Good Novel

Setelah dibuang mentah-mentah oleh pacarnya yang selingkuh, Biba juga dipecat dari tempatnya bekerja. Demi bertahan hidup, Biba menerima tawaran pekerjaan dari bestie-nya, untuk menggantikan posisinya sebagai seorang nanny untuk merawat seorang bocah laki-laki berusia 9 tahun. Biba yang memang menyukai dunia pendidikan anak-anak menyetujui saran bestie-nya, sampai... “Mana ada dia bocah umur 9 tahun?!" Dia enggak membayangkan bahwa bocah lelaki yang kudu ia rawat adalah sebenarnya seorang CEO muda berusia 22 tahun!

⚠️Novel ini masuk dalam kategori 18+ atau mungkin 21+ (Bukan Esek-esek lumer di mulut).  Namun, Gore, Kekerasan, dan Adegan berdarah. (Adegan dewasa hanya pemanis untuk menceritakan perselingkuhan.)⚠️ Lima belas tahun lalu, keluarga Zhang Zhuo runtuh oleh dusta dan darah. Kini, setelah tumbuh di dalam bayang luka, ia kembali sebagai pria penuh dendam karena kehilangan. Setiap langkah terdengar seperti bisikan dendam. Setiap napas adalah ingatan akan pengkhianatan yang merenggut semua. Dan kini … Waktunya untuk membuka rahasia lama, dan bangkit dari kegelapan, Zhuo hanya punya satu tujuan—mengembalikan semua rasa sakit itu pada mereka yang pernah menghancurkan. Selamat membaca😘☺️

Ruu si playboy kelas kakap takluk pada seorang Ry yang sama sekali bukan tipe-nya. Manja dan kekanakkan adalah dua sifat yang paling dijauhi Ruu. Celakanya keduanya justru melekat erat pada sosok Ry yang mungil. Sosok mungil yang dapat menjungkirbalikkan dunia Ruu yang semua serba palsu.

Mom always said my entire life ran on luck. When I ranked first in my class, she said, "You just guessed really well." When I won a gold medal, she said, "The judges must've been blind." When I got into Westridge University, she told everyone, "This kid has no real ability, just good luck!" So on my first day of college, she tossed me a book of scratch cards. "Since your luck's so good anyway, might as well let it handle your living expenses too. "You get one book per semester. However much you scratch off is all you get. "And just so you can't come crying to me about being broke, I'm blocking you now. I'll add you back next semester." With that, she ignored every one of my desperate pleas and blocked me on every single platform. I wanted to cry but could not even manage tears. All I could do was scratch two cards every day. On good days, I would win 20 to 50 dollars. Most days, I won absolutely nothing. I survived by sneaking expired cookies out of my roommates' trash. By the last week of the semester, I had developed severe anemia. As I used every ounce of strength to scratch the final card, I laughed. Mom was right. My luck really was incredible.

My mom ran a clinic her whole life, charging just five dollars for cold medicine. After I took over the clinic, I followed her teachings closely, doing my best to care for the folks in our community. However, after I charged an influencer 30 dollars for medication, I got blasted online as a scam clinic that was out to rob people blind. The entire town showed up at my door, young and old alike, demanding I return the 'overcharged' fees. I gave them exactly what they wanted and refunded every penny before shutting down the clinic for good. "There you go, just like you wanted. The clinic's closed. From now on, if you've got health concerns, feel free to drive 30 miles to the county hospital for consultation. I wish you all good health." The very next day, they were back at my door again. Only this time, they were begging me to reopen.

I drive a Rolls-Royce to the venue where my high school reunion is held. When my former classmates ask me how much the Rolls-Royce costs, I tell them that it belongs to the company. They begin telling everyone behind my back that I work as a company driver, and that I'm not living a good life at the moment. Then again, the car does belong to the company. It's just that the company is mine.

One thousand stories. One thousand ways to get wet, aroused, and begging for more. This collection is pure sin on your screen. Good girls turned into cock-hungry sluts in the span of a single night. Risky fucks in movie seats, hotel mix-ups, locked bathrooms, family cabins. Virginities lost to the wrong man… or the right group of men. Sisters, best friends, fiancées, stepdaughters—all fucking, sharing, eating each other out, and taking load after load while pretending they hate how good it feels. Expect: Every hole used and filled. Creampies that drip for days. Public exposure, semi-public humiliation. Rough, jealous, competitive sex. Anal, DP, face-sitting, squirting, cum-play. That razor-thin line between “I shouldn’t” and “don’t stop” This isn’t a book you read. It’s a book that reads you because it knows what makes your clit throb and your cheeks burn. Open it if you dare. Close it when you can’t take any more (spoiler: you won’t be able to). Reader discretion: Extreme taboo, group scenarios, degradation, incest-adjacent themes, non-stop orgasms, lesbian, threesome, gangbang and every filthy thing you dare to imagine. NB: accepting requests for hot sexy stories that's your deepest fantasy. 1000 stories!!!

The story is a dark psychological horror centered around a group of students trapped in a college during a curfew, where a storytelling game slowly turns terrifyingly real. I believe it aligns well with Good novel horror audience.

Namira baru saja menikahi Daniel Bragastara, duda 45 tahun yang sudah cerai dua kali sekaligus ayah dari sahabatnya. Katanya, si duda matang itu mau punya anak lagi. Makanya dia menikahi Namira yang masih gadis. Kalau sudah seperti itu, Namira bisa apa selain menuruti "bimbingan" sang suami?

Giselle Shaw, the intern, has sent a five-dollar bonus to the company's group chat that has 500 members in it. I get crowned as the luckiest person for being able to claim 20 cents from the bonus. So, Giselle tags me in the group chat immediately. "Hey Rebecca! Since you're the luckiest person in the group chat, why don't you send a bonus here? There are 500 people in this group chat altogether, so you can just send 5,000 dollars here. "5,000 dollars isn't much for you, right? It so happens to be the bonus you've received from Mr. Gallagher because of the project you've secured. You can send us the bonus so that we can get some good luck from you!" The moment I refuse, Giselle begins playing the pity card in the group chat by claiming that she can't reap good luck for everyone in the company. My boyfriend, Vincent Gallagher, rushes into my office and starts berating me angrily. "Rebecca Campbell, just how stingy are you to not want to send a five-thousand-dollar bonus to the group chat despite being a higher-up in this company? You even made a young woman cry! Is this how you do things? "You'd better send a 50-thousand-dollar bonus to the group chat right now and write a five-thousand-word apology letter by hand! I want you to sincerely apologize to Giselle as well! Otherwise, I'll break up with you! You can forget about retaining your position in this company, too!"