Chat Ah Ah

One day, in the school's group chat, I accidentally revealed that I was the daughter of Sanfiric Inc.'s chairman. Out of nowhere, Sally jumped in with a scathing remark: [Do you have no shame? Clinging to some random man and calling him ‘Dad' just because you're desperate to be an heiress. Have you lost your mind?] Her accusation left me completely baffled. I didn't even bother responding, but she wasn't about to let it go. She bombarded the chat with photos and videos, all claiming to prove that she was the real heiress. In a video she shared, she was clinging to my father's arm, acting sweet and coy. I stared at the screen in shock, my mind reeling. Before I could even process what I was seeing, the school advisor kicked me out of the group chat entirely. "How could we have such a vain and shameless student? You're a disgrace to the school!" Furious, I whipped out my phone and called my dad. The moment he picked up, I exploded, "Roger Burberry, do you have another daughter I don't know about?!"

Two months into my cold war with Sean, the lover he’d been keeping finally danced her way right up to me, the real deal. Everyone expected me to react the same way I always had before, kicking up a huge scene to stake my claim. Instead, I looked at the intimate photos of Sean and her in the group chat, smiled, and sent them my blessing. [Looking good. Wishing you two a long and happy life.] The chat went dead silent. Sean must’ve sobered up from his little paradise because in the middle of the night, he drove home and pounded on my door. He was furious. “Do you think this is funny?” However, I only met his gaze calmly. “Honestly, after all these years, none of it is.”

Warning!!! 21+ Bacaan dewasa Harap bijak dalam memilih bacaan. Terima kasih. Napas Alex tersenggal setelah menghabiskan malam bersama dengan Tira. Badannya lemas, bahkan untuk mengenakan kembali pakaiannya, Ia tak mampu. "Apa kamu puas?" tanya Tira yang masih ada di sampingnya. Alex tersenyum kecil dan langsung mencium sekilas bibir Tira. Alex kembali melihat ke bagian itu, namun Tira menutupi wajah Alex dengan pakainnya. "Sudah sana! Harusnya kita tak usah bertemu dulu. Lusa kan hari pernikahan kita," lirih Tira yang kini bangkit dan menutupi semua badannya dengan selimut setelah Alex mengenakan boxer miliknya. "Ah, sayang. Aku puas karena apa yang aku mau sudah aku dapatkan!" Alex pergi ke kamar mandi dan Tira mengekornya dari belakang masuk ke kamar mandi bersamanya .... *** Alex dan Tira tak tau kalau itu adalah pertemuan terakhirnya sebelum Tira menghilang tepat di hari pernikahannya. Bagaimana kelanjutan kisah mereka?

"Kamu tak berpikir jika aku akan membantumu secara percuma bukan?" Seketika raut wajah Arinda terlihat menegang, dia kembali mendongak menatap wajah Zayn. Arinda menelan ludah, seketika harapan yang sempat tergambar jelas di wajahnya hilang berganti dengan raut wajah pucat pasi. Apa? Apa yang Zayn inginkan sebenarnya? Sedangkan itu, Zayn tersenyum dalam hati melihat itu. Ah, ini sepertinya akan menyenangkan. Bahkan dia belum mengatakannya dan gadis itu sudah terlihat ketakutan. "Apa? Apa yang kamu inginkan dariku? Aku bahkan sudah tidak memiliki apa-apa lagi?" tanya Arinda serak, terdengar malang. Zayn mengangguk-angguk percaya. Dia kemudian menatap dalam bola mata Arinda yang basah. Tatapan yang seolah mengunci Arinda. "Tubuhmu, kamu masih memilikinya bukan?" bisik Zayn di depan wajah Arinda. Kemudian dia tarik wajahnya menjauh, melihat bagaimana reaksi gadis itu dan betapa puasnya dia saat mendapati wajah cantik itu kini memerah.

“Uh, sir, maybe it's better for you to get dressed first?" Amy said. “No need, Ms. Brooke. I'm more comfortable this way.” Samuel smiled, pulling Amy's hand so her position was closer to him. “Besides, I won't need the towel for much longer.” Amy frowned to hear that. “What do you mean?” “Please, Ms. Brooke, ah, maybe I should call you Amy instead. After this, we will be more intimate. It will be awkward to call each other by our last name. Agree?” *** Amy Brooke (twenty years old), the eldest daughter of Brooke's family, has everything all women want: youth, beauty, wealth, and a great family. However, she will lose all in an event and changes her life immensely. Samuel Hoffner (thirty five years old), a billionaire, has everything all men want: great looks, wealth, popularity, and power. However, he is an anti-commitment guy. When they will meet each other and tie in a marriage contract, what will happen later? Can Amy make Samuel fall in love with her? Will their marriage survive or will it be only a short-term arrangement?

