deborah garland

Anita adams was kidnapped by some unknown men who sold her to a rich man. The adams family her father tries all their possible best to look for their daughter. Mr adams employed some hefty men to search for his daughter After some months when they heard no news about their daughter's whereabouts thinking she could be dead they moved on and accepted the fate of their daughter's life. Vivian adams (Anita's junior sister) was extra protected by her parents as she is the only child in the present time, vivan was in a relationship with a guy named curt unfortunately their relationship never lasted because she fell in love with a new guy Charles Badmus who was transferred to their school. She left her lover curt for Charles whose father Mr. Badmus...Anita was sold to.

I was supposed to run away that night. The plan was simple: slip out the back of my own wedding dinner, vanish into the dark, and never look back. Get myself into med school and become a kick-ass doctor. I had it all calculated. But then i looked up. And there the devil was, strolling into the restaurant like he owned every soul. And he did. “You have a choice to make , Pastor. Your daughter… or your life.” "You'll never get away with this. I'll destroy...” “Destroy me, Ha. I'd like to see you try.” He turned to me and the evil in his eyes struck me into a spot. I've never seen this side of him. " You were smart- I'll give you that. I almost didn't find out. But i’m not here to you wish you a happy wedding, sweetheart. I’m here to end it.” My breath caught in my throat and my heart raced. “Why now?” He didn’t answer. He just looked at me like I already knew. “Stand up. Walk to me, and I’ll let your father live. Stay in that chair... and watch him die.” "Mikael Please..." "DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN. I Am Don Sinister to you." My father begged me with his eyes. And I knew what I had to do. I stood. ------------------------------------------- Deborah Daniels has lived her entire life behind church walls raised by a fire-and-brimstone pastor who preached purity while making secret deals with devils. As the second daughter of a rebel preacher in a Mafia-run city, she has always known her place: be silent, be obedient, and most of all—stay hidden. But she didn't want to be. She wanted to be a doctor.And so she was running away on her own wedding eve. Don Sinister is a man known for his brutal efficiency and a darkness no prayer can touch. He dismantled the presidential system years ago and took over the whole world as his. He was untouchable. Deborah met him by accident in a chance encounter on a cursed night that neither of them forgot. Now, he’s crashing her wedding dinner not as a guest—but s her father’s executioner. He kisses and touches like a sin. But she can’t forget who he is. What he’s done. Or the blood still stains his hands. Can a woman raised by the Bible survive in a world ruled by bullets and blood? Find out in the book.

In the enigmatic world of Garland, where magic is a long-forgotten legend and perilous lands abound, an unusual twist of fate beckons an unexpected hero. Meet Alex, an 18-year-old who never quite fit the mold. Reincarnated into Garland after an untimely collision with the infamous "truck-kun," he yearned for a life filled with adventure, magic, and the promise of becoming a main character in this mystical realm. But much to his dismay, Garland is devoid of the enchantments he craved. Or so he thinks

→ Claudette has no choice but to attend Victorit University. Constantly, she by-stands acts of harassments committed by the student board toward one student, Francisco Knight. Until he finally hangs himself, putting an end to all his pain. It leaves her in a tight spot, and questioning whether she has just as much blame as the board.

He fantasized about her action. He never expected her to do that... Slowly he lessen the gap between them, almost touching her left cheek&neck and whispered: "That's right now you are doing the right thing." . . . . . . . . Fiction/Non-Fiction

Alia Mardani seorang gadis yang pernah menjalin hubungan dengan seorang pria bernama Deba Anderson. Hubungan mereka kandas karena Alia kembali ke kampung halamannya, namun cerita cinta itu kembali bersemi disaat Alia kembali ke kota Jakarta dimana ia bisa saja bertemu kembali dengan sang mantan kekasih. Kembali menjalani hari-hari dengan penuh keposesifan dari Deba. Hingga saat Deba menorehkan luka di hati Alia, karena kedatangan teman lama pria itu. Akankah Alia sanggup bertahan?

