Gambar Anime Cewek Cool

Anggur merah mengalir perlahan menyusuri leherku yang jenjang, turun hingga ke tulang selangka, lalu ke bagian dadaku yang putih dan berisi. Cairan merah itu membasahi kedua buah dadaku, sebagian mengalir ke celah yang dalam di antaranya, lalu merembes ke kemeja putih yang kukenakan. Pakaianku pun menempel erat di tubuhku, membuat dua tonjolan lembut di dadaku tampak samar di baliknya. Tubuhku mulai bergetar pelan karena gugup, tetapi di saat yang sama, ada sensasi tegang yang sulit dijelaskan. Ini pertama kalinya aku dengan sadar mencoba menggoda pria lain selain suamiku.

Pemain kartu yang cantik dan selalu bersikap angkuh, Sienna, selalu merendahkanku karena pekerjaanku cuma melayani tamu. Sampai suatu hari, aku tanpa sengaja menemukan rahasia kecanduannya, sikap Sienna langsung berubah 180 derajat. "Kak Zayn, apa kamu ... bisa membantuku?" Aku tidak menduga wanita ini akan berinisiatif meminta bantuanku. Sambil melihat tingkah Sienna, aku berusaha menahan hasrat dalam hatiku dan menyetujui permintaannya. Namun, di dalam otakku, aku terus memikirkan cara untuk "menyiksanya". Huh! Selama ini kamu meremehkanku, 'kan? Sekarang kamu malah meminta bantuanku?

Buat Citra Paramitha, hidup sebagai mahasiswi arsitektur sudah cukup kompleks—revisi tugas gambar, dosen killer, dan deadline mepet. Tapi hidupnya makin kacau sejak pindah ke kosan baru yang... nempel banget sama kosan cowok berisik. Dan sumber kekacauan itu punya nama: Dikayasa Pradipta. Anak teknik mesin. Ganteng-ganteng tengil. Punya gitar, tapi nggak punya malu. Setiap pagi Dika nyanyi gombal receh dari balkon, bikin Citra pengen lempar penggaris segitiga. Tapi siapa sangka, dari yang awalnya saling sindir dan saling benci, ada benih rasa yang tumbuh diam-diam? Citra cuma pengen hidup tenang. Tapi Dika datang dengan misi mulia: bikin Citra jatuh cinta, dengan gombalan absurd dan motor tua legendaris. Karena buat Dika, teknik bukan cuma soal mesin. Tapi juga strategi bikin cewek dingin luluh dengan cara paling nyeleneh.

Noong pandemic, para kumita ng mas malaking pera para magbayad ng bills, bumalik ako sa aking dating part-time na trabaho bilang bulag na masahista. Subalit, hindi ko inasahan na sa top floor ng office building, merong tagong special service na inaalok. Ang unang customer ko ng pumunta ako sa top floor para magtrabaho ay ang magandang CEO sa aking full-time na trabaho, si Rosaline Dunne. Humiling siya ng espesyal na masahe mula sa akin…

Ean's face twisted with anger as he grabbed me by the arm, dragging me toward the old, rusted freezer in the corner of the warehouse. "You're going to feel what Helen felt," he spat. "Maybe that'll teach you not to mess with her." I struggled against him, panic rising in my chest. "Ean, this is insane! It was an accident! Let me explain—" He wasn’t listening. He shoved me inside the freezing metal box and slammed the door shut. The echo of the lock clicking into place made my heart pound in my ears. I banged on the door with my fists. "Ean, please! You can’t do this!" I screamed, but the sound of his footsteps grew fainter as he walked away. He left me with nothing but a single bowl of water, like I was some kind of prisoner. I slumped against the cold metal, shivering. The temperature plummeted almost instantly. The hum of the freezer kicked in, and I realized too late—it wasn’t broken like he thought. It was working, and I was trapped. My body shook uncontrollably as the cold seeped into my bones. I screamed for help until my throat was raw, clawing at the walls in desperation. My bloody handprints smeared across the icy surface, a silent plea for mercy that no one would hear. Seven days passed. When Ean finally returned, the look on his face was one of smug satisfaction. He had expected me to beg, to apologize. But when they pried open the freezer, all they found was my frozen body, stiff and silent, my suffering long over.

My husband,Yves Gordon, got a diamond necklace at an auction. It was my birthday. The next day, I saw another woman wearing that necklace. She was Joyce Cherny, my husband's new sales director. That woman posted a dozen shorts on TikTok to show off her necklace. I commented, 'Nice necklace, but the outfit doesn't match.' Half an hour later, Yves called me. He berated, "I bought Joyce that necklace! She deserves it! She doesn't need you mocking her for it!"

On the one-year anniversary of the company's public listing, my wife, Susan Lynn, publicly announced that she was gifting a supercar worth millions of dollars to her childhood friend, Charles Baker. Charles, with his arm around her shoulder, raised his glass and said, "Thank you, Susan. Here's a toast to our friendship!" I let out a derisive laugh and walked away. Susan, feeling upset, chased after me, shouting, "Angus, what's your problem? What's wrong with me giving the top salesperson a supercar? You're just a useless waste of space, and you still dare to throw a tantrum!"

By month four of my IVF treatments, my husband's childhood sweetheart posted a picture of herself cradling her baby bump. The caption? [Having a happy ending with my first love. A family of three.] And there he was—his hand in the shot, making a cutesy heart with hers. Oh, and the cherry on top? He was still wearing his wedding ring.

My mom, Allison Ramsey, runs an adult store. One day, I'm so tired that I doze off inside, only to end up accidentally trapped in one of those pleasure beds. When Mr. Palmer from next door walks in, he mistakes me for the store's latest doll and proceeds to pull down my hot pants.

Aku tak sengaja mengirimkan foto pribadiku ke ayah mertua dan sejak saat itu, masalah pun mulai datang silih berganti. “Sayang, siapa pria yang menindih di atasmu?” Tanya suamiku dengan nada penuh emosi. Sementara aku hanya bisa menatapnya dengan pandangan kosong dan tak berani menjawab….