Novel & Cerita God's Perfect Idiot

I messed up—big time. Blurting out at a family dinner that my boss, neighbor, and best friend’s brother, Arnold, asked me to be his wedding date was not my finest moment. Mortified, I’m ready to apologize and smooth things over with his family, but Arnold? He’s not having it. Instead, he doubles down, proposing a wild plan: a fake relationship that suits us both.The deal? Three months of playing the perfect couple while my toddler and I live in his house, rent-free. In return, Arnold shields me from my toxic ex, and I help him dodge the town’s relentless matchmaking efforts. It’s the perfect arrangement—until the lines between fake and real start to blur.Arnold’s not just playing a role. He’s reading bedtime stories to my son, cooking us meals, and kissing me like the world might end if he stops. With every tender touch and stolen glance, he makes me feel seen, desired, in a way I’ve never known. The guestroom feels colder each night when his strong, tattooed arms are just down the hall, calling to me.As our forbidden kisses deepen, so does the risk. Are we crafting a love that could break us? Or are we building something breathtakingly real?

The sands and stories of Egypt always enthralled Isaac. Unable to travel and explore the job at a museum was the best he could hope for. Yet the land of the Gods are soon to become far more real when an ancient relic is broken, releasing a vengeful deity. Furious at the past that spurned him he craves destruction, even if it means his own. But is everything all it seems? There is always a deeper reason and their fates may be linked far more closely than he believes.

The day before the wedding, I go to the bridal shop to pick up my custom wedding dress. The clerk informs me apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ms. Stone. Yesterday, a woman called Ms. Lovelett came and picked up your dress." My best friend, Sherry Lancelot, suddenly remembers something. "Isn't that the surname of your fiance's secretary? He's so thoughtful. He had your dress picked up in advance for you." But in the next second, Mary Lovelett posts a social media update. In her photo, she is wearing my one-of-a-kind custom wedding dress that is worth hundreds of millions and posing coquettishly in front of the camera. The caption reads, "Zachary is the best boss in the world. I casually said I wanted to take some portraits. He generously bought me a globally limited outfit for a photoshoot so that I can take the photos to my heart's desire!" I look at the post and reply coldly, "That's the wedding dress I personally chose for myself. Since when did it become your photoshoot outfit?" The post is deleted instantly. My fiance, Zachary Everdon, calls me angrily. "What nonsense comment was that? I just lent your stupid dress to Mary for a bit. It's a cheap, one-time thing anyway. I can buy you a dozen more to make up for it." I let out a cold laugh and record the call. Then, I send him a screenshot of the 200 million dollars purchase record. I say, "Sure. Will you pay by check or by direct transfer? Hurry up. Once you pay, we're calling off the engagement."

My mother-in-law was somehow allergic to me. As long as I was in the house, her skin would break out in rashes, and she would struggle to breathe. The hospital could not find any specific allergen. They said it might be something to do with my scent. To give his mother some relief, my husband Keith asked me to stay in a hotel every weekend. I quietly packed away everything that was mine. I even stopped wearing my favorite perfume just so I could stay home for one extra day. However, her condition only grew worse. The days I was allowed to be home dropped from five days a week to three, and eventually to just one. I never complained. I only hoped she would get better soon. One day, I left work early to pick up a document from home. I heard laughter from inside the house. "Mom, your trick really works! Every time you cough, my brother kicks that woman out." It was Keith's god-sister Caroline, who had studied abroad. My mother-in-law laughed smugly. "Caroline, you're the best. You can cook, and you give great massages. You're nothing like that useless block of wood who's always in the way. "Keith, hurry up and marry Caroline already. Get rid of that woman!" Keith's voice was full of indulgence. "Mom, don't say things like that. Caroline, look at the perfume I bought you. You've worked hard lately." All strength left my body as I stood frozen at the door.

On the day Evelyn thought Liam would propose, he shocked her by getting down on one knee—for her stepsister, Samantha. As if that betrayal wasn’t enough, Evelyn learned the cruel truth: her parents had already decided to sell one daughter’s future to a dangerous man: the infamous War God Alpha Alexander, who was rumored to be scarred and crippled after a recent accident. And the bride could’t be their precious daughter Samantha. However, when the "ugly and crippled" Alpha revealed his true self—an impossibly handsome billionaire with no trace of injury—Samantha had a change of heart. She was ready to dump Liam and take Evelyn's place as the family daughter who should marry Alexander. Yet Alexander made his decision clear to the world: “Evelyn is the only woman I will ever marry.”

Ukiyo Fujii is an ordinary student who desired to have the most beautiful voice and become the greatest idol of all time. One day, while walking at a shrine, she accidentally to met a god who offered to grant her this wish. Little does she know that in return, this god has to live with her. This dark god, Shinrin Kurai, was exiled to earth by the higher gods as punishment. As part of his plan to return to the godly realms, he needed the help of a human with a strong desire and passion inside her heart. Now, beginning his journey with Ukiyo Fujii, other former gods started to interfere turning their adventure to a deadly quest. To protect Ukiyo, Shinrin may risk losing his freedom and the ticket to return to his realm forever. Drawn into Ukiyo's world, will he choose to stay with her? Will Ukiyo accept him when she finds out that this gift is not permanent and he used her as living bait for his return?

Isabella is an example of the word special. In a whole generation of wolves behind her, no one has ever seen, heard or recorded of a wolf becoming the mate of a god. No in the wolf kingdom, no kingdom at all. The thing is that gods don't have mates but Isabella is made for him. He is bonded to her and she to him. This is the story of a princess and a god.

Kael was a god once. Loved. Worshipped. Feared. But when he fell for a mortal girl, the heavens stripped him of his divinity and cursed him to roam the earth as the first werewolf—a beast feared by all. Worse, she wasn’t spared. Eira, his love, was bound to an endless cycle of reincarnation, each life erased of him. And in every lifetime, Kael finds her, only to lose her again. Now, centuries later, Eira is reborn as Lila in a modern world where packs rule the shadows and Kael reigns as an untouchable king. Drawn to him despite the danger, Lila begins to uncover pieces of a life she doesn’t remember and a love she can’t explain. But the gods are watching, and they will not allow Kael to defy them again. The heavens demand Kael let her go to break the curse. They promise him redemption, but Kael knows better. He has endured centuries of their cruelty, and this time, he will not bow. If they want her, they will pay in blood. Even if it costs him everything.

I was hired to care for a sick child. I never saw his face. Never heard his voice. Until I stepped into the house of nightmares. Ezra Kade thought the job was simple, to take care of a bedridden heir hidden away in a mansion dripping with wealth and secrets. But the moment he crosses the threshold, he realizes he’s been fed a lie. The child isn’t a child. He’s a man. A man who watches him from the shadows. A man with a past written in blood. Kieran Valen survived the unthinkable—an accident meant to erase him from existence. For two years, he’s played the part of the broken, helpless heir, a puppet in his siblings’ twisted game. But Kieran isn’t weak. He isn’t helpless. And Ezra? Ezra just walked straight into the web, into his hands. In a house ruled by deception, where the walls whisper secrets and the floors are stained with the past, Ezra must decide… run, or let himself be caught. Because Kieran doesn’t just want a caretaker. He wants devotion. Obedience. Worship. And he’ll break Ezra apart to get it.

In another time a strong woman is forced to make a choice. The consequences of her choice will form the lives and deaths of thousands of people. What becomes of the princess, when the men of the supernatural see her beauty?