John Yaniko, a 16-year-old student at Kagami School, never expected his rooftop confession to the school’s top star, Suchi Kayabe, would succeed. But just as his dream comes true... fate pulls the rug. A truck. A flash. A divine voice. Revived by a mysterious god, John’s new life comes with a cryptic condition: he must meet five destined girls and forge a bond strong enough to choose one as his bride. But no one said destiny was simple—or fair. Now juggling unexpected romance, emotional surprises, and the weight of a divine contract, John navigates his rebonded reality while quietly longing for the girl he loved before everything changed. With the pressure building, he must decide whether to follow fate or fight for his original heartbeat.

Did you ever imagine that something like this would happen? Did you search well to realize it? Don't be fooled, you know it's not true Shh… ..silence just close your eyes this won't hurt at all.

Did you ever imagine that something like this would happen? Did you search well to realize it? Don't be fooled, you know it's not true Shh… ..silence just close your eyes this won't hurt at all.

FAE DEBT Everyone knows better than to owe the Fae. I knew it too. The debt came due on a night when the moon looked sharpened, like it could cut you just by being seen. Silver light bled through the trees as I crossed into the Hollow, where the air hummed with old magic and newer malice. My name tasted wrong in my mouth there, as if the forest rejected it. I had borrowed once. Just once. A year ago, my sister was dying—breath rattling, eyes already half gone. Hospitals had failed us. Prayers had bounced off the ceiling and fallen back broken. Someone whispered of the Fae, of bargains struck beneath roots older than kings. I told myself I would pay any price. I just didn’t ask what the price would be. The Fae Queen waited at the center of the Hollow, seated on a throne grown from bone-white branches and living vines. She was beautiful in a way that hurt to look at—too sharp, too perfect. Her smile carried promises and punishments in equal measure. “You’re late,” she said gently. Time didn’t behave here. “I came as soon as I could.” She laughed, and the sound made the leaves shiver. “You came when you could no longer delay.” Fair. Her eyes—green like rot beneath gold—dragged over me. “Do you know what you owe?” “My life,” I said. “My service. My—” “No,” she interrupted, still smiling. “Those are cheap currencies. Humans always offer them first.” She stood. The forest leaned inward, listening. “You owe me what you love most that does not love you back.” My stomach dropped. “That’s not fair,” I said. The Fae Queen stepped closer, close enough that I smelled wildflowers and blood. “Fairness is a human obsession. I saved your sister. She lives. She laughs. She does not wake screaming anymore.” My hands clenched. Images of my sister flooded me—alive, warm, untouched by death. The miracle I had begged for. “And now?” I asked quietly. “Now,” the Queen said, “I collect.” The Hollow shifted. From the shadows stepped him. My breath caught. Elias. The man I had loved in silence for years. My best friend. The one who smiled at me like family, never like hunger. The one who had chosen someone else and never known what he took from me by doing so. He looked confused, human, painfully real. “Why does this place feel wrong?” he asked me. “Why do you look like you’re about to break?” The Queen’s voice brushed my ear. “Your debt is not his death. I’m not cruel.” She paused. Smiled wider. “I’m creative.” The ground beneath Elias shimmered, turning mirror-smooth. He looked down, startled—and then his reflection moved when he did not. It reached up, touched the glass, and smiled back with too many teeth. “No,” I whispered. “He will remain,” the Queen said, “forever just out of reach. Remembered. Untouched. Perfectly preserved in your wanting.” Elias reached for me, his hand passing through my chest like cold mist. “Why can’t I feel you?” Because the Fae do not take flesh. They take longing. The Queen stepped back, satisfied. “Your sister will live a full life. She will never know the cost. And you—” She leaned close, her voice velvet and venom. “—will never love anything without remembering what it costs to borrow from us.” The Hollow began to fade. The moon dulled. The forest released me. I woke at dawn, my phone buzzing with a message from my sister: Good morning. I feel amazing today. I smiled. And somewhere, just beyond the edge of the world, Elias waited—owing nothing, trapped in everything I never said. That is the truth of Fae Debt. They never take what you offer. They take what you cannot stop paying.