biene maja

"I had built a life that was cold and predictable. It was easier that way." He shifted, his body leaning over her until his face was level with hers. The scent of cedar and the crisp morning air enveloped her again. "But then you walked into my hall with that sharp tongue and those eyes that see through every lie I tell myself," he said, his voice a low vibration she felt in her very bones. "And suddenly, the cold wasn't enough anymore." Maja looked up, her gaze colliding with his. The blue of his eyes was no longer the color of a frozen lake; it was the color of the sky just before a storm. She felt the trace of touch turning into something deeper—a tether. "You are the Lord of Vaelenridge," she reminded him, her voice barely a thread. "And I am a woman with nothing." "You have everything I’ve forgotten how to be," Caspian countered. He turned her hand over, lacing his fingers through hers, pinning her hand gently but firmly to the desk. "And I think you know that." Maja is a survivor. A refugee with a broken heart and a child to protect, she knows that a man's promise is just a lie wrapped in fur. When the formidable Lady Othella buys Maja's life to settle a debt, Maja is thrust into a house full of wolves. Othella owns her freedom. Elara wants to peel back her secrets. And Caspian, the heir to the North, wants her gone-until he realizes she's the only one who can see the rot destroying his family from the inside. In a house where everyone has a motive and every shadow has ears, Maja isn't looking for a savior. She's looking for the exit. One woman. A house of secrets. And a contract that might just cost more than coins.

Alam semesta tercipta dengan sebuah tujuan. Di dunia ini tidak ada yang sia-sia. Di sebuah era dimana kekuatan adalah segalanya Keadilan tak akan tegak tanpa kekuatan Maja, Seorang Kakek tua di penghujung hidupnya. Ditemani seekor keledai, memulai perjalanan terakhirnya. Setidaknya itulah yang ada di pikiran Maja. Akan tetapi sebuah buku tua merubah semuanya. Sejak saat itu, Bagi Maja, Bumi dan Langit adalah kanvas untuk menuangkan kreativitasnya

Dulu, Majapahit runtuh bukan hanya karena perang, tapi karena kesepakatan terlarang dengan kekuatan gelap yang tak tercatat dalam sejarah. Kini, ratusan tahun kemudian, Wira, seorang pemuda biasa dari kota kecil, menyadari bahwa darah yang mengalir dalam dirinya bukan sembarang darah. Ia adalah keturunan terakhir dari penjaga segel Majapahit, satu-satunya harapan untuk menghentikan Sekte Keling, organisasi gelap abadi yang diam-diam memanipulasi dunia. Diburu oleh mimpi, bayangan, dan masa lalu yang tak ia mengerti, Wira harus memilih: tetap hidup normal atau menerima takdir berdarahnya dan menyelam ke dalam dunia rahasia yang dihuni oleh arwah, kutukan, dan perang kuno yang belum selesai. Tapi satu hal pasti di dunia ini, tidak semua sejarah ditulis di buku. Sebagiannya disimpan dalam darah.

In 2010 the zombie apocalypse came. It didn't end the world. It rewired it. The year is 2025, fifteen years after The Outbreak. The infected, known as The Hollowed, are not corpses brought back to life. They are victims of an unknown neuro-parasitic organism that sustains basic motor and sensory functions but strips away human behavior, emotion, and moral reasoning. These beings are deteriorating slowly—not immortal, just clinically altered. To survive, they feed — seeking the very tissues that once made them whole. In the aftermath, society has stabilized behind walls as flourishing cities. And within the walls of San Francisco, there is a peculiar individual. Dr. Brian Mosbey is a highly respected American neurologist amongst his colleagues, protected by institutions, and quietly admired for his insight into Hollowed physiology. But beneath his practiced calm and clinical brilliance lies an impossible truth: He is one of them. Unlike the others, Mosbey has retained his mind, his memories, and his sense of self. To his knowledge, he is the only known infected whose neuro-integrity remains intact. His secret? Perhaps it was fate. Mosbey knows what he's becoming. He also knows what he must do. Now, in a world governed by research syndicates, black-market cortex trades, and ethical grey zones, Dr. Mosbey embarks on a quest — To cure himself. To rebuild the missing biochemical pathways. To reawaken the soul of the species. To restore humanity as it was. But the deeper he digs, the more horrifying the truth becomes: The outbreak wasn't random. The organism isn't done evolving. And perhaps… Humanity was never that human to begin with.

In the apocalypse, West bit the zombie. Unexpectedly, he mutated. Ordinary zombies began to fear him, and he could also absorb the power of other zombies. Others were seeking chances to survive in the apocalypse, but he strolled leisurely on the street and enjoyed the peace. In front of the evil inside the human heart, West and his zombies relished in punishing the wicked. The twin sisters had become his secret lovers. The elder one was still a little arrogant and needed to be tamed. The younger one was much more innocent, thinking she was everything to West. The squad that wanted to kill West was now destroyed by him, leaving three helpless women behind. West had no choice but to take them with him. While others were still struggling in fear, West had already held many women in his harem, possessing the mating right in the apocalypse with his zombie legion.

Robbie's found in a snow bank on death's doorstep. Can the sub club help him find his footing, even if he isn't a sub? Or is he for the right Dom?<br><br>Tom Martino is curious. All of the Doms and their subs are protecting Robbie Bailey, a street kid they found in a Trenton snow drift. It seems that when Danny was on the streets, Robbie looked out for him. When Danny’s brother Caden came to rescue Danny from the streets, they looked for Robbie and couldn’t find him. Now that they have, all of the Doms and their subs are determined to help him for helping one of their own.<br><br>Tom wants to help Robbie too, but for a different reason. After getting to know the young man, Tom is in love and wants him for his boy. But one problem remains. Robbie says he isn’t a sub.

apocalipsis zombie en Latinoamérica. no creo que deba especificar más ¿o si?

A nineteen year old girl Sana enters her college life as a fresher and experiences weird incidents which lead her to certain twist of events where she is confused between the imaginations and reality. Set out to a completely different task in her life she undergoes a lot of emotions and truths hidden from her.

Kara Marshall desaparece y su mejor amiga Peyton queda desolada, tratando de buscar respuestas con el apoyo de sus amigos, se sumergen en un oscuro y antiguo secreto de su ciudad. La investigación lleva a conocer partes que no habían conocido de su amiga, por lo que se preguntan si de verdad conocían a Kara. Peyton, Matthew, Miles y Sam harán todo lo posible para encontrar a su mejor amiga, pese a los obstáculos que pone la vida cotidiana.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?