Good Novel

+623867xxx ok: Suami lo di apartemen gue.    “Nara?” ketik Keisha pada pesan dari kontak baru yang masuk ke ponselnya.   +623867xxx: Yaps, pacar suami lo. Kasihan, lo tidur sendiri.   Keisha menghdia napas berat membaca pesan dari Nara. “Lagi?” gumamnya pelan. “Sampai kapan kamu mau seperti ini, mas?”    Tidak ingin terlihat lemah di mata Nara yang Keisha tahu adalah pacar Rendra—suaminya, Keisha membalas pesan Nara dengan tenang.   [ Ambil aja buat lo! ] Sent.   Hai, ini adalah kisah Keisha dan Narendra aka Mas Rendra.. Ikuti yah, sebangcat apa Mas Rendra di mata Keisha dan seberapa banyak rahasia yang Rendra simpan dari Keisha?  

Kinan mengira pernikahan adalah tentang membangun rumah baru. Namun, setelah lima tahun bersama Aris, ia sadar dirinya hanyalah "penduduk kontrak" yang sewaktu-waktu bisa diabaikan. Aris adalah suami yang nyaris sempurna di mata orang lain—mapan, sopan, dan sangat berbakti pada ibunya. Namun di balik pintu kamar, bakti itu menjadi racun yang perlahan membunuh jiwa Kinan. ​Setiap tetes keringat Kinan untuk mengurus rumah dianggap kewajiban yang tak perlu diapresiasi, sementara setiap rengekan ibunya adalah titah raja yang tak boleh dibantah. Puncaknya adalah ketika Kinan menyadari bahwa di balik kemesraan fisik yang mereka lakukan tiap malam, Aris menyimpan rahasia besar: sebuah masa depan yang dirancang tanpa melibatkan namanya sedikit pun. Kinan bukan pendamping hidup, ia hanya fasilitas untuk mempermudah hidup Aris dan ibunya. ​Dihadapkan pada pilihan antara bertahan dalam kehampaan atau hancur untuk merdeka, Kinan mulai meracik "pembalasannya" sendiri—bukan dengan amarah yang meledak, tapi dengan kepergian yang paling sunyi.

Crystal Jane terbangun dan menyadari hidupnya kini berada di dalam sebuah novel—sebagai tokoh pendukung perempuan yang ditakdirkan berakhir tragis. Putri tiri keluarga Alexander ini seharusnya terseret ambisi dan menjadi umpan meriam bagi tokoh utama. Berbekal ingatan masa depan, Crystal memilih satu jalan! Hidup tenang, menjauh dari konflik, dan tidak ikut campur dalam alur cerita. Namun, tanpa dirinya ketahui bahwa semua alurnya berubah karena saudara tiri nya dapat mendengar pikiran gadis itu.

Andara Prameswari tidak pernah membayangkan akan bertemu kembali dengan mantannya di SMA. Apalagi dalam posisi sebagai seorang atasan dan bawahan. Aji yang dulunya kurus kerempeng dengan tinggi menjulang, terlihat ngenes dan menyedihkan, kini menjelma menjadi pria dewasa dengan otot-otot panas menggiurkan. Di saat itulah, Dara menyesal. Dia merasa ingin balikan, apalagi alasannya putus dengan Aji, karena Dara tidak mau menjalani LDR yang menyakiti perasaan. Namun, Aji yang dulu dan sekarang berbeda. Pria itu menjadi sosok bajingan yang suka mempermainkan wanita. Pria dingin yang tak memedulikan Dara dalam dunianya. Bagaimana cara Dara mendapatkannya kembali? Apakah dia bisa mengembalikan sosok Aji yang baik hati dan seksi? ____ All right reserved by Kaitani Hikari

My wife, Charlene Weber, has taken me to the Scumbag Court. If I'm found guilty, all my assets will be taken from me, and I'll face 10 years of imprisonment. Charlene, on the other hand, will get to marry her ideal man—Joel Quinlan—as she wishes. If I'm acquitted of all charges, Charlene will be made to divorce me without alimony. She'll also be cursed with bad luck and disfigured so badly she'll be the ugliest woman in the world. Conversely, I'll be given 10 million dollars in reparations and gain a lifetime's worth of good luck. Everyone is advising me to admit to my mistakes, but only because Charlene has always been a virtuous, devoted wife in their eyes. They think that there must surely be some complicated grievances between us at the moment. However, they are unaware that I've been reborn. This time, I'm going to tear off Charlene's mask of hypocrisy.

My wife—Nancy Valente—had been "missing" for three months after some fake skiing accident. I spotted her at a bar. She was draped over Finley Bennett's shoulder, laughing like she hadn't wrecked my life. "Good thing you came up with this plan. I almost forgot what freedom felt like." Her crew kept clinking glasses, asking when she planned to pop back up. She glanced down. "Maybe in a week. I'll show up once he's lost his mind." I stayed in the shadows, watching her bask in her little escape act. Then I grabbed my phone and called a buddy at the Vital Records Office.

I don't kick up a fuss when Jasper Sutton's childhood sweetheart once again takes my spot in the front passenger seat. Instead, I obediently head to the backseat to sit with his good friend, Jonathan Clayton. When we drive along a bumpy road, my knee brushes against Jonathan's toned thigh. I deliberately leave it there, and he doesn't move. We stop for a break at a rest area. Jasper's childhood sweetheart clings to him as they head to the restroom. As soon as the door is shut, Jonathan grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. As I descend into the throes of passion, I can't help thinking it's no wonder people like to cheat.

My family was supposed to be the richest of the land, yet I had to refund even a cheap delivery. Why? In my previous life, my housekeeper's daughter got her hands on a trading system. Every cent of money I spent would be hers. She started trying to guilt-trip me into donating to all the impoverished students in her school. It was charity anyway, so I signed a check worth 300 grand. The moment I did, that money became part of her savings, and the amount on my check was zero. Everyone called me names, called me a charlatan. Even the boy toy I spent good money on broke up with me. That girl used my money to donate to charities and became the kind and beautiful heiress. She told everyone I was the housekeeper's daughter instead. Furious, I grabbed my black card and started shopping like crazy. I wanted to prove I was the real heiress, but the balance in my account was cleared immediately. That girl then spent 1.2 million right away, like it was one dollar. She scoffed at me. "Don't try to act like you're rich when you're a broke loser. Your mother doesn't make enough as a housekeeper." The Internet decided to hunt me down. I could not handle the stress, and my mind broke. For some reason, my body withered away at a blistering rate. Before my father could save me, I drew my last breath. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to that fateful day. The day the housekeeper's daughter made me donate to the school.

Sejak kematian tunangannya, Donghai, Li Meihui memilih meninggalkan dunia balet yang dulu menjadi hidupnya. Setiap langkah tariannya kini terasa hampa, setiap kenangan hanya menambah luka. Hingga suatu hari, ia bertemu Kim Rain—seorang musisi yang melihat kesedihan dalam tarian yang tak lagi memiliki makna. Rain tidak pernah meminta Meihui untuk melupakan masa lalunya, tapi ia memainkan melodi yang secara perlahan membimbingnya untuk melangkah lagi. Di antara nada-nada yang tercipta, Meihui mulai menemukan dirinya kembali. Dan kali ini, ia menari bukan untuk mengenang seseorang yang telah pergi, tetapi karena ia ingin. Namun, bisakah musik dan tarian menyembuhkan hati yang telah lama terjebak dalam kesedihan? Ataukah Meihui akan menemukan alasan baru untuk terus menari bersama seseorang yang tak pernah ia duga?

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."