Gender Bender Novel Female To Male

"Ini perintah! aku ingin menikah denganmu karena suatu alasan, ini tidak melibatkan perasaan yang membuatmu berdebar-debar, kamu pikir kamu siapa?" ucap Ronald, terdengar serius dan memaksa sekaligus meremehkan. "Pernikahan tidak bisa disamakan dengan pekerjaan, Pak. Anda tidak bisa memerintah sesenaknya untuk alasan apapun agar orang menikah, apalagi anda tidak benar-benar mengenal saya" Nadin masih bisa protes. "Jadi kau tidak mau?" Ronald berdiri dan menghampiri Nadin. "Iya, Pak. lagi pula alasan apa yang membuat anda tiba-tiba ingin menikah dengan saya, Pak?" Tanya Nadin, meski ia sudah bisa membaca alasannya, ia hanya ingin mengulur waktu. "Karena aku ingin melihatmu menderita setiap hari di depan mataku" ucap Ronald tepat di hadapan Nadin, itu seperti sebilah pisau yang menggerogoti lehernya, rasanya Nadin ingin menangis mendengarnya, tapi tidak semudah itu membuang-buang air mata untuk orang yang sedang emosi. 'kejam sekali! Harus semenderita inikah, anak dari wanita yang berselingkuh?' ucapnya dalam hati, ia menelan ludahnya dengan kesal. "Maaf, Pak. Saya tidak bisa!" Ucap Nadin tegas, tak ingin diganggu gugat.

"Anak saya baru berusia enam belas tahun, dan dia hamil! Saya minta pertanggungjawaban nak Diaz!"  Seorang lelaki berumur kisaran empat puluh tahun terduduk dengan wajah kusut dan tatapan penuh luka juga kecewa. Karena anak gadisnya yang selama ini dia jaga telah terenggut kesuciannya oleh kakak kelas di sekolahnya. "Anak saya menghamili putri, Anda?" Ibu dari Diaz tersenyum smrik dengan tatapan meremehkan. Dia tidak akan menyangkal, sebelumnya Diaz memang sudah mengakui kesalahannya yang menodai seorang gadis demi taruhan bersama teman-temannya. Ibu Diaz menatap gadis muda yang terduduk dengan kedua tangan gemetar, saling mengait dan bertumpu di paha. wajahnya kusut dengan mata sembab. Penampilannya begitu sederhana, memakai kaus pendek dengan bawahan rok selutut. Rambutnya sebahu yang tergerai semrawut, namun tidak mengurangi aura cantik dan manisnya.  "Baik, kami akan bertanggung jawab!" Ibu Diaz mengambil sebuah amplop dari dalam tas yang sudah dia siapkan.  "Amplop ini berisi uang dengan jumlah yang tidak sedikit. Saya memberikannya secara cuma-cuma, terserah kalian akan gunakan untuk biaya menggugurkan kandungan atau untuk melahirkan anak itu! Yang jelas, Diaz tidak akan menikahi anak Anda!" tegas Ibu Diaz. "A--apa?  Bagaimana mungkin Anda tega melakukan ini? Bagaimana pun benih yang anak saya kandung adalah cucu, Anda!"  "Hey, Orang Miskin! Kamu pikir saya tidak tahu? Kalian menuntut tanggung jawab agar anak saya menikahi dia demi keuntungan kan? Jangan mimpi bisa hidup enak karena menjebak orang kaya untuk menikahi anakmu! Sekarang pergi!" usir wanita itu dengan wajah garang dia bahkan menyuruh seorang satpam untuk menyeret si gadis dan bapaknya keluar rumah.  "Pergi!" titah satpam dengan mendorong mereka sampai terjatuh di pelataran rumah.  "Bapak? Ba--pak, kenapa, Pak?" Gadis itu menangis histeris ketika melihat bapaknya tiba-tiba sesak napas lalu tak sadarkan diri.  "Bapaaak!" 

