Film James Bond Terakhir

Rani adalah seorang gadis yang memilih untuk tetap melajang dan menolak lamaran banyak pria hanya demi menunggu sebuah jawaban terakhir dari Rangga, cinta sejatinya yang meninggalkannya tanpa keputusan bertahun yang lalu. Ia telah berusaha menghindar dari masa lalu nya yang kelam dengan pindah ke Bali untuk melanjutkan hidup tanpa nyinyiran kerabatnya yang selalu menanyakan kapan menikah. Namun ketika guru spiritualnya meninggal ia bermimpi diminta oleh gurunya untuk menyelesaikan kisah cintanya dengan Rangga yang telah bertahun menghilang. Pencarian terhadap jawaban terakhir dari Rangga ternyata membawanya pada banyak kejadian mistis yang menunjukkan bahwa sebenarnya Rani adalah keturunan bangsawan dengan kekuatan supranatural yang istimewa. Akhirnya Rani pun mengetahui juga bahwa Rangga telah meninggal sekian lama dan rohnya masih belum menemukan kedamaian jika belum bertemu Rani. Akankah Rani bersedia memaafkan Rangga untuk terakhir kalinya dan membantunya menemukan kedamaian yang dinantikannya sebelum menuntaskan pengembaraannya di dunia?

Ini merupakan seri terakhir dari trilogi GANTENG-GANTENG ANAK PEMBANTU. Pastikan anda sudah membaca, 1. Ganteng-ganteng Anak Pembantu dan 2. GGAP 2 : Mr. Nobody, sebelum membaca cerita ini. Sinopsis : Kesadaran Awan terkunci dalam alam jiwanya, karena ia merasa sangat bersalah dengan kematian Angel dan juga bayi mereka, Ruh Renata bahkan tidak mampu menyadarkannya saat keberadaannya yang terakhir di atas dunia ini. Meski Annisa sudah berhasil melepaskan segel terakhir di dalam tubuh Awan untuk menyelamatkan nyawanya dan itu membuat dua spirit yang menjadi sumber kekuatan didalam tubuhnya, Huo dan Gumara lenyap untuk selamanya. Meski Awan berhasil sadar, ia tidak lagi bisa mengingat siapa dirinya. Saat seperti itu, ada dua wanita yang setia menemaninya, Annisa dan Amanda. Siapakah yang akan menjadi pasangan Awan kelak? Seolah belum cukup dengan pertanyaan tersebut, ada musuh kuat yang mengintip dari balik bayang-bayang, yang bersiap menelan kejayaan klan Sanjaya.

It was a full moon, and my mate, Alpha Ethan, bailed on our son's coming-of-age ceremony rehearsal. All because his Omega mistress, Scarlett, was in heat. Then, during the actual ceremony, our son Caleb was ambushed by a rival pack. By the time I heard the news, Caleb had been shot. He was dead, lying in a pool of his own blood. I knelt beside him, completely breaking down, when Ethan's voice, faking an apology, came through the mind link: "Sorry, Scarlett needs me. I'm sure Caleb can handle things. Just make sure Caleb gets some rest early, don't let him run around and mess up tomorrow's celebration." I looked at my son's broken body, my voice trembling, "He won't be running anywhere anymore." "Good," Ethan said, sounding pleased. "Scarlett's bloodline is purer. She's better suited to give the Stone Pack strong heirs. You should understand." I cut the link. After I committed my son's body to the flames, I found the secret ritual to break a mate bond and contacted a wolf I hadn't spoken to in a long, long time: "The protection wards on Stone Pack territory are down. You can make your move."

Jenn Angeline menjadi korban penculikan. Aktris yang sedang naik daun itu digagahi seorang pria asing yang hobi menyewa wanita penghibur. Dari kejadian salah bawa tersebut, Ethan mulai menaruh perasaan berlebih. Sedangkan Jenn tidak menanggapi serius. Ia hanya suka menjalin hubungan dengan lelaki yang sudah punya pasangan. Karena baik dalam film dan dunia nyata, keahliannya sama. Merebut lelaki lain. 21+

Mia Gilberts a 25 year old, Independent young woman struggling to make her life successful meets James Williams who gives her a ride to work one morning. She ends up having a crush on him and hoping that she will see him one day, what she doesn't know is that James is a successful famous billionaire.

