Cool Japanese Nicknames

Valencia, akrab di panggil Cia. Seorang gadis ceria, cantik dan pandai di sekolahnya. Feroka Hatcher, akrab di panggil Aka. Seorang cowok cool tak banyak bicara dan justru terkesan sombong. Pintar dan banyak prestasi juga di sekolahnya, jago basket dan atlet karate andalan sekolahnya. Dua tahun sekelas tak lantas membuat Cia bisa mengenal dan akrab dengan cowok bernama Aka. Hingga diam-diam dia sering memperhatikannya dan menaruh kagum yang dalam pada cowok itu. Sebuah ketidaksengajaan atas tugas yang di berikan kepada mereka oleh wali kelas akhirnya membuat jalan komunikasi mereka tersambung. Hingga merubah pertemanan tak di duga itu menjadi sebuah hubungan cinta remaja. Aka yang pendiam ternyata memang memiliki kehidupan yang lain daripada orang kebanyakan. Hidupnya tak lepas dari tangan dan mata bodyguard pelindungnya yang justru membuat kehidupan bebasnya terkekang. Semua itu karena orang tua Aka adalah seorang pengusaha kaya raya kelas internasional dengan musuh dimana-mana. Itulah alasan bodyguard mengikuti dirinya kemanapun meski tak selalu nampak oleh mata, mereka orang suruhan daddy-nya. Kehidupan Cia mulai terseret ke dalam kehidupan Aka yang penuh batasan. Dan kehadiran Jordi sebagai rival Aka untuk mendapatkan cinta di hati Cia menjadi batu kerikil kisah manis cerita cinta mereka di usia muda. Suatu hari Jordi mengajak Aka bertanding balapan liar, dan di sinilah petaka terjadi karena kecurangan Jordi. Aka kecelakaan, koma dan di kabarkan akan meninggal dunia. Cia menjadi stres setengah gila di buatnya. Akankah Aka dan Cia bisa mempertahankan cinta kuat mereka di tengah ujian cinta yang harus mereka hadapi?

Everyone had been poisoned. The toast for my party had just happened and now people were dropping like flies around me. And then I saw him. He entered the hall like an angel of death, his dark brown eyes two pools of malevolence that shone with sinister intent.Despite his twenty years of age, he definitely had more kills under his belt than years on his person. I was viciously yanked into the hard body of the man responsible for everything going on.One muscular arm went over my chest, pinning me to him. Fear lodged itself in my throat upon the sensation of cool dangerous metal at my temple. I bit back a whimper. He was going to kill me. “The name is Gabriel Rossi,” he murmured, his deep voice sending ripples of fear down my spine. “And your papa is going to watch me k*ll his precious princesa. He took my birthright from me. I’m gonna take something from him too.” I gathered my courage and with a surprising amount of strength fueled by the sheer terror pumping in my veins, I pulled myself out of Gabriel’s grasp. He tried to grab my arm, only for his hand to go over the protective bangle that suppressed my magic. I gave another fierce jerk of my body and the bangle broke away, left behind in his hand as I pulled free. I heard the cocking of his p*st0l. My eyes met the feral glowing yellow eyes of my killer, one hundred percent sure I was going to die. “Mate,” Gabriel Rossi said, staring straight at me. **** In a world where darkness and magic collide, Evelina finds herself entangled in a perilous dance with fate. You can run from Gabriel Rossi....but you can't hide. ***

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.