Arti Random Di Wa

Book 1: One night. One mistake. One man I should have never touched. I lived in my sister’s shadow all my life, the overlooked daughter, the forgotten fiancée. Then she came home… with the man who once promised me forever. I didn’t know he was hers now. I didn’t plan to sleep with her ex. But the truth always finds its way out, along with the secret I’m carrying. He was mine first. Now he belongs to her… And I might be having my sister's ex's his baby. ********************************************** Book 2: Random Wetness (Started from Chapter 129): Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand? Yeah. That happened to me. Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company. Now the same stranger from that night keeps showing up… touching me like he owns me… making me feel things I shouldn’t. Things that burn. Things that terrify me. Oh, and did I mention my new boss? Yeah, we hate each other. At least, that’s what we keep telling ourselves. Will something crazy happen between us

Detective Casie Blackwood thought she'd left her supernatural past behind when she joined the police force ten years ago, fleeing the shame of public mate rejection and family abandonment. Now, ritualistic murders are forcing her back into a world she desperately wanted to forget. Three human victims have been discovered with surgical precision wounds and ancient symbols carved into their palms—markings that point to forbidden blood magic from before the supernatural communities established peaceful coexistence. When Casie finds a note written in the old pack language reading "The Hunt Begins," she realizes someone is deliberately targeting humans to harvest their primal fear, threatening to expose the entire supernatural world. Partnered with Detective Rick O'Connor, who remains unaware of her true nature, Casie must navigate the investigation while concealing her enhanced senses and knowledge of the supernatural. The wounds aren't from blades—they're fang marks. The positioning isn't random—it's ritualistic. And the killer's scent carries a terror that suggests they're being hunted by something even more dangerous. Forced to break ten years of silence, Casie contacts her estranged brother Elias, learning the symbols are ancient binding marks used to channel supernatural energy across factional boundaries. The killer needs seven sacrifices total to complete a ritual that will shatter the barriers between the human and supernatural worlds. With three victims already claimed and only four days until the next lunar cycle, time is running out. As federal agents circle and media attention intensifies, Casie must choose between maintaining her carefully constructed human life and embracing the supernatural heritage she rejected. The investigation isn't just about stopping a killer—it's about preventing an all-out war that could destroy both worlds she's sworn to protect.

Bukan kisah cinta yang berawal bahagia lantas terluka. Tapi kisah lara tentang orang tua yang amat ambisius mengejar harapan yang nyaris menyakiti perasaan. Berbagai siloka menjadi jalan cerita, berbagai diksi menjadi arti hidup ini. Berbagai lantunan sendu menjadi tangis amat pilu. Caci-maki yang selalu mengintai seakan-akan menyangkal bahwa ia tidak boleh bahagia. Meninggalkan kisah lara penuh kata penyesalan. "Ayah hidup itu tidak harus tentang nilai yang bagus. Tapi tentang seseorang yang menyayangi dengan tulus." "Ibu pintar itu tidak harus menguasai semua bidang. Satu bidang saja, jika sudah mengerti dengan perasaan orang lain, ia bukan sekedar pintar tapi jenius." "Kak pintar itu tidak harus punya piala. Sekedar mendekap lantas menyeka air mata, ia sudah pintar menghilangkan lara kita." "Aira, kamu memang berbeda tapi perbedaan itu terletak pada keistimewaan yang kamu punya. Di mana orang lain tidak memiliki itu semua. Kakak sayang kamu selamanya." "Kenapa Aira selalu dibentak ayah sama ibu? Sedangkan kak Ayu dan kak Andi gak pernah!" "Otakmu itu kecil. Berpikir pun lambat." "Ibu malu punya anak seperti kamu!" "Kakak sayang sama kamu. Kakak janji gak akan ninggalin kamu." "Kak Aira pergi sesuai permintaan kalian. Selamat tinggal." "Aira, kenapa kala itu kamu gak mengucapkan sampai jumpa lagi? Dan mungkin sekarang kita masih saling memeluk bukan menangisi kamu." "Yang sudah kamu dapat sudah seharusnya kamu dekap dengan erat."

