Chat Story Novel

My cafe's sales have doubled recently. On the day before the celebration party, my younger brother, Ian Kingston, comes looking for me. "Vivian, I'm going to marry Louisa soon. We should dissolve our business partnership." He adds, "Louisa mentioned that she and I work better together as husband and wife. She intends to open a cafe with me so that we can spend the rest of our lives together. "Vivian, you'll marry into another family someday. This cafe is a business under the Kingston family, so you should withdraw from the partnership right away." Louisa Nott has yet to become Ian's wife, but she is already thinking of taking over the Kingstons' assets? I post an announcement on my family group chat right away. "My own brother decides to dissolve our business partnership because of his girlfriend, so I shall be opening a branch of my own. When the time comes, everyone here is welcome to my cafe to sample my food. It'll be completely free of charge!"

“Jadi gimana, kamu mau gak jadi pacarku?” Sayangnya, ucapan itu bukanlah untukku. Sang pelaku adalah Kyohei, temanku sejak kecil. Ia menembak Minami, teman kelas kami di lorong sepi sekolah. Aku tak mengerti apa yang terjadi kali ini, karena dari sudut pandangku jelas-jelas kami sempat bertatapan tadi. Kenapa aku merasa seakan ia sengaja menunggu kehadiranku ya..

Nala adalah ibu rumah tangga dengan tiga anak yang sudah berumah tangga selama tiga belas tahun dengan sang suami, Rian. Saat rumah tangga mereka tengah hambar karena sikap Rian yang berubah, pria itu datang membawa wanita lain yang diperkenalkan sebagai calon istri keduanya. Akankah Nala menerima untuk dimadu atau memilih berpisah?

Harum dan Anang yang tinggal di bawah atap yang sama dengan Ibu Anang, membuat Anang lebih suka melakukan banyak hal dengan sang Ibu. Membuat Harum dan putrinya, Melati menjadi terabaikan. Mampukan Harum bertahan atau dia akan menyerah?

Just after stepping out of the shower, I received a private message from my so-called uncle, Hank Shephard—a distant relative I barely ever spoke to. "Francis, that new car you posted looks impressive. Perfect for William's wedding!" I hadn't even figured out how to reply to that out-of-nowhere comment when another message popped up. "Your cousin William is getting married next month. Just treat your car as his wedding gift." The entitlement in his tone made my head hurt. I didn't bother arguing and closed the chat window. Apparently, he did not think there was anything wrong with what he had said. Messages kept coming. "Don't worry, your uncle won't let you suffer a loss. "When it's your turn to get married, I'll have William drive that car as your lead wedding car. It'll make you look good." I stared at the screen in silence. That was the moment I realized—Some people don't just feel entitled to your belongings. They believe your life exists to serve theirs.

Our family road trip ended in a cliffside plunge. The Moon Goddess told us that to survive, we must enter the werewolf world and conquer the cruelest Alpha in existence. Only by obtaining the Alpha’s "Token of the Blood Oath" could our family be reborn. My cousin Chloe, brimming with confidence, chose the identity of the "Savior." She attempted to replicate the "White Moonlight"—the lost love—from the Alpha's memories. Meanwhile, the "Spectators" from this world were blowing up the chat stream: "This family is interesting. Much smarter than the last batch." "As long as one of them gets the Token, they all resurrect. I’m betting on the blonde hottie." "For sure. The way that Alpha looks at her? His favorability is already maxed out." Just when we thought victory was in the bag, the next day brought devastating news. The first batch of family members who entered the instance were wiped out. And Cousin Chloe died the most gruesome death of them all. The tone of the chat instantly shifted to mockery and ridicule: "LMAO. Did they really think this was some fluffy romance novel? That’s the Rogue King who crawled out of a pile of corpses." "Forget his 'White Moonlight.' He wouldn't hesitate to kill his own Fated Mate."

Opening my eyes in an unfamiliar place with unknown faces surrounding me, everything started there. I have to start from the beginning again, because I am no longer Ayla Navarez and the world I am currently in, was completely different from the world of my past life. Rumi Penelope Lee. The cannon fodder of this world inside the novel I read as Ayla, in the past. The character who only have her beautiful face as the only ' plus ' point in the novel, and the one who died instead of the female lead of the said novel. She fell inlove with the male lead and created troubles on the way. Because she started loving the male lead, her pitiful life led to met her end. Death. Because she's stupid. Literally, stupid. A fool in everything. Love, studies, and all. The only thing she knew of, was to eat and sleep, then love the male lead while creating troubles the next day. Even if she's rich and beautiful, her halo as a cannon fodder won't be able to win against the halo of the heroine. That's why I've decided. Let's ruin the plot. Because who cares about following it, when I, Ayla Navarez, who became Rumi Penelope Lee overnight, would die in the end without even reaching the end of the story? Inside this cliché novel, let's continue living without falling inlove, shall we?

Maya hanyalah asisten dari pasangan kaya raya. Namun, ia dipaksa menikahi siri Bagas Pratama, bos laki-lakinya, agar mereka memiliki keturunan untuk mewarisi perusahaan kelak. Lantas, bagaimana nasib Maya? Terlebih dirinya yang hanya dipandang sebagai alat untuk memenuhi keinginan Bagas, mulai membangun kedekatan yang lebih dari sekadar hubungan suami-istri....

Akibat konflik internal di perusahaan keluarga, Ranesya harus menikah dengan musuh bebuyutannya di sekolah. Dia menikah di usia 17 tahun atas desakan kedua orang tua. Ranesya dan Adelio saling membenci satu sama lain padahal mereka tinggal bersama. Namun, benarkah cinta tidak akan tumbuh diantara keduanya? Ig : azellarees_

At the dinner table, my mother-in-law slid a contract across to me, right in front of more than 20 relatives. "Just sign it," she said lightly. "Consider it a favor to me." I looked down. A home mortgage agreement for 150,000 dollars. Across from me, my husband's younger brother, Jim Canfield, watched with a grin. Beside him, my husband's eldest sister, Cindy Canfield, urged impatiently, saying, "Shirley, what are you waiting for? Just sign it." I said I needed to go home and talk it over with Howard Canfield first. My mother-in-law's expression darkened. "What? You can't even make this decision for your own marriage?" That night, I did not sign anything. Later, she sent a three-minute voice message in the family group chat, accusing me of being childish, ungrateful, and heartless. More than 70 replies followed—not a single one in my defense. A month later, I came home from work to find three men waiting at my door, there to seize the house. I pulled out my phone and checked the property registry. The record was clear. [Mortgaged. 150,000 dollars.]