Dulu, Nura pernah menyukai Reza dan berencana mengungkapkan perasaannya sebelum lelaki itu pindah ke luar negeri. Namun, sebelum sempat berbicara, Reza justru memperkenalkan kekasihnya, menghancurkan hati Nura. Seiring waktu, luka di hati Nura mulai sembuh berkat kehadiran Dito—rekan kerjanya yang selalu menunjukkan perhatian lebih dari sekadar teman. Saat Nura mulai membuka hatinya untuk Dito, Reza tiba-tiba kembali setelah bertahun-tahun dan, bersama keluarganya, datang melamarnya. Apa yang sebenarnya terjadi? Akankah Nura menerima lamaran Reza, lelaki yang dulu pernah ia cintai? Ataukah ia akan memilih Dito, yang kini mengisi hatinya dengan ketulusan?

Setengah kilo nasi aking untuk anakku adalah novel tentang kehidupan sebuah keluarga yang hidup digaris kemiskinan. setelah sang suami harus diberhentikan dari pekerjaannya, mereka benar-benar terpuruk. Dan mereka bekerja serabutan. Hardi, lelaki yang telah membersamainya selama hampir kurang kebih tujuh tahun bekerja sebagai kuli cangkul disawah. sedangkan Hanum tak pernah tinggal diam. Ia membantu mencari uang sebagai buruh cuci setrika dari rumah kerumah. Meskipun kehidupan mereka pas-pasan, namun keluarga mereka adalah contoh keluarga bahagia. selalu bersyukur dan tak pernah mengeluh sedikitpun. Mereka menjalani hari-hari dengan penuh kebahagiaan. Namun ... kebahagiaan Hanum tak berlangsung lama. Disinilah awal dari semua penderitaan yang dialami oleh Hanum dan kedua Anaknya ...! Penderitaan yang bagaimana yang dialami oleh Hanum ...? Yuk ikuti kisah selanjutnya ... !

For years, Andriel had longed to find his mate, pinning his hopes on his birthday to finally meet her. To his surprise, however, the Moon Goddess didn’t bless him with a female mate but with a male one. Faced with this unexpected revelation, Andriel found himself at a crossroads, unsure of how to proceed. He was torn between accepting the destiny laid out by the Goddess or following his heart, which yearned for love and connection. Now, he felt trapped between yielding to the bond tying him to his mate or rejecting that love to prioritize his role as king.

My wife is the daughter of a top jewelry tycoon. She accused me of pushing her mother down the stairs to steal the family fortune and had me thrown in prison. While I was locked up, her people disfigured my face and crushed my hands—the same hands that once played the piano. After my release, I run from her like a madman. Just like she said I would, I give up and start mooching off a wealthy woman. But then, she clings to me and begs me not to leave.

After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots. The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way. I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love. Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw the long stick, you can only blame your bad luck." So I began practicing every day, shaking the box diligently, over and over, in hopes that one day, it would help me earn my parents' love. Unfortunately, for ten years, I never once drew the long stick. Until my birthday. Asher wanted to go to the amusement park, and Mom once again told us to decide by drawing lots. I secretly glued the two short sticks together and handed them to Mom, hoping to keep her with me. She slapped me hard across the face, screaming that I was cheating and disobedient. Then she stormed out of the house with Asher. When I fell to the ground, the short stick stabbed deep into my neck. 'I'm sorry, Mom. Next time, I'll work harder. Next time, I'll definitely draw the long stick.'

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.

After three years of marriage, I believed I had the perfect family. My wife, Sarah, was gentle and caring, and our son was bright and adorable. On a rare day when I finished work early, I arrived home to find Sarah asleep, slumped tiredly by the crib. My heart went out to her, and I decided to carry her to our bedroom. As I approached, Sarah's phone screen suddenly lit up. A message appeared: “Sarah, is our son asleep?"

My girlfriend, Elsa Smith, always avoided meeting my parents. Yet, she had no trouble turning around and playing the role of her ex-boyfriend Leo Quinn’s fiancée, happily meeting his relatives instead. And the meeting took place in the apartment I had prepared for us to live in after the wedding. What she did not realize was that I happened to be Leo’s distant cousin. She pretended not to know me and clung sweetly to Leo, saying, "This apartment was bought by my hubby, fully paid for." All the relatives were praising them as a loving couple. To keep me from exposing her, Elsa came over to warn me, "I’m just helping a friend deal with marriage pressure. If you mess this up, we’re done." So, I sincerely offered my congratulations. "Since Leo and I seem to have the same taste in houses and women, I’ve got some wedding supplies that I’m sure he’ll like. I’ll gift them to you both." That was when Elsa finally started to panic.