Goku Black Weapon

Aditya, seorang tukang pijat biasa, mewarisi cincin misterius yang memberinya kekuatan super: sentuhan yang membangkitkan gairah wanita dan kekuatan fisik tak tertandingi. Dalam sekejap, ia berubah menjadi pengusaha kaya raya, dikelilingi wanita-wanita yang tergila-gila padanya. Hubungan ambigu dan intrik harem mewarnai kehidupannya yang baru, sementara rahasia cincin itu perlahan terkuak, membawa bahaya yang tak terduga.

(Note : bab tertentu mengandung 21+) “Buatlah Dylan bertekuk lutut padamu, Calla. Goda dia.” Calla mengerjap. “Ibu bercanda? Dylan itu kakak tiriku!” “Dia adalah pewaris tunggal. Kamu mau kita diusir dari rumah ini begitu saja setelah ayah tirimu meninggal?” tandas tegas Marissa, sang ibu. *** Setelah bertahun-tahun pergi, kali ini Calla pulang ke rumahnya hanya untuk menghadiri pemakaman ayah tirinya. Tapi ibunya, Marissa, ternyata telah memiliki rencana yang lebih gila. Yaitu menjadikan Calla sebagai alat untuk merebut warisan dari Dylan Asher, sang pewaris dingin yang kini memegang semua kendali. Masalahnya, Calla telah memiliki kekasih... dan Dylan juga bukan tipe pria yang mudah disentuh. Tapi siapa yang akan mengira jika satu sentuhan saja dari Calla... ternyata bisa membakar segalanya? "Kamu yang memulai permainan ini, Calla. Tapi akulah yang akan menyelesaikannya." ---Dylan Asher ***

La meilleure amie d'Olivia, Sandra, a retourné contre elle. Elle a dit du mal d'Olivia à son mari, l'assurant que c'est Olivia qui l'a fait tomber et l'avorter, qu'elle lui a dérobé et qu'elle le fait depuis des mois. Sandra a également déclaré qu'Olivia prenait en secret des pilules contraceptives, car elle ne voulait pas avoir d'enfant avec Nick. Elle l'a convaincu qu'Olivia était encore amoureuse de son amour de jeunesse, Marcus. Dans sa colère, Nick a envoyé sa femme en prison et a poursuivi sa vie avec l'amie d'Olivia, Sandra. Leur relation va-t-elle durer ? Olivia va-t-elle réussir à se venger et à récupérer son mari ?

My girlfriend and I were reborn, returning to the cramped basement apartment we rented right after graduation. We silently walked out the door together, neither of us mentioning staying together. She went abroad with her childhood sweetheart to further her studies while I stayed behind, grinding away at my company. Seven years later, she became a rising young designer with a bright future and a happy family. I was still grinding away at the same company. When we met again, she clung to her childhood sweetheart's arm, looking down at my slightly disheveled state with a mocking smile. "Long time no see. How did you end up looking like a beggar?" I ignored her. However, later, when the powerful, world-renowned CEO of a top design firm clung to my arm, acting sweetly, her face twisted with panic. "Alex Prescott! How can you be so close with another woman?!"

The first time I lived, my sister and I found two dragon eggs. The black one pulsed with raw, untamed power. My sister, Isabella, claimed it without a second thought. The white one was left for me. A cracked, forgotten thing. It held only a whisper of magic. I took it out of pity. Within a year, the black dragon shattered his shell and emerged a man so beautiful it was a curse. He became Isabella's devoted weapon, his power forging her path to godhood. Meanwhile, the white egg fed on me. I poured everything I had into my white egg. My magic, my money, my soul. For ten long years, it gave me nothing. Everyone said to abandon it. But I couldn’t. I was an orphan, ignored by my sister. I just wanted a companion. But as the dark plague swept the lands, the egg I'd nurtured for a decade hatched overnight—while I was dying, he soared past me to save Isabella. He could have hatched years ago. Could have been human all along. But he chose Isabella. He mistook her for his savior. Then I was back to the day it all began. This time, Isabella lunged for the white egg first, afraid I'd take it. I slung my worn satchel of herbs over my shoulder. Turned my back on them both. "You can have them both," I said calmly. "I choose myself." This life, I swore I would have nothing to do with Adrian. But now, he's the one filled with regret, willing to give his own life just to have me look at him one more time.

“You’ve come to kill me detective?” He whispered against her skin as he gently grasped her arm and turned her to him. Jude swallowed a gulp and looked up at him. His eyes were a cobalt shade of blue behind the mask, daring, cold and terrifying. “And you’ve come to me to be killed?” She replied in a hushed tone, gathering a lot of nerve and taking a step closer to him. Detective Jude Laurent should arrest Cassien, the deadly Maestro who now controls The Black Rose syndicate. Instead, she finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse, risking everything to uncover the truth about the organization that has haunted her since childhood. The same organization she believes holds the answers to her parents’ death in what everyone called a tragic house fire. But Jude has no idea she’s been walking straight into a trap years in the making. The real mastermind behind The Black Rose has been watching her every move, orchestrating her pain from the shadows. Someone who shaped her into the perfect weapon for revenge. And they’ve been waiting for this moment since the night her world burned. Now, as Jude hunts the man who’s becoming her obsession, and Cassien finds himself equally captivated by the detective who should be his enemy, neither realizes they’re both pawns in a much deadlier game. Because the person who destroyed Jude’s world isn’t the criminal she’s chasing. It’s someone far closer than she could ever imagine. And their final move is about to destroy everything she’s ever believed about her past, her purpose, and the man she can’t stop wanting. Some obsessions are worth dying for. Others are designed to kill you.