"Mau nggak?" Aku tidak sengaja mengirim pesan tentang janji manikur dan pedikur ke kakak laki-laki sahabatku, padahal seharusnya pesan itu untuk sahabatku sendiri. Sepuluh menit kemudian, aku menerima balasan dari kakaknya: [Mireya ada di bawah, turunlah.] Aku tidak menyangka, selain usianya yang sudah matang, ternyata bagian lain miliknya juga besar. Malam itu, gairah meluap dan semuanya nyaris lepas kendali. Setelah tersadar, dia berjanji akan bertanggung jawab kepadaku. Dia sangat memanjakanku. Apa pun yang kuminta, selalu dia penuhi. Akan tetapi, ada satu syarat, yaitu aku tidak boleh mengaku bahwa aku adalah kekasihnya di depan umum. Lima tahun kemudian, dia pulang membawa seorang wanita. Sambil merangkul pinggang wanita itu, dia menyuruhku memanggilnya "Kakak Ipar". Aku bertanya kepadanya, "Kalau dia kakak iparku, lalu apa arti lima tahun penantianku untukmu?" Pria itu tersenyum santai, tetapi kata-kata yang keluar dari mulutnya membuat sekujur tubuhku terasa membeku. "Menunggu? Memangnya aku pernah memintamu untuk menunggu?" "Aurelia Faresta, ke depannya, jangan pernah lagi mencintai orang dengan begitu tulus kayak gini. Itu sungguh mengerikan." Ternyata, seluruh cinta yang kuberikan dengan segenap jiwa ragaku, hanyalah sebuah beban yang ingin dia hindari. Aku pun mulai mencoba untuk tidak lagi mencarinya, belajar untuk melepaskannya dan akhirnya … pergi meninggalkannya. Namun, seminggu kemudian, saat aku sedang mengucapkan janji suci pernikahan dengan pria lain …. Sosok pria yang dahulu begitu arogan dan penuh gairah itu, kini berdiri di bawah altar dengan mata yang memerah.

“Laki-laki itu tidak perlu ijin istri untuk menikah lagi,” katanya. Mendengar ucapan Ayah bisa kulihat Ibu malah tertunduk lagi, ada apa sebenarnya? kenapa dia hanya diam tanpa suara? “Dari sekian banyak sunah nabi kenapa harus poligami, Riana biar kutanya langsung padamu, bersediakah kamu jadi istri kedua suamiku?” “Hmm, aku, tolong kasih aku waktu, aku engga bisa ngasih keputusan sekarang,” jawab Riana. “Kenapa nak Riana bukannya kamu dan Bagas sudah saling kenal, bukankah kalian sudah dekat sejak kuliah?” tanya Ayah mertua. Hah? Apa ini jadi mereka pernah dekat? Kenapa hidup serumit ini. Lagi-lagi aku hanya bisa tersenyum menyaksikan permainan takdirku. “Kenapa Dek, kenapa kamu malah senyum,” Mas bagas menatap heran ke arahku, raut mukanya tampak gelisah mungkin dia takut aku akan meledak. “Kenapa dunia ini begitu sempit Mas? kamu sendiri gimana? maukah menikahi mantan teman sebangkuku?” Aku harus memastikan ini sendiri disaksikan kedua orang tuanya. Dia lagi-lagi tak menjawab. “Tentu saja suamimu tidak akan menolak menikah dengan wanita cantik seperti Riana, toh mereka juga sudah saling mengenal,” sambar ayah mertuaku. “Kalau tolak ukur menikahi wanita hanya dilihat dari kecantikannya, apakah setelah menikah ada jaminan dia akan memiliki anak laki-laki, kalau tidak bukankah semuanya sia-sia.” Rasa sakit tak melulu harus ditampakkan dengan air mata, dan senyum tak selamanya memiliki arti bahagia. Senyum itu mampu menghilangkan luka walau hanya sekejap. Memberikan kekuatan baru agar aku bisa lebih kuat menghadapi kenyataan pahit.

I was a she-wolf in heat. During this cycle, I needed release multiple times a day, or the ache became unbearable. Every morning, I woke up soaking wet, my panties clinging to my slick entrance. Even the slightest movement made the emptiness feel maddening. My Alpha mate, Ethan, was supposed to be home taking care of my needs, but he’d been away on pack business for over two weeks. After patrolling the territory, I couldn't suppress the urge any longer. Panting heavily, I ducked behind a secluded thicket and began to touch myself. Just then, a rough, large hand grabbed my ass from behind, squeezing hard. A shiver ran through my entire body. I intended to snap at the intruder, ready to tell him to fuck off, but when I turned around, my face burned with a blush. It was Liam—Ethan's brother who had just arrived at the pack. He was a tall, handsome Alpha with rock-hard muscles and eyes burning with lust. He hadn't recognized me; he thought I was just some random she-wolf in heat and continued to grope me shamelessly. "Let's see who we have here," Liam murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Just a little she-wolf in heat, acting like a bitch in need." His Alpha pheromones enveloped me, driving my inner wolf wild with the heat. My slick coated my thighs as the wetness increased. My muscles tensed, and my nipples hardened to the point of pain, aching to be pinched by him. Embarrassment warred with desire. I knew this was wrong—he was my mate's brother. What if Ethan found out? But my body wouldn't listen. My hips rocked back and forth of their own accord, chasing the pressure of his fingers. But just then, my phone buzzed. It was Ethan……

