Dinner Romantis

I arranged a lavish dinner cruise in Alpha Lucien Grimfang's honor. However, I mistakenly wore the ceremonial gown that had once belonged to his late Luna, Sylvia Wilder. In front of all the guests, his ten-year-old son, Rhett Grimfang, suddenly rammed me into the champagne tower. The shattered crystal glasses left deep cuts across my skin. "Don't think that you can replace my mother just because you're wearing her sacred gown! You're nothing but a dog—obedient and always at my father's beck and call! Don't you dare dream of claiming a Luna's honor!" His cold, scornful expression mirrored Lucien's perfectly. "I can make you leave anytime I want!" I forced myself to look up at the pup I had raised. "Don't trouble yourself. Tomorrow, I'll submit my resignation to the Elder Council and leave for good."

Dad was poor and couldn't afford the kind of lifestyle mum wanted, we had leaking roofs and broken furnitures. Mum got worse when she met her former high school friend who got married to the CEO of a popular company in the city. Few weeks later my mum started keeping late nights, dad would ask why and she would yell at him. How can I forget that beautiful Christmas eve? it was supposed to be a beautiful dinner in our small living room when mum ruined it by announcing that she was getting a divorce. After mum left, dad became a drunk and never looked at my face, he said it reminded him of mum. My mother destroyed our family, my childhood and the little happiness I had as a child, She had another daughter for the billionaire she left dad for and forgot I exist, I became even more heartbroken, after dad died of cancer, I wanted revenge! My name is Sophia Barlowe and this is my story…

"Nyla, stop being dramatic. Raise Jordyn's baby, and I'll come home for dinner once a month." Those were the terms Clark Summer offered his wife after she discovered his affair. When Nyla demanded a divorce, Clark laughed in her face, treating her pain like a childish tantrum. "You love me too much to leave," he scoffed, convinced she was nothing without him. He was wrong. Nyla didn’t just leave; she leveled up. She walked into a bar and set her sights on Damon Summer—Clark’s estranged, ruthless, and terrifyingly handsome uncle. Clark is losing his grip on the company and his sanity, consumed by jealousy as he watches his "boring" wife shine beside his powerful uncle. He stands in the rain, begging for a second chance, but Nyla only has one question left for him: "You chose the mistress. Why are you crying now that I’ve chosen someone else?"

She is Nasha Atlas, the first of her name; optimistic laced with beauty and brains. Getting admission into the University of Cambridge, to study her dream course, was her greatest desire; it came cos whatever she desires, she gets. But how did she feel when her boyfriend who she wants to share in her joy, betrays her by sleeping with another woman? Would she breathe fresh air when she became a prime suspect in the murder of her new neighbor? Would George Powers: a strict officer et billionaire be able to find out who the culprit is when he fell in love with the suspect and make love to her at a supposed investigatory dinner night? And amid the many deaths, would his prowess as a detective be proven? What happens when Nasha's ex-billionaire lover keeps coming back when she already has a new love life? Would she revenge or accept him back?

When my boyfriend came to my family home to ask for my hand in marriage, my sister-in-law, who was usually cold and aloof, became a completely different person. She flung her arm around me warmly and asked, “Cassie, who’s your favorite? This boyfriend or one of the dozen or so men that you’ve brought home before?” As I denied her accusation and interrupted her, she cheekily batted her eyelashes at my boyfriend and cooed, “Oh, yes, yes. Cassie has never brought another man home. You’re the lucky first!” In the midst of dinner, she deliberately took her own soiled underwear out of the bathroom, pinched her nose, and waved it around as she screeched, “Oh my goodness, Cassie! I know you don’t really care about hygiene, but we have guests today! How can you have no shame? It smells so bad!”

On the eve of giving birth, my world turned into a nightmare. My husband’s sworn enemy broke into our home, seeking revenge. I was brutally cut open and my baby was ripped from me. Yet, I made the chilling choice not to call my husband for help. In my previous life, desperate and terrified, I begged him to return home. He abandoned a Valentine’s dinner with a scholarship student to rush back. That night, the student was preyed upon in a bar, leading to her tragic suicide. My husband’s wrath was unrelenting. Blaming me for her death, he locked me in a kennel, leaving me to be savaged to death. “This is the pain Wynne endured because of you. Now it’s your turn to suffer!” Given a second chance, I resolved to make a different choice. This time, I let him stay for his romantic Valentine’s evening with her. But when I returned home, he had spiraled into madness.

