Tragedy

Golden Cuisine owner no. 1: YelA suicidal maniac, Yelsha Oba, seem to always fail in her attempts to end her life. She then decided to join Kyumei, an organization that helps people to save lives by risking their own. Two birds in one stone. She can both save other's lives and fulfill her own desire to die. Along doing the job, she started to run her own business as her mask for her real job. The epitome of her hard work, her home... Golden Cuisine. Warning: R-18 Mature Content

I had promised my son that when he turned three, the three of us would go to the amusement park together as a family. But he never lived to see that birthday. My husband, Daniel Shaw, who was a perfect match for the bone marrow transplant, disappeared just before the surgery—phone off, leaving no trace. Without him, our son lost his last chance at survival. When Daniel finally came home, he asked, "Where's our son? Weren't we supposed to take him to the amusement park for his birthday?" Then his eyes fell on the urn. That was the moment he truly lost his mind.

Sebuah kisah kenakalan remaja yang berujung penyakit mental. Memadu kasih di zaman yang hampir semua berkaitan denga masalah sexual. Yang pada akhirnya saling menyakiti satu sama lain. Apakah cinta dan nafsu tidak bisa dibedakan?

She was wrongly thought of as a person that kidnapped her younger sister just to marry him. She was tortured cruelly even when she was seven months pregnant. But for the sake of her baby and the so-called love for him, she swallowed her resentment and carried on. However, she found it so hard to endure his cold attitude when her sister turned out to be alive and came back safe and sound. At the cliff, the rogues sent by her sister advanced upon her with evil intentions. In despair, she jumped off the cliff with her baby. In this life, she would never see him again.

Peringatan Novel Memiliki Unsur Dewasa 18+ Tidak semua orang diberi kesempatan untuk mengubah hidupnya. Rangga, yang hidup dalam kemiskinan dan penuh hinaan, tak pernah menyangka akan menerima warisan dari seorang kultivator. “Dengan kekuatan ini, tak akan ada lagi yang merendahkanku. Tak ada wanita yang menolak, dan siapa pun yang menyinggungku akan menyesal.” Warisan itu membangkitkan rasa percaya diri dalam dirinya. Rangga tak hanya menginginkan kekayaan dan hormat, tapi juga kekuasaan mutlak—agar tak seorang pun berani mengusiknya lagi.

Luna Astrid had been a faithful and dedicated partner to Alpha Jarvis and the entire Emberclaw pack. She took care of the pack when Jarvis was away. She was happy when she learned that Jarvis would be coming home. She waited, only for him to come back with a lady he claimed was his fated mate. Astrid was torn apart. Yet, Jarvis assured her that bringing another woman to the pack wouldn't change anything between them. A situation occurred, and Astrid was accused of theft. She pleaded innocent, but no one listened. She was subjected to the walk of shame, forced to walk naked in front of the entire pack. With certainty that her world had come to an end, the twisted and dark alpha of the Shadowfen pack took her in. He trained her, and she became one of the best warriors in Veridian. When tragedy struck the Emberclaw pack, Jarvis ran to the Shadowfen pack to ask for help. "How dare you ask for my help after what you let them did to me?" Astrid demanded. "I'm sorry, Astrid. I was lost and following the pack orders. You should come home." Jarvis pleaded on his knees. "I'm sorry to disappoint you. Astrid belongs to me and to the Shadowfen Pack." Soren pulled Astrid to his side, not willing to let her go. Would Astrid go back to her pack, to the man she once loved or stay with the man that had saved her?

In the heart of modern Cairo stands an ordinary residential tower… yet behind its walls lurk secrets darker than the night itself. House of Horror plunges into the psychological depths of characters who slowly unravel, transforming from ordinary people trying to survive… into beings haunted by hallucinations, crimes, and cursed truths. The story begins with a mysterious murder shaking the tower’s residents, and events unfold like an unstoppable rolling fire: Nasser, the father, commits the first crime in his home, igniting a chain of psychological terror and breakdowns. Malik, the son, becomes the focal point, trapped between a haunting past and horrifying truths that consume his mind, until he himself turns into a merciless monster. Sophia, his sorrowful sister, is swept into a vortex of fear and despair. Other characters’ paths intertwine inside the cursed house: Dima, Ghada, Rofan, security officers, tower residents… all threads in a dark tapestry driven toward a single fate: death or madness. Police officers fall into a maze of mysteries, entangled with corpses, investigations, cameras, and witnesses unaware that they are approaching a bloody end. Questions mount: Who is the killer? Who is the victim? Or is the house itself the true criminal? In this first part, the initial tragedy takes shape… and the curse begins. A high dose of psychological horror, suspense, and escalating drama drives the reader to hold their breath with every page. .....

During the three years after I'm diagnosed with a malignant tumor, my husband performs over 30 major surgeries on me so he can keep me around to donate my corneas to his true love. Finally, when she has the courage to face her illness under his encouragement, he follows a doctor's advise and gives up on treating me. I laugh when taking my last breath. He has no idea that the cancer has already spread to my eyes. He won't be transplanting my corneas in his true love's eyes—he'll be planting cancer in her.

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

After I became a vegetable, Samuel kept me alive for two years with all sorts of tubes. I thought he couldn’t bear to let me go—until his true love returned to the country. He took my corneas and transplanted them to her. Right in front of me, he spoke to her with the utmost tenderness: “Don't worry; you'll be fine. These eyes have been prepared for you for two years.” As a result, I had an adverse reaction after the surgery and passed away. When he heard the news, his eyes turned crimson with rage, and he nearly smashed the hospital: ”Didn't you say there wouldn’t be any problems?!”