being a necessary evil... This world, this game of destiny... It can burn to ashes for all I care.' As he sunk into the cold embrace of death, a certain [REDACTED] heard his dying wish with amusement and cast their die, reversing the wheel of time one last time and going all in on him on a risky gamble with the stakes of their world. ************** Discord Server (fixed): https://discord.gg/rZhT6zdp2f Author is on a break, exams are coming soon. The placeholder chapters are being updated, so you will not be notified if you add to library, since it's technically not a new chapter. ...Plus working on a new book that'll be released next year

_ _ _ He only sought to leave a legacy behind because he was set to die by twenty-five years old. Becoming a blood drinking monster was not in his plans. But his plans derailed when his grandfather got him with one of his pranks even after he had been dead for one year already. And now, he found tied to someone else, a woman who, upon their first ‘meeting’, tied him to a chair, and threatened him. If only he knew. He didn't care about fate, but fate did care about him. And that fate would bring out his heritage, and determine if he would live, and build his legacy into something bigger, or really die, after taking the first step. _ _ _ The unavoidable pyre is the one built from desires, so always be prepared to burn. . . . Their first meeting? She broke into his apartment and tied him to a chair. Of course she got what she wanted, but not the last laugh, ending up tied to him in what could only be called a forced engagement. After all, only if she was his other half should she share his misfortune with him, just like the red string is forcing her, right? Shackles, heirship, legacy… and life. Some to be fought, others to be fought for, because maybe he didn't know, or maybe he did, that the last misfortune was coming for him, even though he… never drank blood, or precisely because he never did. Two sides of the same coin. Fighting together was not a choice anymore. And in the eyes of their entangled fate, it might never have been, actually, since the very beginning. . . . "Grandp- Grandpa, you have screwed me over." "Of course not." "But-" "No but. You are my favorite grandson, how can I not want what is best for you?" "You tied me with the woman who tortured me and most probably planned to kill me! And you say that is the best for me?" "Oh, don't overdramatize things, grandson. We both know you just played along." "..." "Anyway, the red string has already been tied. There is nothing that can be done anymore." "Gramps-" "Shuuut, go away. I'm already dead, stop bothering me." "Gramps-" "There, there... Go, fate is waiting for you." "Arghhh... Damn you, old man!!!" "Hehehe... You will thank me later." "ARGHHHHH!!! DAMN YOU!!!" Follow me on discord. https://discord.gg/C86EJvCJdd

A child from the lowest class of society, a simple G-class boy, will impose himself with his fists in a cruel world. He will advance from the sewers and sewers to the top and fame, from class to class, only with his perseverance, his rage, and his ability to survive. But getting out of the gutter is not easy, nor will the elites allow him to advance easily. Will his fists be able to impose himself on his cruel destiny?

[UNDER MAJOR EDITING] Ever since I was a child, I can see the strings. Strings that connect us to other people. Strings that reveal what we feel towards others. Strings that can change it's color. From Red to Black. Just like love, that can turn into hatred. From White to Black. Just like friendships, that can turn into betrayal. Alice Jade Martinez is an 18-year-old girl possessing the ability to see the fated strings. Working as a matchmaker, she bonds people to their fated partner. But as nice as it sounds, her gift comes with a curse. She's forbidden to fall in love. If she does, the string's curse will activate and instantly kill that person... She fell in love once. And he died. That's why she swears she'll never fall in love again. A novel with overbearing characters. A series of love stories bonded by the fated string. This is a story about a girl who can't fall in love. And a boy who can't feel anything.

The story revolves around princess Arianna that is sent to marry the emperor of another country. The strings of fate get tangled with another man, the notorious conqueror also known as the “Devil”, Keiran. She will get pulled by his strings, not able to escape his grasp. Since he interfered with her predetermined fate, and things aren’t certain anymore, Arianna will finally have a saying in her own life. She will get through hardships and learn that getting stronger is the only way to survive. Now being tied with his fate, what role is she gonna play in Keiran’s desires?

June Luper’s life takes a terrifying turn when she’s abducted and sold at an underground auction. Stripped of her freedom and dignity, she finds herself purchased for an astronomical price by Cam Watson, a man from her past. Cam, a wealthy and conflicted figure, had once married June in a cold, contractual arrangement to appease his controlling family. Now, as he re-enters her life, their past collides with the present in complicated and messy ways. June is a fighter—she’s determined to regain her independence and refuses to let her trauma define her. Her resilience clashes with Cam’s guilt and his growing realization that he may feel more for her than he ever admitted. At the same time, Cam is tied to Stella, a woman from his past who is pregnant and deeply insecure about her place in his life. Stella’s manipulative tendencies and jealousy fuel a tense dynamic between the three. The story explores love, sacrifice, and finding strength in vulnerability. While June struggles to heal and rebuild her life, Cam is torn between his obligations and his feelings. Their journey together is raw and emotional, showing how love and redemption can emerge from even the darkest moments. A tale of empowerment, resilience, and the complexity of human connection, Red String of Love reminds us that freedom and self-worth are worth fighting for, even when love tries to hold us back.

It's about how he fall in love with her in their contractual marriage for residency where she wanted to stay but doesn't have any idea to stay in the country where she strongly refused to take anything from him later when he found out about her he flew to her begging her to be in his life again, How he made sure that she is his not letting anyone come near her.

Izamuri Sakuta was once a top student in mechanical engineering at Tokyo University. But after his stepfather’s sudden death left him with crushing gambling debts, his life crumbled. Homeless, broke, and abandoned by everyone. Including his ex-girlfriend. Izamuri drifts through Tokyo’s streets with nothing but a bag and a heavy heart. That is, until an old friend, Haruka, offers him a job at a small garage. It's there, under the harsh fluorescent lights and oil-stained concrete, that Izamuri rediscovers something he had long buried: his passion for cars. One evening, while cleaning up, Izamuri uncovers a car under a tarp. It's a Honda Civic EK9 Type R. Tuned and built to be a pure-blooded track machine, stripped of comfort, tuned for war. The white paint gleams under the lights. Carbon fiber panels. An 8-point roll cage. A B18C VTEC engine, singing silently like a coiled beast. He doesn’t drive it, but it speaks to him. And he listens. As he breathes in the faint scent of fuel and rubber, something awakens in him. The car doesn’t just fascinate him. it calls to him. He feels his heart race, not from nostalgia, but from instinct. As if he had once lived for this. As if he was meant to race.