INI BENAR-BENAR GILA! Rencana masa depan yang sudah Seo Jihye susun rapi dalam diary di kamarnya, mungkin hanya akan menjadi delusi di sudut otak. Setelah menyelesaikan kuliah dengan gemilang, mendapat pekerjaan tetap dengan gaji besar digadang-gadang akan menjadi pencapaiannya di waktu dekat. Jangan lupakan rencana keliling dunia sebelum usia tiga puluh, membayangkannya saja sudah membuatnya tertawa bahagia. Lantas, bagaimana dengan pernikahan? Bohong kalau dirinya tidak menuliskan tentang pernikahan impian. Berdiri di altar romantis yang menghadap bentangan kaldera di Santorini, mengucap janji suci bersama pria tampan, kaya raya dan humoris. Tak lupa menambahkan hidup di rumah bertaman luas dengan banyak anak berlarian di sana, terlalu dongengkah? Bahkan sampai minggu lalu, bayangan wajah calon suami masih buram dalam otaknya. Entah ini sebuah kesialan atau keberuntungan, tetapi jika ditilik dari kriteria suami impian. Pria yang berdiri di depan altar itu tentu saja sebuah ... mimpi buruk.

BLURB Ajudan Selembe Romantis komedi mix action dan thriller, by Olivia Yoyet. Bodyguard The Series 11. PCD The Series. *** Fitnah yang dialami Aditya Bryatta dan Alodita Verlina Daryantha, menjadikan posisi mereka terjepit. Keduanya terpaksa menikah, demi menutupi aib yang diembuskan musuh bersama. Sekaligus menenangkan hati orang tua Alodita. Kendatipun sering bertengkar, tetapi Aditya dan Alodita tetap berusaha untuk bersahabat. Mereka sepakat menjadi partner, guna membalas dendam secara elegan pada sang penyebar fitnah. Masalah berkembang kian pelik, kala orang-orang dari masa lalu keduanya muncul, dan mengusik kehidupan mereka. Satu peristiwa fatal, menjadikan Aditya terpaksa mengorbankan dirinya, demi melindungi Alodita. Baca juga judul-judul cerita lainnya punya Olivia Yoyet alias Emak OY, di Goodnovel. Terutama yang tergabung di Bodyguard The Series (BTS). Urutannya : 1. My Lovely Bodyguard. Tamat 2. Jaring Cinta Sang Bodyguard. Tamat 3. Terjerat Daun Muda. Tamat 4. Cutie Bodyguard. Tamat

Diana, seorang ilmuwan jenius dengan spesialisasi perilaku hewan, tewas dalam kecelakaan laboratorium. Ketika dia membuka matanya kembali, dia telah bertransmigrasi menjadi "Iblis Bulan Merah" dalam novel fantasi binatang yang pernah dia baca sekilas. Dia bukanlah sang tokoh utama yang polos dan dicintai semua orang, melainkan antagonis wanita yang kejam dan haus kuasa, pemimpin klan serigala hitam yang ditakuti, yang memiliki sembilan pasangan semua penguasa klan hewan yang kuat dan dominan. Nasibnya lebih buruk dari sekadar karakter yang dibenci: dunia memberinya sebuah "Sistem Pasangan Sempurna" dengan misi tunggal: *"Tingkatkan ikatan romantis dengan ke-9 pasanganmu hingga level 'Cinta Sejati' sebelum bulan purnama kesembilan. Gagal = penghapusan jiwa."* Diana yang rasional terperangah. Dia harus menggunakan kecerdasannya—bukan untuk meraih Nobel, tapi untuk memanipulasi hati sembilan raja binatang yang keras kepala, sambil menghadapi intrik harem, persaingan klan, dan warisan kebencian yang ditinggalkan tubuh lamanya. Semua demi bertahan hidup.

Eight years after running away pregnant, I found myself crossing paths with my ex-husband, Howard Quinn. His friends stared at me in surprise. "So, this is what you have become after leaving Howard? Reduced to a cleaner?" When I was six-months pregnant, I met with an accident. While I lay there, he was staying by the side of another woman, his so-called true love, in labor, never leaving her side. When I confronted him, in pieces, he looked at me bored and impatiently. "Don't be so jealous and petty. I have no time for you. As long as you behave, you'll always be Mrs. Quinn." I couldn't stand it any longer, so I ran away, staying away for eight long years. Now, those sharp eyes glared at me. "Have you had enough? If so, come home." What he didn't know was that my husband and daughter had already made dinner, waiting for me and my son to return home.