Every Time Artinya

Melannie couldn't remember the last time she felt something. While Ace remembers every sting and ache. Both of their chaotic worlds collide and through every moment they share, one starts to feel and the other starts to heal. The only thing standing in between is that it's a cycle of pain, and no one knows how to get out.

Hidup Kinara Alleta awalnya normal dan baik-baik saja. Namun semua berubah ketika ia menyaksikan sebuah pembunuhan yang dilakukan di parkiran kelab malam tempat diadakannya pesta ulang tahun salah satu temannya. Kinara kira dengan ia berpura-pura diam semua akan baik-baik saja. Tetapi ia salah, hidupnya bertambah runyam ketika ia bertemu dengan lelaki tampan bermata tajam di kantor sang Kakak. Kinara yakin lelaki yang tengah memperkenalkan diri dengan nama William Agrenaf, sama dengan lelaki yang ia temui di parkiran kelab malam itu. Dimana artinya dia adalah sang pelaku. Dan hal paling gila dari semua yang telah terjadi adalah sebuah ajakan menikah tiba-tiba dari lelaki itu di hadapan sang Kakak.

Rasa penasaran kadang membuat kita hampir hilang—terjebak dalam pilihan yang salah, luka yang tak terlihat, dan jarak yang terasa tak terjembatani. Aku belajar bertahan, walau artinya harus mengalah pada diri sendiri, menahan godaan, dan merelakan sesuatu yang mungkin takkan kembali. Di balik setiap langkah, ada ketakutan dan penyesalan yang diam-diam menguji batasku. Tapi dari semua itu, aku menemukan sedikit cahaya—bahwa bertahan bukan berarti selesai, dan setiap luka menyisakan sisa kekuatan untuk hari-hari yang masih harus kulalui. Cerita ini mungkin berhenti di sini, tapi hidup tokohnya tidak. Ada hari-hari setelah ini yang akan menguji lagi luka lama, dan perjalanan menjaga diri baru saja dimulai.

Princess Elara was destined to rule the Mooncrest Pack—until betrayal stole everything from her. Her so-called mate chose power over love, leaving her to die with a shattered heart and a stolen crown. But the Moon Goddess is not done with her. Reborn into her younger self, Elara remembers every lie, every deception, every knife in her back. This time, she will not be the naive princess who trusted the wrong wolf. This time, she will seize her destiny with fangs bared. Yet fate has its own cruel twist. The mate bond burns again… not with the traitor who destroyed her, but with his greatest rival—a ruthless Alpha prince feared across the lands. Torn between revenge and the pull of an irresistible bond, Elara must decide: will she risk her heart once more, or use her second chance to rewrite both her fate and the kingdom’s future?

After secretly registering our marriage, my lawyer husband, Benedict White, proposed holding a public wedding ceremony every time he gained favor with his lover, Anna Lester. Over three years, Benedict asked me thirty-three times and broke thirty-three promises. The first time, Anna’s dog died. He said we had to mourn for three months to honor it. I stood in a wedding dress and apologized endlessly to the friends and relatives seated below the stage. The second time, Anna had menstrual pain. He turned around on the way and went to care for her. After that, every ceremony he promised came with a new problem from Anna. I cried. I protested. Yet Benedict always said, “She's just a friend with benefits. You’re my wife. Don’t be so petty about it.” After the thirty-third time, I finally grew tired. I slid a divorce agreement across the table in front of him. “Let’s get this over with.”

It was never part of my plan to get attached. I was just a freelance model, newly signed under a rising modeling agency in town. Everything was supposed to be simple; work, exposure, growth. Then came Dr. Aria Williams — dermatologist, surgeon, and the woman who was supposed to fix me. Chaos started the moment I met her. The way she talked, the way she looked at me felt like she was studying every inch of who I was. Every word I said, every silence I made, she read me like I was her favorite patient. It made me uncomfortably hot, and yet... I kept coming back. I told myself it was part of the therapy, the strange pull I felt toward her was part of it. But the way she looked at me; cold, curious, almost hungry, said otherwise. I hated her for it. I felt it every time her voice softened, every time her fingers lingered on my skin longer than they should. She called it treatment. I called it control. What started as therapy turned into something dark and deeper. I wanted to be beautiful, to be ready for the public, but what we craved became something private, something only between us. And the more sessions I had with her, the stronger the connection grew. Until one day, her eyes focused on someone else. And every time their eyes met, it burned through me. When she saw it, she offered something that challenged me. To be her slave and she'll be mine— alone. Soon, I found myself following her every order, fulfilling her desires without question. Along the way, I realized her obsession had become mine too. And before I could stop, the hate I once felt for her turned into something else.

Pulau Kambangan darah adalah penjara khusus aliansi yang diberi julukan sebagai pulau eksekusi, karena semenjak penjara ini didirikan 13 tahun lalu tidak ada satupun tahanan yang bisa keluar dari penjara ini bahkan jika tahanan itu sudah menyelesaikan masa hukumannya, hal itu terjadi karena raja pulau atau kepala penjara menerapkan aturan yang boleh keluar adalah orang yang mengalahkannya atau menjadi raja pulau yang baru. Dimana artinya satu-satunya cara untuk keluar dari pulau ini adalah dengan mengalahkan kepala penjara dan menjadi penguasa pulau yang baru, karena dengan menjadi raja pulau yang baru maka aturan raja pulau sebelumnya bisa diubah. Mampukah Derrick Ran sebagai tahanan baru menjadi penguasa pulau yang baru dan merubah aturan lama? Ikuti kisahnya hanya di novel ini.

Every Thanksgiving, my husband, Salvatore, brings home a showgirl from one of his clubs. He makes me kneel and serve them drinks. A lesson, he calls it, in how to please a man. This was the eighth Thanksgiving, and this time, he brought back a girl poured into a tight leather dress. "She doesn't have any decent jewelry," Salvatore announced. "Give her your heirloom diamond ring. Your grandmother's pearl earrings, too. And take off that silk choker for her." He smirked. "And listen, she's young, doesn't know the rules. You'll have to show her the ropes. Especially how to handle a man in bed." Every member of the Genovese family was watching, waiting for my humiliation. I didn't disappoint. I opened my mouth and asked Salvatore for a divorce. Salvatore let out a sharp, ugly laugh, his eyes full of contempt. "Francesca, you pull this same shit every time," he jeered. "Your act is pathetic. Even more dramatic than your performance in bed." He leaned in. "You really want to divorce me? Fine. I'll give you five million in cash if you actually walk out that door." The living room erupted in laughter. They all said I was playing hard to get, that I didn't know my place. But they didn't know. This was the 88th time I had asked for a divorce, and it was the first time I truly meant it.

When the bodies of his informats start turning up dead at every corner ; an assertive and confident journalist who is entangled with the mafia finds himself in a race against time - for his life.

Every time my husband cheated, he gave me a bracelet. I collected 99 bracelets in four years of marriage—I forgave him 99 times. He was away on a business trip for three days lately. When he came back, he brought home a rare bracelet worth Ten Million Dollars. That was when I knew it was time to ask for a divorce.