Hari Koo Shinbi House

Our bridal room was set on fire, and my husband, a firefighter, was grievously wounded while trying to save me. I sent him to be saved at the hospital where Winnie Sloan, his childhood friend worked, but the surgery ended up being a failure, and my husband passed away. After the announcement that my husband was deceased, Winnie told me that his dying wish was that he wanted a child. Hearing that, I powered through my grief and used the sperm he had previously frozen to conceive a child through IVF, raising my son to be enrolled in the most prestigious university in the area. On the day of the celebration party, my son kicked me out and invited my husband and Winnie onto the stage as his 'biological parents', and that's when I found out that my husband had faked his death. All those years ago, he and Winnie had swapped out the embryo I'd conceived in secret. The son I had painstakingly given birth to and raised turned out to have no blood relation to me whatsoever. Meanwhile, my husband had been enjoying a luxurious life overseas with Winnie while waiting for a chance to reconnect with his son. In my rage, I confronted them and demanded an explanation, but ended up dying because they pushed me down the stairs. When I came to, I was back to the day of the fire.

On the train back home, I found a scathing post online. [My sister-in-law is pushing thirty but isn’t married yet. She comes home all the time. Would you be bothered by it?] The comments were numerous and ran the gamut of opinions. The post got wildly popular, and there was an argument between the poster and commenters. [It’s bad enough that she won’t get married. She wants to stay with us when she’s home. Shouldn’t she feel ashamed? I’m at the end of my rope. She even drank all my lemonade last time she was here. I really hate her. [She has no boundaries. I’ve been wanting to teach her a lesson for ages. I turned her bedroom into my walk-in closet. Let’s see if she can still stay here.] When I got to this point, I closed the post. It was lucky that I bought the house where my parents and brother live. Because of that, I would not be at risk of losing my own room. But when I got out of the train station, I received a text from my mother. [Sweetie, I booked you a hotel room. You don’t have to come home and stay this time.]

Volume I: Kisah dari Bahari Arc I: The Last One "Dama melakukan perjalanan mencari kakeknya, dengan balas dendam di pikirannya. Namun tidak semua seperti yang nampak di permukaan." ___ Cover dari Depositphotos. Sepengetahuan saya free and royalty-free.

A young, beautiful she-wolf moves into the house opposite mine. She always strikes up conversations with me, her tone filled with enthusiasm. "You and Mr. Howl have such a great relationship. Even after seven years of marriage, he still kisses you goodbye when he leaves. It’s so sweet." She blinks playfully before continuing, "I have a friend who constantly complains about his mate. He says every time he kisses her, it feels like he's kissing a fat pig. Her scent disgusts him, and he can't even get hard when she's around. "And at night… just the sight of her belly rolls and sagging skin makes him want to throw up." I don’t particularly like this she-wolf, but I still offer her a polite smile. That night, however, when my mate kisses me, he suddenly freezes—then pushes me away and runs to the bathroom to vomit.

Nasha Aqila punya Satria Bimantara, teman satu atapnya yang multifungsi. Bagi Nasha Satria adalah tempatnya untuk bersandar dan bergantung sebab dia selalu merasa asing ditengah keluarga barunya, yaitu keluarga dari pernikahan kedua sang Bunda. Nasha selalu merasa Bunda menjauhkannya dari keluarga barunya. Kemudian pada suatu hari Satria mengajak Nasha untuk berkomitmen dan menikah. Mereka akan menjadi housemate untuk seumur hidup. Selain status yang berbeda tentu ada hal lain yang berubah dari hidup keduanya. Tak disangka karena sebuah insiden setelah pernikahannya dengan Satria terkuak alasan sesungguhnya Bunda yang seakan menjauhkan Nasha dari keluarga barunya "Jangan jadikan alasan pertemanan dan persahabatan sebagai alasan untuk menolak, Nasha. Kita ini friendhome bukan friendzone," kata Satria Bimantara pada Nasha Aqila.

