Better Days Superm

Narendra Rafardhan Candra, dengan latar belakang keluarga yang bobrok--Ayah yang suka berganti perempuan dan ibu yang lari dengan pria lain--membuatnya tidak percaya akan hubungan cinta. Entah berapa puluh wanita yang menyandang titel pacar tiga puluh hari seorang Naren, yang diperlakukan dengan baik, tetapi tanpa cinta. Hingga Naren bertemu kembali dengan Rhea Jingga Swastamita, satu-satunya mantan kekasihnya yang tidak genap tiga puluh hari menjalin hubungan dengannya. Haruskah Naren menggenapkannya?

Malaikat cantik harus turun ke bumi untuk menjalani sebuah hukuman. Bagaimana bisa seorang malaikat yang hidup tentram di akhirat harus menjalani kehidupan di bumi yang katanya begitu kejam? Di vonis Sang Senior 150 hari hidup di bumi, tentu saja tak terbayang olehnya. Malaikat cantik yang terbiasa hidup nyaman di akhirat, harus menjadi arwah gentayangan sebab tidak tahu arah tujuan. Meratapi nasib bagai arwah yang tidak diterima oleh akhirat dan sangat memohon untuk diperbolehkan pulang. Akan tetapi, Langit, seorang lekaki indigo yang memiliki kemampuan khusus, seketika merubah pandangannya tentang dunia. Yang mulanya ia menganggap dunia ini sangat ribet, ternyata tidak se-ribet itu karena Langit yang selalu mempermudahnya hidup di dunia. Hingga tumbuh perasaan aneh yang membuatnya menjadi tidak ingin pulang ke akhirat padahal masa hukumannya telah usai. Namun, bisakah dua orang dengan dunia yang berbeda bersama? Jika dipikir memakai akal sehat, itu tidak mungkin. Yang artinya, mereka tidak akan bisa bersama. Sekuat apapun itu mereka ingin mengubah takdir. Karena pada faktanya, manusia dan malaikat tidak bisa bersatu.

WARNING ⚠️: This book contains some violence, explicit and mature content, BDSM, and is highly rated 18+. Just once, he thrust deeper and my lips gaped, trembling…my fingers squeezed his cloth tighter. “Why do you smell this way? Just why?” his voice was barely a whisper. I wanted to answer him…to tell him he was the whore here, but fućk…..he pushed into me deeper, once, twice and again. …… It was supposed to be a seven day contract and then we parted ways, but I didn't just end up being his rival…one whose mother he's been searching for all these years, but also I became the slave who the Alpha king relieves his stress in her damped fold. Was it the matebond? I doubted it. He wasn't just all over me, but I also prayed each day that he sends for me, have me tied up and f*cked until my body convulsed under him. He was dominant and possessive, and I submitted to every bit of him…

He was a player... the whole school knew She was a heart breaker... no one knew. Willis Reeler was the school's bad boy. The one who bedded girls for fun. The typical high school hottie and egotistical jerk. He was tagged: The Player. Leigh Raeken was a quiet girl newly transferred from another school. Everyone's mistake was not asking why she transferred. She was kind and nice yes, but underneath the disguise awaits a ruthless heart breaker... waiting for her next victim. What happens when a bet and endless ego pushes the Player to bed his latest conquest: the nice new transfer girl... in thirty days? And the ruthless Heart breaker sees another prey about to get his heart broken in all of thirty days? Will the Player succeed in yet adding another reckless play to his name? Will the Heart breaker succeed in crushing another heart and reputation? Will the Player and the Heart breaker both be victims of their deadliest enemy: Love? They've both got Thirty Days... May The Best Player Win.

Ketika seseorang telah pergi ke alam lain, yang diingat hanyalah kebaikan atau keburukan semasa hidup, peran terhadap orang lain, serta SEBUAH KARYA nan diukirnya. "Perjalanan penuh makna, nantinya 'kan diringkas dalam satu kisah. Satu karya sebelum pergi dari dunia." --Jeno

Amelia is an artist in a small town, she paints and draws for her living. She's in her mid-20s and she doesn't have any plan to enter any relationships. She's this lonely girl as her family abandoned her, they doesn't treat her as part of the family anymore. And then a Prince (whom she didn't knew a Prince) entered hee shop just out of curiosity. And that's where it all began.

