Arti Kata Dumb

"Bu Valen, apakah arti selingkuh itu?" Valen sangat terkejut mendengar pertanyaan muridnya yang masih duduk di bangku kelas 2 SD. Pertanyaan itu juga yang mengiring Valen untuk masuk dalam konflik besar rumah tangganya Evan dan Jojo yang mulai hancur karena perselingkuhan Jojo. Valen menyimpan rasa kasihan dan simpati besar pada Evan, yang menderita dengan perselingkuhan istrinya. Dia semakin terjebak dengan perasaannya. Semakin menyimpan rasa untuk Evan. Sehingga dalam waktu singkat, Evan telah menjadi sugar daddynya. Salahkah perasaan yang tumbuh di hatinya ini? Salahkah hubungan yang dia jalani ini? Haruskah dia mundur, atau terus maju dan terus mempertahankan sugar daddy, yang adalah ayah dari muridnya sendiri itu?

Suamiku seorang mafia bernama Alvaro Winata, sedang berselingkuh dengan saudara tiri-nya, Cindy Martadina. Di mobil, ruang kerja, kamar mandi, bahkan di meja makan, mereka meninggalkan jejak perselingkuhan di mana-mana. "Cindy, jangan khawatir. Begitu posisi aku jadi kuat di keluarga, aku akan beri kamu segalanya." "Bella Winata… dia cuma alat buat amankan posisi aku." Selama delapan tahun pernikahan kami, dialah yang pernah membisikkan kata-kata termanis yang ada di dunia ini kepada aku. Kini, semua pengabdiannya tak memiliki arti apa pun. Aku tidak menangis, tidak juga buat keributan. Sebaliknya, aku buat sebuah kesepakatan di pasar ilegal. Dua minggu lagi, Bella Winata akan menghilang dari dunia ini selamanya.

Edwina mencintai pria yang tidak mencintainya. Abiyasa, suami dingin tanpa pelukan, tanpa kata manis hanya kewajiban yang tertulis di atas kertas, tapi Edwina tetap tinggal, menunggu, dan berharap. Akankah musim dingin di hati Abiyasa luluh oleh hangatnya cinta yang tulus? Karena kadang, cinta paling menyakitkan adalah cinta yang tak pernah diminta balasannya.

Kekuatan Seorang Wanita, kesepian, pencarian panjang, tumbuh dalam kesulitan, bertahan hidup di Jedi, pantang menyerah dan tak kenal ampun, untuk mematahkan cara pamungkas seni bela diri. Yivione young, seorang murid dari percobaan Paviliun Lingxiao dan seorang pelayan menyapu, secara tidak sengaja memperoleh buku hitam tanpa kata, dan menginjakkan kaki di seni bela diri.

Selama setahun pernikahannya, Helena tak pernah merasakan hangatnya cinta dari Rivano. Suaminya dingin, penuh luka, dan menyimpan sisi gelap yang kelam. Bagi Rivano, cinta bukan kelembutan—melainkan kontrol, obsesi, dan dominasi. Di tengah pernikahan yang penuh luka itu, hadir Baskara—pria yang berbeda. Ia lembut, hangat, dan membuat Helena merasakan kembali arti dicintai tanpa rasa takut. Namun cinta tak pernah sesederhana itu… Mampukah Helena menemukan cinta sejati di tengah pernikahan yang rapuh? Bisakah Rivano melepaskan sisi gelapnya demi mempertahankan Helena? Atau justru cinta Helena yang perlahan berubah, berbalik arah pada Baskara? Sebuah kisah tentang cinta, luka, dan pilihan hati: Cintai aku… sebelum cinta yang lain mencintaiku.

Di usia 53 tahun, seorang ibu tunggal dihadapkan pada dilema pelik: bagaimana menjalani sisa hidupnya. Anak pertamanya telah menikah dengan wanita kaya raya, menuntut sang ibu untuk menjadi "mertua kalah" agar tak terusir, demi menjaga kesempatan tinggal sementara atau dukungan. Sementara itu, anak keduanya hidup pas-pasan di kontrakan bersama istri dan dua anaknya, dan tidak mampu menampungnya. Ibu ini berjuang untuk tetap menjadi "ibu hebat" bagi kedua anaknya yang sering salah paham, sambil menghadapi kenyataan pahit bahwa ia harus mencari jalan sendiri di tengah konflik internal dan eksternal, berbekal tekad untuk bertahan dan menemukan arti kebahagiaan dan sebuah 'rumah' yang sejati di usia senja.