"But why me?" I asked the question that was bothering me. "If you hate me so much, why did you decide to marry me? Why didn't you just pick anyone else? Maybe Chiara, or some random lady in Trinigad, why does it have to be me?" I wasn't staring, but I knew he probably looked at me like I was naive or stupid. He clapped his hand, quite loudly, staggering me, "I never said I hated you," he declared, taking me off guard. I looked at him. His hazel eyes pierced at me with an intensity unmatched, making my stomach clench. "You are merely a pawn in my grand plan, a stepping stone. I do not hate you, but I do not need to love you either, I just need to make the most of you." Annalisa, the princess of Trinigad, was born in a world where Omega's were highly revered, and her father — Alpha king of the kingdom of Trinigad, showered her with immense love and gifts as a result. She was spoiled, ruthless. No one had ever refused her anything until she crossed paths with Alpha Alexander. Love at first sight. Alpha Alexander, a man of mystery whose being was an orchestrated falsehood, was the Alpha of the white pack. A pack concentrated in the kingdom of Trinigad. After receiving a marriage proposal from Annalisa, he accepted without hesitation. Albeit, making it clear to her that he only needed her for her womb and he didn't plan on loving her since his heart already belonged to another. As Annalisa and Alexander begin a relationship based on hate, hormones come into play, mate bonds are discovered, secrets are unraveled, one that could potentially orchestrate the downfall of the werewolf species, hanging in the balance of an ultimatum.

Liliana Adare wasn't expecting to fall in love with the enemy. After a chance encounter, Liliana's last year at "The Academy," a prestigious boarding prep school, turns into an unexpected romance with the biggest bully in school, the handsome and cruel Atticus Preston, she isn't sure she should believe her good luck. Practically overnight she goes from being one of the most bullied and reviled students on campus to being everyone's new darling. Little does she know it is all a game. The richest kids in school like to make other suffer for their amusement, and so they began "The Bully Games," a secret competition where the winner gets to position of "group leader" and the opportunity to shape the game for the year to follow. What Lily doesn't realize is that her new boyfriend is also this year's architect. And their relationship is anything but chance. Let the games begin! ___________________________________ I let my finger fall as the person's face slowly comes into focus and my brain realizes what I have done. Standing behind me is not a random stranger, it is a very particular person, one I've been trying to get out of my mind since yesterday. Atticus Preston, the most handsome, conniving, self-centered jerk on campus is staring down at me, his large hazel eyes full of amusement. "I'm sorry, were you trying to say something." “I ah…so…I…” I sputter, not quite able to catch my breath or find my words, lost in the golden glow of his eyes. “Atticus, I'm…” “Speechless, perfect,” his smile increases as he leans in close to whisper in my ear. “I feel that way when I see you sometimes too.” My heart rate increases and my breath quickens. Is he flirting with me? ...

Selene Davies was heartbroken when Sunny Dale humiliated and dumped her on her 20th birthday. She felt that she had done everything right in their relationship, and couldn’t tell where things went wrong. After all, she was raised by her mother to be a lady; prim and proper. That night, she gave in to her wildest desires and threw herself into the warm arms of Declan Grayson, the personification of wealth and power. Selene reckoned that there was nothing wrong with letting herself loose and having a great night. However, what if her fling wasn't just a decade older than her but also turned out to be her step-uncle? Well, he was nothing but a fling, no strings attached, or so she thought. Regret was an understatement when she learned that Declan didn't only take her first, but also publicized their affair. He portrayed her as a slut who gave sexual favors for a measly screen time. Now, she has the black market drug, ecstasy in her system, and when it’s effects kick in at random times, she either gets laid quickly or kicks the bucket. Who, or better still, what would be her medicine, when she has no man in her life? *** "Oh my God! Why does my head hurt so much? And my whole body also hurts like crazy. Ouch!!! Selene suddenly spotted a full-grown man lying beside her, “Hey, who the fu*k are you? And why are you in my bed?” Declan only smiled beautifully, a coy smirk lacing his lips. "Take a look around, sweetheart. You. Are. In. My. Bed!” His deep baritone voice sounded in her ear, stirring emotions she swore never to entertain again, or just maybe she never really felt that way before...

He wanted a replacement. I was the original. For three years, I was Evie, a woman with no past, saved from a tragic accident by the devastatingly powerful Nathaniel Blackwood. He gave me a name, a home, and a purpose as his contract lover. I thought it was love. The night he proposed in a shower of gardenias, I believed my fairy tale had come true. Until she walked back into his life. Serena Sterling. His missing first love. The woman whose face is my mirror image. In a single moment, my world shatters. I discover I’m not his beloved, I’m her gilded substitute. Every detail of my life, from my perfume to my smile, was curated to match her. And now that the original has returned, the copy is discarded. Heartbroken and betrayed, I vanish from his penthouse with nothing but the clothes I wore when I woke up in the hospital three years ago. But my escape uncovers a truth more dangerous than his deception. I am not a nobody. I am Alessandra Vanderbilt, the missing heiress to a billion-dollar empire. The accident that stole my memory wasn’t random, it was an attempt on my life. And the woman who shares my face may have been the one who ordered the hit. Now, I have two battles to fight: reclaiming my legacy from the aunt who wants me gone, and resisting Nathaniel Blackwood, who has realized too late that the woman he threw away is the only one he truly craves. He’s using every resource from ruthless business deals, public grand gestures, and soul-baring groveling to win me back. But how do you trust a man who loved you only as a reflection of another?