Apocalyptic Online

"Astaga, aku terlambat!" Anastasia Putri Ville - perempuan berusia 23 tahun yang saat ini terpaksa untuk menggunakan ojek online yang cukup mahal itu tentunya. Tak ada waktu lagi di hari pertamanya datang ke kantor itu. Apalagi ia harus menghadiri sesi wawancara dengan atasan mereka. Selama di perjalanan, ia mencoba untuk menghapal kembali semua profil atasan mereka sekaligus dengan posisi yang akan ia lamar itu - sebagai seorang asisten keuangan CEO. Namun, karena merasa kesal akan sesuatu hal tanpa ia sadari, sejak tadi Ana telah menggerutu hebat dan tentu saja semua itu di dengar oleh sang supir yang entah mengapa memilih untuk membawa mobilnya, padahal sebelumnya Ana hanya memesan sebuah ojek motor online. Tanpa ia sadari, sosok supir yang akan mengantarkannya menuju ke kantor barunya untuk mengikuti wawancara itu adalah bosnya sendiri yang notabene adalah sang CEO dari Hamilton Otomotive Company, Nathaniel Jacko Hamilton.

All her life, Nova has survived by pretending to be a boy. Born an omega girl with no protection, exposing the truth would destroy her. Blondage College was supposed to be quiet, safe, and invisible. Until she accidentally crashes into Aiden Silvercrest, the cold, dangerous alpha heir everyone fears. One moment of humiliation, and suddenly… They're assigned as roommates. Aiden’s stare burns. His voice drops when he’s close. His touch lingers too long. He should hate her… so why does he keep protecting her? And then there’s Nolan—her childhood best friend. Sweet, gentle, and the boy she’s secretly loved for years. A boy who’s falling for a mysterious online girl… who looks exactly like Nova without her disguise. Caught between a boy she has always wanted… …And an alpha who refuses to let her go… How long can Nova hide her truth? What happens when Aiden discovers the secret under her shirt? And when her first love finally sees the girl he’s been searching for… Who will she choose?

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

In my dormitory, there was a poor student. With all the good intentions in the world, my roommates and I were eager to help her, not realizing how much our help would cost. She wasn't impressed by the hairdryer we offered, insisting on borrowing a branded one instead. The skincare products we gave her? They were applied to her feet. And, as if that wasn't enough, she specifically demanded luxury face cream. One day, I lent her my tablet to look up some information, and to my surprise, she secretly opened up my gaming app, spent all the diamonds and reward tickets I had saved for half a year, and left me empty-handed. When I asked her to pay me back, she turned the tables and posted a public message online, accusing me. "I'm just a poor student from the countryside, never played games before. Are the materials in the game really worth this much?" Before I knew it, the comment section was flooded with criticisms of me. In a fit of frustration, I fired back with a post of my own, throwing her into the spotlight. "Well, I suppose you've never tasted the bitterness of being cyberbullied, have you?"

My nephew, Jason, came to live with my family for three years while he went to high school in the city. I took care of him the best I could, never once thinking it was a burden. The day he got accepted into a top-ranked university, he went live online. He told thousands of strangers about his miserable life living under someone else's roof. "I know I shouldn't say this, but I really suffered through it. "Those days of depending on others… I never want to think about them ever again. "I just want all parents to know this. No matter how poor you are, keep your kids with you. Even eating scraps together is better than watching another family of three enjoy a feast while you sit alone in the corner." He became an overnight sensation, so did I. The people on the internet dug up everything about me. My name, my job, my address. I was doxxed. I died depressed from the online bullying. However, I somehow got to do it all over again. This time, I was not going to be the saint anymore.

My wife, Wendy, faked her death and took her younger sister’s identity, and I pretended not to know. I removed her from the position of general manager at the company and went to the police station to cancel her identity registration. In my past life, Wendy’s younger sister, Stacy, died in a car accident. Wendy chose to live as her, only because she could not bear to let Eric, her sister’s husband, become a widower. I confronted Wendy and demanded to know why she was impersonating her sister, but she refused to admit anything. “I understand that losing Wendy hurts, but you cannot treat me as if I’m her just because she is gone.” After that, Wendy spread rumors everywhere, saying I had lost my mind. She claimed that my wife had just died and I was already harboring improper thoughts toward her younger sister. In a short time, I suffered an unprecedented wave of online harassment. In the end, an overzealous netizen stabbed me to death in an alley. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Wendy was preparing to take her sister’s identity.