My husband falls for my cousin at first sight while still married to me. They conspire to make me fall from grace. I end up with a ruined reputation and family. I can't handle the devastation, so I decide to drag them to hell with me as we're on the way to get the divorce finalized. Unexpectedly, all three of us are reborn. As soon as we open our eyes, my husband asks me for a divorce so he can be with my cousin. They immediately get together and leave the country. Meanwhile, I remain and further my medical studies. I work diligently. Six years later, my ex-husband has turned into an internationally renowned artist, thanks to my cousin's help. Each of his paintings sells for astronomical prices, and he's lauded by many. On the other hand, I'm still working at the hospital and saving lives. A family gathering brings us three back together. It looks like life has treated him well as he holds my cousin close and mocks me contemptuously. However, he flies off the handle when he learns I'm about to marry someone else. "How can you get together with someone else when all I did was make a dumb mistake?"

DISCLAIMER; BOYxBOY, erotic and 18+ only. “I will just drink my beer here, it is what I always do,” That is a lie, Caleb would probably be banging a blonde by now, now he was trying to act cool, he is just another piece of shit that I would enjoy cracking. “That would be dumb, won’t it?” I asked, seductively, walking closer to him. “Wh…what the fuck are you doing?” he asked as I slammed him to the wall. The party is filled with a bunch of horny teenagers, nobody gives a fuck what you do. “Making your evening eventful,” I whispered into his ear before biting his earlobe. The bottle of beer fell from his hands as he tried to push me off. “Stop…p, I’m not gay,” he wiggled, and that was just making me horny as fuck. “But you like it,” I chuckled, still licking his earlobe, as my hands went underneath his shirt. I pinched his nipple hard and his eyes rolled back. “No… I… don’t,” he lied but it came out as moans, making me smile. Caleb Mike didn't know he was gay till Ralph Landon came along, but Ralph just wanted to take revenge on Caleb for breaking his sister’s heart. Would he end up falling in love?

“Why do you suddenly want out of this marriage? Who the fuck are you screwing, you dumb bitch?!” “I'm not screw-” I tried to explain, but he was already on me and I screamed as he dragged me up by my neck, his hand so tight on my throat I couldn’t breathe. “Who is it?!” he growled. “Who the fuck would dare!” ---- In a world absent the mate bond, alliances were formed through blood, power, and betrayal rather than fate. Makena Blackwell was born into the mafia's lowest-ranking position, promised at birth to a powerful heir in exchange for her family's survival. She was ready to marry him. But he was ready to destroy her. On the night she was meant to die, however, something impossible happened. A man rose from the icy steel trays of her father’s morgue. He was a stranger, with no memory, no name, and no pulse. And when their gazes met, fate spoke the word they never expected to hear in their lifetime, echoing so loudly in their souls it shook the very fabric of their being. “Mate!” The man the world left for dead wasn’t just anyone; he was the dread every mafia house feared, and he was hers. She was promised to a prince of power… but fate gave her the king of the dead.

"Just join me for a drink perhaps?" Her bushy brows rose suggestively at me. She knew my answer, she knew what I'd say. I grabbed the bottle off her scrawny hands and said "You know, for a one time thing, this has become a regular." To be honest, I was actually looking forward to meeting up with her. Not that I was going to admit it to her face. "Like therapy sessions from two dumb, ill-favored kids. Who are trying to give each other easing words." She was right. Though her stumbled movements indicated a slight intoxication. Suddenly, out of the awkward moment, she looked up at me with a sad smile and said. "I might be a street girl but is it too bad to wish for a normal life? Go to proms? Have new clothes? Shelter? Love? Do I not deserve?" Her teary eyes searched deep into my soul. I was unaware of the lack of distance between us. When did we get so close with barely an inch barrier? "Flare..." that was all I could say because then all I could feel were soft lips against mine. Her lips! And it felt so nice. Subconsciously, I grabbed her little body and went for another kiss, this time, a deeper kiss.