Fanfiction Big Bang Theory

Dijatah NAFKAH RANJANG hanya tiga minggu sekali oleh suami. Aku mengira karena ia lelah di kantor, ternyata ia lelah melayani .... "Mas, " suaraku manja memeluk suami yang baru saja selesai mandi. Menciumi punggungnya yang dingin. "Sekar, aku capek!" Aku tertegun saat suamiku malah menghindar. "Kenapa, Bang? Ini udah lebih dari tiga minggu. Aku kangen kamu, Bang!" Aku kembali memeluk Bang Exel. "Besok saja atau lusa. Aku beneran lagi capek, mau tidur!"

Aliyah Mendez was driven by her desire for Kyler eyes where beaming with lust looking at her nakedness. Marahas niyang tinanggal ang aking bra, exposing my big breast. Nakikita ko sa kanyang mga mata ang matinding pagnanasa. Kaya agad niya itong sinunggaban na para bang sanggol na sinumulang halik-halikan at sinipsip ang aking nipples. Walang sawa niya itong dinidilaan, sinipsipsip at nilamas-lamas. Basang-basa at namumula ang dalawa kong ut*ng nang ito'y kanyang iwanan. Dinilaan niya ang gitna ng aking dibdib pababa sa aking pusod at sinipsip. "Fuck!" mura niya. "You're so fucking good!" Halos mapugto ang aking hininga sa kakapigil ng aking nararamdaman. Pilit kong sinasabunutan ang kanyang buhok upang maalis ang kanyang labi sa aking pusod na ngayon ay dumadampi na sa gitnang bahagi na aking pinaka-iingatan. "Stop this, Kayler!"

Ang isang gabing pagkakamaling nangyari ay ang magpapabago sa takbo ng buhay ni Talliah Jae, Tama nga bang umibig sa taong may iba pang iniibig? Ikaw? patuloy ka bang magsasakripisyo alang alang sa kaligayan ng taong mahal mo?

Hai namaku Nirwana, bertahun-tahun berumah tangga bersama Bang Chandra, aku belum juga dikaruniai seorang anak. Aku sering merasa insecure saat melihat tetangga yang menngendong bayi. Hingga suatu hari aku dan Bang Chandra tak sengaja menemukan sebuah bungkusan yang membawa kami kedalam sebuah petualangan untuk memecahkan banyak teka-teki tentang isi dari kantung kresek itu. Ikuti kisah selengkapnya.

【Two Male Leads + Power Dynamics + Slow Burn Romance + Corporate Warfare + 1v1】 "You came to kill me, didn't you?" "That was the original plan, but I've changed my mind." "Oh, what an honor that is." In game theory, when the sum of gains and losses among participants always equals "zero," it's known as a "zero-sum game," where cooperation between the parties is not possible. In the game of love, however, two initially opposing individuals repeatedly break the norms and find their way to each other. A mission sparks their complex relationship, with one falling first, and the other soon succumbing to the fall as well... *Dual-faced, affectionate mastermind ✖️ Undercover agent playing coy *1v1

Pag-ibig, isang salita ngunit marami ang ibig sabihin. Pag- ibig, tila ba simple lamang, ngunit ang totoo ay kayang gawin lahat sa ngalan ng pagsinta. Mayroon bang mas sasakit pa sa pusong pinagtaksilan matapos mong gawin at ibigay ang lahat maging ng iyong buhay sa taong tangi mong minahal? Matapos basagin at durugin ng pinung- pino ang iyong puso ng taong tangi mong pinagkatiwalaan nito, may kakayahan ka pa bang magpatawad at umibig muli? Matapos mong maghintay ng walang hanggan sa pangakong labis mong pinanghawakan ngunit sa huli’y tanging panlilinlang lamang ang iyong napala, may lakas ka pa bang muling magtiwala sa mundo? Papaano mo ipagpapatuloy ang buhay kung hindi mo na kilala maging ang sarili mo mismo?

Lunar hanya tahu bahwa suaminya; Birawa, berprofesi sebagai tukang pijat. Lokasi tempat praktek suaminya juga jauh dari rumah. Butuh waktu dua jam untuk sampai di sana. Ia tidak curiga sama sekali tentang pekerjaan suaminya, sampai suatu hari, tanpa sengaja ia membaca pesan dari salah satu pasien Birawa. 'Bang Bira, nanti sore saya datang lagi. Seperti permintaan Bang Bira, dari rumah saya gak pakai dalaman'

All of Novatia knew that Sophie Rossi was the foster daughter Soren Lucas doted on the most. However, on her 18th birthday, he punished her according to the family's rules. It was because Soren discovered Sophie had stolen his most precious Browning pistol and inserted it into her body. Three years later, Sophie returned with her body covered in wounds. She no longer loved Soren. However, Soren's fiancée, Isabella Johansson, refused to let her off. "You slut! How dare you desire your own Don?!" Sophie tolerated the cursing and beatings, only to discover the horrible truth. She 'committed suicide' by jumping off the cruise ship during Soren's wedding. Soren went crazy as he hugged her corpse.

When I took a bullet for Theo Moretti, the bullet grazed my temple, compressing the optic nerve and causing blindness in both my eyes. He kneeled by my hospital bed, pressed the family crest to his chest, and swore: “Sophie, I will be your eyes for life. If I break this oath, may I die a horrendous death.” I believed him. However, the day my sight returned, I saw Theo through the bedroom door, naked on our marital bed with the maid, Isabella. He gripped her waist and thrust violently, his voice hoarse in a way I had never heard, growling, “Bella… you really are the most seductive woman in all of Sicily…” “Theo, who else besides me could satisfy you like this in bed? Divorce that blind woman already!” Isabella nibbled his earlobe. “After all, I’m the one who truly understands you.” “Wait a little longer,” Theo panted. “I need time… Don Lucas just handed me control of the docks. If I divorce now, I’ll be left with nothing.” Rare snowflakes rained down outside. I walked barefoot out of the estate in a thin nightgown and sent an encrypted message to my father. “Father, send someone to pick me up in three days. I’m coming home.” Don Lucas, my father, never expected that the boss he had personally promoted would dare betray his daughter. He replied with a single sentence: “For daring to betray you, Theo’s dead.” What I did not know was that this message would ignite a storm that would sweep across all of Sicily. In three days, Theo Moretti, the man I had risked my life for and I had personally helped rise to power, would lose everything he held dear, including me.

The day I died, the baby in my womb was only five months old. In that final phone call, my father, John Harlow, the godfather of the Harlow family, spoke with a voice as icy as a loaded gun. "A married woman belongs to her husband's family, even in death." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had been placed under house arrest. He was circling my college application with a red pen. "Girls who study art are easier to marry off." In front of him, I tore the family's marriage alliance files into pieces. "I'm going to Camford University. I'm studying Computer Science." He sprang to his feet so suddenly that his finger nearly jabbed my face, his sleeve cuff revealing the family crest tattoo. "If you dare defy me, don't ever regard me as godfather." I smiled. "Exactly what I want." Meeting his stunned gaze, I spoke each word deliberately. "The name Harlow. I have long stopped wanting it."