I was rejected, but soon, I will marry a wheelchair-bound Rogue. "Is this your fiancé?" "Yes, he is my husband, Raymond Black," I introduced. "How shameful, you are marrying this... uh, rogue, who has no clan, no fixed pack, and can't even protect you if attacked by other werewolves?" I stood at the altar, with many people below, as if saying to me: you are such a fool! Raymond said beside me, "Caitlin, if you want to back out, you still have a chance now, you can choose to run away." I shook my head, "No... I won't run away, you will be my husband." I saw a hint of surprise in his emerald, green eyes. ******* I was set up by my best friend to have sex with a strange man, my first MATE rejected me, an enemy weapon ran through my father's heart, pierced my mother's body. My best friend's family stripped me of my ALPHA status, and I became everyone's go-to OMEGA. Until that man came along, Rogue, and he saved me, but... I found that he seemed to hide a lot of secrets, wait, my second mate is alpha king?!

พิมพ์ชนก หรือ "พิม"นักศึกษาปี 4 คณะนิเทศศาสตร์ ผู้ใฝ่ฝันอยากเป็นนักเขียนบทละครมืออาชีพ เธอเป็นคนฉลาด มีไหวพริบ และมุ่งมั่น เธอเลือกทำงานพาร์ทไทม์ในผับ "Black Velvet" เพื่อหาข้อมูลสำหรับเขียนบทละครส่งอาจารย์ โดยหวังว่างานชิ้นนี้จะเป็นใบเบิกทางสู่วงการบันเทิงโดยไม่รู้เลยว่า เธอกำลังเดินเข้ามาในโลกที่เต็มไปด้วยอันตราย และผู้ชายที่มีอิทธิพล ปกรณ์ มีโครงหน้าเข้มคมชัด หนวดเคราเพิ่มเสน่ห์และความเป็นผู้ใหญ่ ตาแสดงความมั่นใจและดูสุขุม ผมสั้นจัดทรงอย่างดี สวมชุดสูทสีเข้มให้ความรู้สึกภูมิฐานและน่าเชื่อถือ บุคลิกดูสุขุม อบอุ่น แต่แฝงด้วยความมั่นใจในตัวเองเจ้าของผับสุดหรูที่มีชื่อเสียงและอำนาจในวงการกลางคืน ไม่เพียงแต่เป็นเจ้าของผับ"Black Velvet"เท่านั้น แต่เขายังมีธุรกิจหลายอย่างที่เกี่ยวข้องกับ ธุระกิจสีเทาและยังมีบริษัทส่งออกสินค้าไปยังต่างประเทศอีกด้วยและ บริษัทส่งออก ภายใต้ภาพลักษณ์ของชายหนุ่มหล่อที่ดูสุขุมและมีเสน่ห์ เขาคือคนที่ทุกคนต้องเกรงกลัว และในวันที่เขาเห็นพิมพ์ชนกครั้งแรก เขารู้ทันทีว่าเธอจะทำให้เขาไม่สามารถละสายตาได้

"You think you know hate, Avery?" His voice a dangerous rumble that seemed to roll straight through me. "Hate is easy. It’s the love that complicates everything." "Love? Don't talk to me about love. You wouldn't recognize it if it clawed its way into your heart." Liam's expression darkened, "And whose fault is that, remind me? You destroyed every ounce of it." My eyes filled with tears instantly, my voice so thick, it hurt my throat as the words came out. "And you made me pay for it, in the most horrible way. A person who loved a girl with his whole heart would never be able to do what you've done, what you've allowed to happen. That's why I hate you, because you never loved me, or else you couldn't do all this to me." His eyes sparked with anger "You have no idea what you're talking about." "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," I shot back bitterly, "But it seems like the only thing you're good at is pretending. Pretending to care, pretending to love—" "That's enough!" his voice boomed. "You want to see how real my feelings are? I should teach you a lesson on underestimating them." I tilted my chin up in defiance "Go on then, teach me." The next moment was a blur of motion as he closed the distance between us. His hands gripped my face, not gentle but not cruel—a fervent, desperate hold. His lips met mine in an intense, raw kiss, fueled by anger and deep, relentless desire. The kiss was punishing, his mouth moving against mine with a fierce urgency that left no room for doubts or second thoughts. As he pulled back, his eyes bore into mine, challenging, questioning, daring me to deny what lay between us.

Memiliki wajah cantik terkadang membuat seseorang menjadi iri hati dan benci. Sama halnya yang dirasakan oleh gadis cantik yang bernama Berlian Puspita. Seorang Kakak yang seharusnya menjadi pelindung dan pengayom untuk seorang adik, kini justru berbanding terbalik dengan keadaan yang dialami oleh Berlian. Sifat iri dan dengki yang dimiliki oleh Berta Maulida membuat gadis malang itu harus selalu berpenampilan kumuh dan menjijikkan. "Kamu lebih pantas untuk menjadi seorang pemulung, Berli! Dan lebih baik sekarang pergilah dan cari uang sebanyak-banyaknya untuk kita!" titah Berta dengan tatapan mata tajam. Bagaimana dengan kisah gadis malang itu? Apakah akan ada seseorang yang baik hati yang bisa menolongnya untuk keluar dari siksaan mereka?