Bound by debt and haunted by a past she can't speak of, Annamaria is offered as a bride to Ares de Luca Sinclair, the ruthless head of the Sicilian mafia. He needs her secret; she craves revenge. Ares believes Annamaria holds the key to stopping a Russian mob invasion, but he doesn't know she blames him for her family's massacre and has vowed to get her revenge on him. As their lives intertwine, the lines between enemy and lover blur. But their fragile bond is threatened by a vengeful half-brother hungry for Ares's power, a scorned woman determined to reclaim her place by his side, and a forbidden love that refuses to be denied. When the truth is finally revealed, Annamaria finds herself a pawn in a deadly game. Kidnapped and tortured, she's forced to confront the secrets she's desperately trying to protect. Ares, consumed by betrayal, unleashes his fury, unaware he's playing right into the hands of his enemies. Will their love survive the lies, the betrayals, and the ever-present threat of the mafia underworld? Or will their dangerous dance end in heartbreak and ruin?

Liam is a runaway, who is trying to make a better life away from his abusive family, and has to continue to run

When I was ten years old, both my parents passed away. My sister, Brianna, and I only had each other left. We were tormented at the orphanage before the Larsons adopted us. They doted on Brianna and me, and even allowed their daughter, Vivian Larson, to get engaged to me when I was 20 years old. It was a wonderful tale of love. Vivian didn't let any of us down. She would have given me the moon if she could, and she loved me with all her heart. During the ten years we spent with the Larsons, Brianna and I led a good life and never suffered at all. The night before we got married, Vivian took out a treasured bottle of vintage wine. It was to be served at our wedding. However, I poisoned the wine and killed everyone in the Larson family, including my own sister.

Five years ago, my Alpha parents rescued me from an orphanage and brought me home to the Blue Moon Pack. I thought my life was finally taking a turn for the better. I thought I was safe. But I was wrong. Yolanda McKinney—the fake heiress—conspired with rogue wolves to destroy me. They kidnapped me, ran over my legs with a car, breaking them, and left me battered and bleeding. When my parents and my childhood sweetheart, Joseph Delgado, found me lying in a pool of my own blood, their panic was unmistakable. They rushed me to the pack hospital, but the diagnosis was devastating: I might never walk again. Joseph proposed to me on the spot, vowing to stand by me through everything. My parents, furious at Yolanda's betrayal, promised swift justice. They assured me they had cut all ties with her, that she'd fled in guilt and drowned in a tragic accident. I believed them. I had to. For five years, I focused on recovery, trying to rebuild my shattered life. My marriage to Joseph was my anchor, the one thing I thought I could trust. Until the day I saw Yolanda McKinney alive. "You and Mom and Dad saved my life," she said smugly, her voice dripping with venom. "Without you, that pathetic cripple would’ve been the end of me." My blood ran cold as she continued. "But she never suspected, not even for a second, that you and I have a pup. Mom and Dad? They erased every trace, switched her meds for useless pills—hell, they even buried the evidence." Joseph's response shattered what little remained of my heart. "Don't make it sound so harsh," he murmured. "Marrying her was the only way I could keep sending those forgiveness letters. It was the only way to keep you and our son safe." Every word stabbed me like a blade. My marriage? A lie. My parents? Traitors who discarded me like trash. The justice they’d promised me? A farce. Fine. If I meant nothing to them, then they would mean nothing to me.

My son, Tyler, never really had his dad around growing up. Because my husband, Ethan, was a top doctor, always working late. He pulled countless patients back from the brink of death, but he misdiagnosed his own son's pneumonia as a simple cold. All because he was on the phone with his first love, Isabella, while he was supposed to be listening to Tyler's chest. That night, when Tyler's life was on the line, Ethan claimed he was in a critical surgery and hung up on me ten times. I rushed our son to the hospital, only to find out my husband was at a birthday party for Isabella and her daughter. In the dead of night, Isabella posted a photo of the three of them on Instagram. At the same time, my son, Tyler, died in the very hospital where his father worked. The next day, I held a funeral for my son all alone. Three days later, I boarded a plane out of Seattle, clutching a photo of my son. It was only then that my husband, Ethan, found out Tyler was dead, started searching for me like a madman.