Dewey Duck 2017

Hujan bulan Desember 2017 menjadi saksi, dua rumah tangga selesai dalam sekali napas. Talak terucap begitu kentara merambat di telinga. Mahra mengayun langkah menebus hujan bulan Desember membawa luka yang tak berdarah. rumah tangganya pupus, cintanya kandas. Di tempat yang sama pula, Angga melenggang pergi karena rasa lega dihati setelah mengucapkan talak untuk Lira. Perempuan itu telah berselingkuh di belakangnya. selingkuhannya tak lain adalah suami dari Mahra, Refans. Mahra merasa dirugikan oleh keegoisan para laki-laki yang sibuk dengan popularitas mereka. ah, Apa yang terjadi setelah hujan bulan Desember? Akankan memperoleh mentari yang bersinar ramah? Ataupun sebaliknya?

ไทเกอร์คลั่งรัก แพรวพราวตามจีบน้ำตาลเพราะตกหลุมรักที่น้ำตาลทำโก๊ะใส่ด้วยการเจอครั้งแรกในลิฟต์แล้วดันบอกรักไทเกอร์เพราะตะลึงในความหล่อ "ขึ้นชั้นไหนครับ" "ฉันรักคุณค่ะ"

Even though this longing keeps coming to say hello, I still hope to be able to let go of this longing. With you I know, that happy turns out to be as simple as this Aahhh... This warm spring restores me to memories of three years ago. It's been that long but it still sticks in my mind. A sweet girl with a brown hair and hazel eyes haunted my mind. I don't know what magic she did to me cause I can't stop thinking about her. Not to least how long I sat in the Moidef cafe, next to the table on it there were three empty cups that were then filled with coffee in this morning. If she is here, surely she will scold me. I smile considering that. I didn't want to be dissolved in the thoughts, I immediately saw the watch in my hand that had shown a figure of three. Ah... three hours in the spring. Triple hour. I and her. In the spring. Unseen my memory back at the backlash of the past. 15th of December, 2017 ' Let's increase the speed...!' She shouted.

Since the very first time Hunter Jones laid his eyes on a petite Asian , Mey Wang, he couldn't take his eyes off her. The resident bad boy is willing to duck his nose deep in Harry Potter books and learn every spell known just to get closer to the Potter-head . Mey likes Hunter but not in a romantic way. She thinks they're too different. She's a nerd and he's a bad boy. Of course, there're a lot of books about a bad boy and a nerd falling in and walking to the sunset together but she's not just a nerd, she's also an Asian. Her parents are old-fashioned people, they'd never approve of someone like Hunter. So she tries her best to escape him. But can you really escape ? There's a potion in the spellbook but there's no un- potion, right? QOTD: Don't let fear or insecurity stop you from trying new things. Believe in yourself. Do what you . And most importantly, be kind to others, even if you don't like them. Stacy London. Started: 08.01.18 Completed: 22.02.18

Nina became friend with Dewey at 13, they got really close over the years and she fell in love with him. At 18, she found out he was his mate, her joy knew no bound but the joy didn't last a day as he rejected her heartlessly. Broken and dejected, she ran into the woods to cry out her sorrow, it was such a painful experience but she didn't expect to meet an handsome man in the wood, she jumped on the man and seduced him to make love with her and he in turn satisfied her to the brim. Ten months later, Nina stood as a slave with her two handsome children by her arms before the most ruthless and aloof alpha king, Roland, who was popularly known for killing his late wife for cheating on him with a slave. His hatred for slaves knew no height, infact, it made him gave an order that slaves are not permitted to give birth to children nor have children lesser than three years old with them. Nina wouldn't allow her babies to be separated from her. About to sentence Nina to a lifetime in the Deungeon for disobeying his order, Nina confessed to him that her twin boys were his. In a world where DNA test doesn't exist, how will Nina prove to him that her twins were for him? Will he let go of his deep rooted hatred for slaves and accept the mother of his children or will he destroy her for disobeying his command?

Maxine A. K. A Max John's is a senior at St John's. She doesn't believe in love nor in mysteries or fate. Her spiritual being feels threatened. For some reason she sometimes dreams about a mystical girl she has never met. She is abused at home, she fights for survival and dignity, but is oblivious of who she really is and where she comes from, or what she'll become. Her existence was declined eon years ago. What if she has a bigger purpose....what if her past caught up with her long ago but never realized it? Until….. Maya is a known kindergarten teacher, she has to start teaching at St Johns. She is a princess in a land oblivious to mankind. Her people are escapees of descendants of a world one can wish to be part of. A city where no man lives. She was chosen to lead her people but doesn't want to. She runs away to live amongst humans. She always wanted to be free and choose her own life, and lover. She dreams about a young girl. She never questioned why? Until...... All calls they return to their homes, humanity is at stake, and they are the only ones to fight who was coming, what had been going on eons ago? What will they do? Duck, or dive?

I'm Odelia, a woman 'maldita' to fall in love with a waiter macho dancer in a bar. Masakit man na iwanan niya ako noon. nalaman ko pang, hindi lang ako ang babae sa buhay niya. I will regret too late, Hindi ako makakapayag na ang lalaking iniwan ako. Mapa-sa inyo, Akin lang siya, hindi siya sa iba. Mahirap ba akong mahalin? At, lahat ng taong minamahal ko iniiwan lang ako. Who am I? Is it hard to love me, my loved ones leave me? — Iniwan mo ako. Iniwan kita. Mahal mo ako, minahal mo na siya, mahal ka niya, mahal kita. Hindi ako nakabalik, hindi mo na ako nahintay. I'm yours. You are hers. You're mine! You choose, Me or Her? She or Am I? — Copyright 2017 © Xyrielle All Rights Reserved No Copy Stories No Plagiarism Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

1. Meski rindu ini terus datang menyapa, aku masih berharap untuk bisa melepaskan rindu ini. Denganmu aku tahu, bahwa bahagia ternyata sesederhana ini Ah.. menghirup harum petrikor di tengah Musim hujan yang sejuk ini mengembalikanku akan kenangan tiga tahun lalu. Sudah selama itu tapi rasanya masih melekat dalam benakku. Gadis manis dengan surai coklat dan mata hazelnya menghantui pikiranku. Entah magic apa yang ia lakukan padaku aku tidak bisa berhenti memikirkannya. Tak tau berapa lama aku duduk di cafe Moidef, disebelah meja yang di atasnya terdapat 3 cangkir kosong yang tadinya berisi kopi pagi ini, kalau ada dia pasti dia akan memarahiku. Aku tersenyum mengingat itu. Tak ingin terlarut dalam angan, aku segera melihat jam di tangan ku yang telah menunjukkan angka tiga . Ah... jam tiga di musim hujan. Jam tiga. Aku dan dia. Di tengah sejuknya udara sehabis hujan turun. Tak ayal ingatanku kembali pada kilas masa lalu. Surabaya, 15 desember 2017 "Ayo tambahin kecepatannya dong...!" Teriak nya.

Demi biaya pengobatan sang suami, Renata rela menjadi teman tidur Dion atasannya, awalnya Dion meminta Renata untuk baper karena hubungan mereka hanya untuk kesenangan semata namun beberapa hari tidur bersama membuat Dion malah memiliki perasaan lebih. Seiring berjalannya waktu, Renata juga sama nafkah batin yang dirinya dapat dari Dion membuat Renata juga memiliki perasaan lebih. Akankah pasangan mereka mengetahui hubungan gelap mereka?

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.