I was dying of kidney failure. Henry Colombo—the ruthless Mafia heir who once swore he’d burn the world to keep me alive— found me a donor. But the price… was her. Susan Miller, the woman who’d always lingered between us, smiled as she set her terms: “Be mine for one month. Pretend you love me—and I’ll save her life.” He agreed. He said it was just to save me. But every lie, every kiss, every photo she posted online was another nail in my coffin. Each time the surgery drew near, she invented a new delay—a fever, a nightmare, a tender bruise. And Henry believed her. He always believed her. The night my heart flatlined on the operating table, he was across the city, feeding her grapes under candlelight, whispering her name—the name of the woman who had let me die. When he finally learned the truth—that every tear she shed was rehearsed, every promise she made was poison— he destroyed everything. Her lies. Her wealth. Her family name. His own empire. But none of it brought me back.

Amber is a simple, kind, and brave girl. She’s the eldest among three siblings. Despite having a complete family, they lack one thing that is essential for survival—money. Her father works as a security guard in a well-known construction firm while her mother is an online seller of thrifty clothes. At a young age, she saw how her parents worked hard to provide the needs of their family. That is why she promised herself that she will do everything to help her parents once she graduated—but things won’t be that easy for her. Amber is a third-year college student in a well-known university, but unlike most of the students, she got in because of her scholarship. She was never the type of student to ace her academics, but her marks are enough to lessen her school fees by 50%. In order to pay for the remaining half, she applied as a student assistant in their university. William James Walton, he's one of the most sought after business man in his generation. He's young, good-looking and smart. Many of his business opponents envy the his charm and strategies. Will these two people from two different world be able to find happiness in each others arms? Or will their differences hinder the chance of a happy ending?

Daffa adalah seorang remaja cerdas yang selalu tertarik dengan dunia teknologi dan digital. Kehidupannya yang biasa diwarnai belajar di sekolah dan bersosialisasi dengan teman-teman berubah drastis ketika ia menemukan berita tentang mata uang digital dan dunia cryptocurrency. Rasa penasaran membawanya menelusuri dunia blockchain, wallet digital, dan investasi online, yang kemudian mengantarkannya pada petualangan tak terduga. Di perjalanan awal, Daffa bertemu Bima, teman sekelas yang memiliki minat serupa, dan seorang mentor yang membimbing mereka memahami dunia digital dengan benar. Mereka memulai eksperimen kecil dengan investasi digital, menghadapi tantangan penipuan, dan belajar pentingnya manajemen risiko, kesabaran, serta keamanan siber. Perlahan, Daffa menemukan peluang untuk mengembangkan proyeknya sendiri—token edukasi digital untuk membantu pelajar memahami teknologi keuangan modern. Dengan hadirnya Karin, seorang ahli desain dan marketing, tim kecil ini mulai bekerja sama untuk membangun proyek yang lebih serius. Mereka menghadapi berbagai konflik: rivalitas, kerugian investasi, serangan hacker, masalah hukum, dan dinamika internal tim.

The owner of a small company gives me an expensive bag as a gift because I want to invest in his company, yet his wife mistakes me for a homewrecker. She and her entourage crash my engagement party and trash the place. "All homewreckers need to go to hell!" "Shameless women will always be shameless. Strip her so everyone online can see what she looks like!" "Share the livestream and like it, everyone! We'll disfigure her once we hit 500 thousand likes!" Not only does my fiancé refuse to help, but he even announces that the engagement is off. "A homewrecker doesn't deserve to marry me!" I repeatedly warn them not to act rashly, but they ignore me. So, I give them each a swift punch to the gut before stepping on the perpetrator's face. Then, I call my secretary. "Tell Mr. Lane that I'm pulling out of the investment. Also, call the police and my lawyer. I've been robbed and insulted in public—I want the culprits to go to jail for this!" My fiancé regrets everything and asks me for a reconciliation, but I kick him aside. "Get lost! I'm not dumpster!"