Aria's mother died while giving birth to her which led her father to hate her. She's to work for herself and the fact that she is wolfless make him hate her more while everyone at school bullies her. Aria has accepted the life of a loser. She thinks that's how she's always going to live— alone and bullied. But one day, she’s cornered by the future Beta of the pack in the restaurant where she works, and seethes at her, "How can you be my mate? You're a loser!" Heartbroken and emotional, Aria runs away from there... Only to bump into the Alpha Male, who catches her in his arms and smirks at her flirtatiously, "Ah, Aria, we meet again?" While her mate and the Beta hate her and want to reject her, the Alpha wants to date her. But there's a problem!— They both are enemies! Now Aria is caught in a foreboding situation. Should she reject her mate, the Beta, and give the Alpha a chance? Or... Should she ignore them both and get on with her life as associating with either can lead to dire consequences for her?

On her first day at work, a new colleague uploaded a 500-million-dollar property purchase agreement to the company group chat. The message was accompanied by the caption: “Thanks for the gift for my first day at work, Dad!” She quickly deleted it, following up with, “Sorry, wrong chat!” I frowned, recognizing the contract immediately. It was the same property my father gifted me for my birthday a month ago. Some sharp-eyed colleagues noticed the contract number and chimed in. “I have a relative in real estate. I remember this property. Our chairman bought it recently!” “So, the heiress has joined us to experience life. Forgive your humble servant for not recognizing you!” The chat was soon filled with flattering remarks. Even my stingy and miserly husband joined in. I felt a coldness in my heart and couldn’t help but respond in the group chat, “I recall the president always opposing ostentatious displays of wealth and advocating humility. This heiress seems to veer away from his usual philosophy.” Instead of support, I faced attacks from my husband and others. “Look at you being so poor and petty. How could you ever compare to Grace? Why did I ever marry someone so shortsighted?” “As if you know the president that well! I think you’re just jealous that Grace was born with a silver spoon!” I sneered coldly and, without hesitation, dialed the president’s number right in front of everyone. “Dad, I heard we’re not that close, hmm?”

“Tolong beri pelajaran pada istri saya!” Danu mendekat pada Harry, lalu membisikkan sesuatu. “Hah?! Apa kamu gila?" Harry berteriak tertahan. “Tidur dengan istrimu?” “Dia hanya istri di atas kertas. Saya tidak selera sama dia,” jawab Danu dengan sinis. “Jadi maksudmu, dia jelek? Kamu suruh saya tidur dengan perempuan jelek? Wah … ini penghinaan namanya.” Harry jadi emosi mendengar ucapan Danu. “Kamu jangan nolak dulu.” Danu meraih ponselnya, lalu membuka gallery foto. Kemudian, ia memperlihatkan sebuah foto pada Harry. “Apa kamu tidak punya mata? Istri secantik ini malah mau dikasih ke laki-lain lain? Wah … jangan-jangan kamu yang sinting, bukan dia,” ejek Harry. Ia pun memilih untuk beranjak dari depan Danu. “Ah, sudahlah, aku sibuk.” “10 juta untuk satu jam.” Ucapan Danu menghentikan langkah Harry. “Cukup sekali saja, setelah itu, saya pun tidak akan datang ke sini lagi.” Suara Danu kembali mengusik Harry. “Saya akan atur waktunya besok malam.”

Colter Giordano, mi prometido desde hace seis años, heredero de la familia Giordano, recibió una bala por una bailarina llamada Mia. No la recibió por mí. Una bala me atravesó el hombro. La sangre, caliente y pegajosa, me manchó el vestido. Pero mi corazón dolía más. Me preguntó si estaba bien. Solo una vez. Luego se apresuró a llevar a Mia al hospital, dejándome sangrando en el suelo. Al día siguiente, la foto de Mia apareció en mi feed de Instagram. Ahí estaba ella, en una suite de lujo del hospital. Colter se estaba desviviendo por un rasguño en su brazo que apenas se notaba. El pie de foto era de solo dos palabras: [Mi Héroe.] Le di me gusta a la publicación. Luego hice una llamada encriptada. —La oferta de la familia Falcone —dije—. La acepto. Consígueme un avión a Sicilia. Tres días.

I had just gotten home when a parent in my son’s class group chat erupted: [Ms. Zinn, what kind of place are you running? Do you let just any random stray off the street become a teacher?] [My daughter came home, grabbed two forks, and tried to jump off the balcony. She said it was Miss Never who told her to!] The homeroom teacher panicked and denied it at once, insisting there was no such person as Miss Never at the kindergarten. She even posted the official teaching schedule in the chat to prove it. On the security footage, there was not a single trace of this so-called Miss Never. However, later, my son whispered to me in secret, “Mom, Miss Never is an old lady with a cat’s face.” “She says only kids can see her.”