Hazbin Hotel Travis

"Alin, suamiku mengidap infertilitas, jadi kami tidak bisa mendapatkan keturunan." Itulah penggalan pesan masuk sebelum tersadar atas kejadian yang mengubah hidup gadis berusia 22 tahun bernama lengkap Zaylin Aimee. Malam laknat setelah menyaksikan langsung sang pacar berselingkuh dengan rekan kerjanya sendiri berhasil membuat Alin sakit hati dan tidak sengaja meminum minuman beralkohol sehingga membuatnya dalam keadaan setengah mabuk. Kaizen Calix yang tidak sengaja berpapasan dengan Alin pun menolong gadis yang hampir kehilangan kesadaran itu dan membawanya ke hotel karena tidak tahu rumah Alin. Namun, saat di hotel, Alin yang masih setengah sadar dan begitu sangat sakit hati, terus saja menangis, Zen yang tidak tega pun menemaninya sepanjang malam hingga kejadian yang tidak diinginkan pun terjadi. Alin pikir itu hanya kesalahan dan dirinya tidak akan hamil karena Gaurika mengatakan bahwa suaminya tidak bisa menghasilkan keturunan, tapi ternyata tidak. Secara tiba-tiba tanda-tanda kehamilan mulai muncul! Alin yang tidak bisa percaya dengan apa yang dialaminya itu membuatnya harus berjuang untuk menutupi semuanya baik dari keluarga, sahabatnya dan sang ayah dari bayi dalam kandungannya. Hingga akhirnya perut yang semakin membesar membuatnya tidak bisa mengelak dengan apa yang terjadi. Alin yang menolak untuk menggugurkan kandungannya karena dia pikir bayi itu tidak bersalah atas apa yang dilakukannya, membuatnya harus pergi dari rumah dan memulai kehidupan baru seorang diri di desa yang baru. Namun takdir berkata lain, Zen secar tiba-tiba harus pindah tempat kerja dan bertemu kembali dengan Alin dan anak lelakinya yang telah berusia 5 tahun, hingga mengubah segalanya.

I am about to book a room at a hotel owned by Luca Conti, a consigliere under my command, when a sharp voice suddenly cuts in from behind me. "Aspetta. That's not your price." I turn around. A woman wearing a manager's badge stands there with her arms crossed, scrutinizing me as if I am an unsightly stain she can't wait to wipe away. "We don't allow prostitution here," she says coolly. "If you're receiving clients, there will be a fine." As she speaks, she hands me a penalty notice. The charges are clearly listed on the paper. "Illegal guest reception fee: 350 thousand dollars. "Special soundproofing fee: 150 thousand dollars. "Special cleaning fee: 100 thousand dollars. "Total fee: 600 thousand dollars." Receiving clients? I have simply come straight from a Mafia cocktail party without changing clothes—that's all. What exactly does she take me for?" I lift my gaze and answer evenly, "You're mistaken. I am not that kind of person. You can contact the hotel owner, Luca Conti, and ask him who I am." A sneer flickers through Sofia Rossi's eyes. She spits to the side, full of contempt. "Still claiming you are not a puttana? Women like you come here every week. Every single one of them swears she knows him. "Our boss is the consigliere to the Russo family, the most powerful Mafia family in Seneriffe. Do you really think he needs someone cheap like you? "I suggest you pay up now, subito, before your client loses patience and drags you into the street and rapes you." I do not waste another word on her. I take out my phone and send a message directly to my secretary, Marco Bianchi. "Notify Luca. Either this manager, Sofia Rossi, disappears from this city, or he does."

For the socialites, security, stability, and comfortability matters more than finding the right love for you. That's why fixed marriage is proposed. Mary Emily Trañilla is the heiress of a famous clothing line. She never argues and go against with her parents' decisions because she knew they're doing everything for the best of her. She's destined to be engage to Simone Kennedy Garcia, a CEO of the leading hotel and restaurant company in the Philippines. She was so sure of that decision not until she meet the gaze of Simone's half-brother, Apollo. How frightening and exciting would it be to have a secret love affair with your fiance's half brother? Would you dare to swing through the string of destiny and fight for what you really feel or just fearlessly cut off the tie to stand by what the socialites believed in?