Blurb: Ditolak karena dirinya manja, membuat Yuna bertekad menghapus perasaannya pada Bian. Pria yang dicintainya sejak satu dekade itu hanya menggapnya seorang adik, tidak lebih. “Kak Bian, nikahi aku sehari saja. Setidaknya aku sudah jadi pengantin Kak Bian dikehidupan ini. Setelah talak, aku yang akan membatalkan perjodohan kita. Kak Bian akan bebas dan aku kuliah ke Korea,” pinta Yuna. “Kalau aku menolak?” tanya Bian. “Aku akan bunuh diri!” ancam Yuna yang membuat Bian tercengang. Berhasilkah Yuna menjadi pengantin sehari Bian? Apa yang akan terjadi saat kehamilan Yuna terbongkar? Ikuti kisah mereka yang pernuh perjuangan!

Pulang dari pengembaraan ke timur, Wisnumurti menjumpai Pasir, kampung halamannya, dikacau serangkaian pembunuhan berantai. Beberapa tokoh atas rimba persilatan tewas dibunuh dua jagoan gelap yang hanya dikenal dengan nama Tanpa Aran dan Pangeran Langit. Baru saja ia hendak mengejar kedua pembunuh tersebut, Jaladri menghilang. Sahabatnya itu diculik Suwung Saketi dan Remak, pasangan pendekar sakit jiwa dari utara yang gemar makan daging manusia. Berkejaran dengan waktu, mereka terseret dalam pusaran persekongkolan maut dari tiga dasawarsa lalu yang hari ini mulai memakan tumbal. Dan nyawa menjadi tak ada arti sama sekali!

First day of school, and my roommate Sharon hits me with a $50k guilt trip over some "limited-edition" suitcase. "You're blind or just too dumb to walk straight?" My boyfriend? Useless. Classmates? Total sheep. The dean? Clown. Then I really looked at Sharon. Wait a sec—wasn't she the same scholarship case my family covered?

My fiancé was obsessively possessive. I was the newly found real daughter. To make sure I couldn’t leave him, he had thugs assault me in an alley. Then he showed up pretending to be my savior, taking the beating himself. I developed depression and had no choice but to rely on him. Then the fake daughter showed up with her gang. Grabbing my face, she sneered, "I'm the only daughter of the Shaw family!" I was dunked in a toilet, my face slashed, my body violated, and every wound sewn shut with needles. Blood covered the floor. My fiancé burst in with my parents. Seeing my state, they got furious. "You filthy maid's daughter! How dare you?"

The Rowan estate has stood for centuries, its walls bearing witness to generations of triumph, tragedy, and a quiet, inescapable weight. Known for influence and misfortune, the Rowans guard a secret: the house is a memory vessel, absorbing the emotions and events of its inhabitants. Only one child per generation—“the one who carries it”—feels its imprint. For Jace Rowan, that child is him. Haunted by flashes of his brother Elias’s mysterious death in the sealed west wing, Jace lives with hallucination-like memories, déjà vu, and a physical sensitivity to the house’s presence. When Ava arrives at the estate, the house takes notice. Her father’s disappearance connects her unknowingly to the Rowans, and her grief fuels an emotional resonance the house cannot ignore. Objects from her past—her father’s watch, sketches of the west wing, and a brass key—materialize mysteriously before her, drawing Ava deeper into the estate’s labyrinth of memory. Jace knows the danger: the west wing reacts to emotion, and Ava’s connection could awaken truths meant to remain buried. As tension mounts, Ava and Jace confront both the house’s power and their own growing fears. The west wing does not seek to harm but to claim understanding—feeding on memory, fear, and revelation. In the shadows, a presence lingers, one that Jace fears is connected to Ava’s father. Bound by fear, curiosity, and an unspoken attraction, Ava and Jace must navigate a house that remembers, reacts, and judges, uncovering secrets about Elias’s death, Ava’s father, and the legacy of the Rowan family itself. In a world where emotion is power and the past is never truly gone, the house holds its breath—and waits to see who will survive its memory.