Lantana Luca is constantly in love; in the nine years since she began dating, sixteen men have broken her heart. Despite the trauma, he continues to love and support Shane. Shane Lafitte is indeed a polite as well as an obedient teenager who believes his parents that everything is for his own good. He defers to his parents in terms of who he dates and meets. He shouldn't fall in love with the girl because his mother didn't want them to. They exchange vows as soon as they escape one another's family, oblivious to the reasons for their parents' displeasure. The ostensibly private honeymoon evolved into a terrible catastrophe that altered their plans for the future. They went from being wonderful husband and wife to a chilly instructor and a student with no recollection of their happy past. Will they still be able to rebuild their broken relationship? Is it possible for the heart to remember what the brain has forgotten? Or have they become victims of people that were meant to fall in love with each other but were not destined to be together?

I fell in love with a man I should never have touched—my brother-in-law, Lucas Zahn. The first time he came to our home with my sister, Quincy, they looked like the perfect couple. He smiled at me, held out a peace talisman bracelet, and said it would keep me safe. I wore it like it was the most precious thing in the world. When the old injury in my ankle flared up, he would scoop me into his arms and rush me to the hospital without a second thought. When thugs tried to harass me, he made them scatter with a single look, then spoke to me in a voice so gentle it made my heart tremble. I told myself I understood—that everything he did was only because I was Quincy’s younger sister. Even so, I clung to those rare moments when I could be near him. Until the night Lucas was drugged by an enemy, his life teetering on the edge. If no one acted, he would die. So, I acted. On that reckless, desperate night, my sister walked in. The sight struck her like a lightning bolt, and she collapsed, her weak heart seizing on the spot. What came next was madness. In a frenzy of rage and panic, Lucas tied me to an operating table. His hands—those hands I once longed to hold—cut open my chest and tore my heart out for her. “When the avalanche hit, Quincy nearly died saving me. I swore I’d treat her well for the rest of my life. That means loving her family, too. I never thought you’d be so shameless. “This is what you owe her!” He never knew that I was the one who saved him in that avalanche. So, I died in agony, my love carved out of me—literally. When my eyes opened again, I found myself back on the night he was drunk.

My fiancee gets drunk the day before our wedding. While I'm taking her home, she mistakes me for my best friend. "Jackson, don't bring our child to the wedding tomorrow. I don't want Samuel to know about us." I slam on the brakes, causing Madelyn Wilkinson to hit the seatback and come to her senses. When she realizes it's me, she freezes for a moment before slowly explaining, "Since you heard that, let's call off the wedding for now. You don't have to worry. Jackson doesn't plan on getting married again. But I'm still that child's mother no matter what, so I need to help out. "Jackson's your best friend. You feel sorry for him if he has to raise a child alone, don't you? I'll marry you after my son starts school." I can't help smiling bitterly. "Alright then… I don't have a problem with that." When we get home, she packs up a suitcase and leaves without another word. Feeling a sting in my eyes, I suppress my emotions as I sit on the couch, falling into a daze. That's when my phone rings at the worst possible moment. My childhood friend, Hazel Parsons, says in a hoarse voice, "Sam, don't marry her. Please." I fall silent for a beat. "Alright."

On my way back from a business trip, I scrolled past a video. A newborn was abandoned by the roadside, crying so hard. As a first time dad, I couldn’t help looking at the baby a little longer. I froze because that baby looked exactly like my son. I had booked the best confinement center in the city for my wife. I had checked them into a VIP suite. I had employed a nanny and a nursing team to look after my wife and my son full-time. I broke out in a cold sweat. My wife didn’t check her phone, so I immediately called the center's manager, Ms. Thompson. She laughed lightly. “Don’t worry, Mr. Smith. Your wife and baby are perfectly fine. They just fell asleep.” The next second, she sent me a photo of my sleeping baby. I stared at the tiny, unfamiliar face. In that instant, the blood in my body turned to ice. I was only gone for four days. So how was my son a different person?