Cozy Writing

I was head over heels for Jace Johnston for ten long years, but to him, I was just plain crackers: "Lacking flavor, but folks still nibble on them." Meanwhile, he was getting cozy with another girl behind my back. After a decade of playing childhood sweethearts, I realized it led nowhere. I was done being his side dish. So, I decided to marry someone else. Then, Jace knocked on my door in the middle of the night. "Rea..." "Mr. Johnston, can I help you?" I asked. Just then, a deep voice boomed from my bedroom, "Honey, where did you put my underwear?" Jace stumbled and practically coughed blood right there. Next thing I knew, he was venting on social media, posting: [Some people leave a hole that never fills. Love isn't promised forever, so hold her close and cherish every heartbeat while you can.]

"Jadi, selain ngelayanin tamu dan nari striptis, kamu juga bekerja sebagai biduan orgen tunggal, ya?" lanjut Samuel, kali ini nada bicaranya sedikit santai. "Kenapa nggak kerja di karaoke aja? Aku bisa masukin kamu di Cozy Karaoke kalau memang kamu suka—" "Nggak, makasih, Om," potong Annabelle cepat. "Kalau nyanyi di tempat kaya gitu, aku pasti keiket. Jadi harus stand by tiap hari. Kalau kayak gini kan cuma sesekali. Paling sering juga seminggu sekali ada tawaran manggung." "Emang dibayar berapa tiap kali manggung?" tanya Samuel lagi, penasaran. Annabelle kemudian memberitahu besaran uang yang dia dapatkan dengan terperinci. Lalu, tiba-tiba Samuel bergumam, "Kalau aku minta ditemenin dari jam satu malam sampai jam satu siang besok, kamu mau minta bayaran berapa?"

This Thanksgiving, Elmer Fuller finally agrees to go on a trip with me. But when I wake up in the hotel, I don't see him anywhere. I spend the entire day desperately searching for him, only to stumble across a social media post from his first love. It's a selfie of her and Elmer having a cozy family dinner with her parents. The caption reads, "Someone's finally meeting the parents on Thanksgiving night. Mom and Dad can stop pressuring me to get married now!" Around her neck is the scarf my mother knitted for me before she passed. I left a comment. "Stop using my things to flirt with my husband. Take the scarf off—you can have him." Not long after, she posts an update. The scarf is shredded into pieces and tossed into a dog bed, with the caption, "What trash—too filthy even for a dog!" Elmer likes the post.

This book was released back when I was trying to get traction on it a very long time ago. I’ve never made a single dime from this company, but they’d like to keep my book forever. Even when I did the writing every single day thing and should’ve gotten a “publishing bonus.” It never happened. So they don’t get to keep making money off of me and my writing. This was a much older draft than what I’m currently trying to publish anyway.

Neglected and abused since childhood for not having elemental karamat (the ability to control air, fire, water or earth) and waiting for intrinsic karamat (special ability unique to every person), Sikandar's life turns upside down when he realizes that he is in a revenge fantasy AI slop story. It happens on his birthday when he gets the ability to control void and nullify other karamats. Not willing to be a part of the revenge plot, Sikandar leaves home for peace of mind. Soon, the AI writing the story becomes sentient and decides to add more drama to Sikandar's life.

My fiancee falls for someone else after going abroad to study. Her parents refuse to call off the engagement, and since we grew up together, I beg her to really think it through. In the end, she breaks up with him and marries me. But three years later, my shares are transferred without my consent. My company goes bankrupt, and I'm left drowning in huge debts. My parents can't take the pressure and pass away. Meanwhile, my wife leans into the arms of that same man from before and sneers, "You brought this on yourself." The next time I wake up, I realize I've gone back to the moment she just returned home. Watching her get cozy with another guy, I step up and suggest calling off the engagement. She thinks I can save my failing business by marrying her. But what she doesn't realize is that her own family's the one heading for ruin.

Finding out you've been adopted is stressful enough but finding out that your father is the dead billionaire Benjamin Moore is mind-blowing in itself. Couple with the fact that you are part of a triplet separated at birth and with secrets and conspiracy emerging on your late father's private island, the final blow will take your breath away. NOTE: NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED. This story contains sexually explicit and graphic depiction of sex and a bit of incest. If this is not your cup of tea, please move on. My hope is that you readers enjoy my writing in its entirety and not base it on just its sexual nature.

Pretty, cool, genius, and talented— those are the adjectives I am being described in every street and places you asked about my name, Khrystyanna Solano. I am being entitled as a perfect girl with a perfect life for the riches my family possesses. I am being called by names in different ways for who cares about it. But no one asked if: who really is Khrystyanna Solano? I am the so-called perfect who once had a perfect life. A complete family, a cozy house, trusted workers, loyal family friends and even the perfect parents. But who would have thought that in a joyous occasion that is supposed to be filled with happiness and laughter, all I and my best friend once have... just vanished? Not long after this, another wave of surprises welcomed me. The once I thought finished is still nothing but a dream. Because the man who took everything away from me, returned for another thing he wanted... me. What is his intention for chasing after me? What is his reason for doing such a horrendous thing in our family? And... What is he?

I'm reincarnated a week before the college entrance exam. Despite being the soon-to-be top scorer, I stab my eye with a syringe. In my past life, Marianne Quentin, my boyfriend Lance Russell's childhood friend, reported me for cheating off her during the final mock exam. The teacher compared our papers and found that my essay was identical to hers. He harshly criticized me and warned me not to repeat my mistake. However, Marianne reported me for copying her answers again during the math exam. Once again, my answers were found to be identical to hers. The teacher scolded me for being incorrigible and sent me home to reflect on my actions. I couldn't understand what had happened. Clearly, I'd never cheated, but my answers were nearly identical to Marianne's, whether in writing and language or in math. As the SAT exam loomed over me, I could only suppress my doubts as I stepped into the exam hall. I finished the writing paper and thought I was safe. However, Marianne stepped out and accused me of cheating again. I tried to defend myself, yet the answers on my paper were identical to hers. In the end, I was disqualified, kicked out of the exam hall, and banned from taking any exams in the next two years—just because I "cheated". I succumbed to despair and leaped from the rooftop. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to one week before the SAT.

When Lilly writes an exposé on billionaire Jake Rylland's secret playboy nightlife, it goes viral and catapults her into fame. Not wanting to lose her new found fame, she tries to milk the situation for all it’s worth. The world finally wants to listen to her so she is going to give it what it wants, more details about Jake. Jake on the other hand is angered because he thinks letting Lilly continue investigating and writing about him is dangerous. He vows to destroy her. Can Lilly survive his wrath or will he fall for her charms?