Zia terkejut begitu menemukan seorang pria tak dikenal berbaring di ranjang hotel bersamanya. Terlebih, keluarganya juga tiba-tiba masuk ke kamar dan meminta mereka untuk segera menikah. Di sisi lain, Azka--CEO berstatus duda--yang baru terbangun, begitu terkejut dengan semua yang terjadi. Mendatangi pesta kolega bisnisnya, ternyata Azka malah dijebak dengan diberi obat tidur pada minumannya. Dia yakin tidak menyentuh Zia sama sekali! Namun, melihat perilaku pihak keluarga Zia yang ekstrem dan kejam dalam memperlakukan Zia, Azka menjadi iba. "Baiklah, saya akan menikahi Zia." Ucap Azka impulsif, hingga membuat Zia terkejut. Lantas, bagaimanakah kisah pernikahan Azka dan Zia? Apakah berakhir dengan bahagia atau justru ... sebaliknya?

Maura mencintai suaminya—Dewangga— seperti orang gila. Sayangnya Dewangga sangat membencinya karena menuduh Maura telah menjebaknya di kamar hotel sehingga mereka terpaksa menikah. Ketika Dewangga mengajukan gugatan cerai, Maura melarikan diri ke Perancis untuk berlibur sejenak. Nahas, Maura kecelakaan di sana. Dia pulang ke rumah suaminya dalam keadaan amnesia. Dewangga segera menanyakan tentang berkas perceraian mereka yang harus ditandatangani Maura begitu Maura pulang. Tapi, Maura tak ingat. Ketika berkas perceraian itu sudah ditemukan, Dewangga hanya memberikan waktu tiga bulan pada Maura untuk bersiap-siap meninggalkan rumahnya. Dewangga tak akan pernah menyangka bahwa waktu tiga bulan sangat cukup untuk membuat hatinya dan hati Maura berubah.

Three years ago, Ivy Valmonte married Julian Blackwood to save her family from ruin. The night before the wedding, she let Sebastian ruin her instead, on the marble floor of the wine cellar while the rehearsal dinner carried on upstairs. It never stopped. Stolen nights in hotel suites, quick and brutal sex in the back of limousines, whispered threats and promises while Julian slept down the hall. They hated each other for it. They lived for it. Now Julian is dead, the will has been read, and the empire is split: 60% to Ivy. 40% to Sebastian. Only one of them can gain interest. Only one of them can destroy the other. They declare war in boardrooms by day, and tear each other apart in bed by night, because some addictions are stronger than hate, and some secrets are worth killing for. Love was never the problem. It was the price.

During a fight with my husband, he shoved me. My stomach bumped into the couch’s armrest. Just then, his childhood friend called him, sobbing. “Caleb, hurry, come to Cloudpeak Hotel and save me! My boss got me drunk, and now he’s forcing me to serve our client…” I nearly blacked out from the twisting pain in my stomach. I begged him to take me to the hospital. However, my husband said, “There’s a life at stake here! Can you not be so cruel?” He left, slamming the door behind him. I had no choice but to call for an ambulance. That night, he spent the night with his childhood friend, while I lay in the operating theater, undergoing emergency surgery. Good news, Caleb Gordon! You'd never have children again! Weren’t you glad? You deserved it!

I found my boyfriend in bed with two women on what was supposed to be our anniversary. Heartbroken and humiliated, I did something I never thought I'd do—I spent one unforgettable night with a mysterious stranger at a hotel bar. Six weeks later, I'm pregnant. And I have no idea who the father is. Until I walk into my new job at Sterling Corporation and come face-to-face with Alexander Sterling—the ruthless, devastatingly handsome CEO who also happens to be my ex-boyfriend's father. He wants to claim me. Protect me. Own me. But loving Alexander means declaring war on his son, risking everything I've worked for, and navigating a scandal that could destroy us both. They say forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. I'm about to find out if it's worth the price.

18+ Skin. Sweat. Surrender. No apologies. Just the filthy, holy truth of what we do when the lights are off. In the hush between heartbeats, desire speaks its own language. These stories peel back the skin of restraint to reveal the raw, trembling want beneath - hands that linger too long, mouths that confess what daylight forbids, bodies that remember every sin they were never supposed to commit. From velvet-shadowed hotel rooms to rain-slicked backseats, from whispered commands to wordlessly surrender, from collars that lock with a soft click to knees that bruise beautifully on marble, from words like "please" and "good girl" to the moments we steal when no one is watching... and the ones we can't stop replaying even when they are filthy. No slow burns. No fade to black. Just wet mouths, spreading thighs, fingers that don't ask permission, and orgasms that leaves teeth marks.

Hari itu adalah perayaan ulang tahun Ryan ke-70 tahun. Aku baru pulang dari stasiun kereta api di tengah hujan lebat. Sesampainya di depan pintu rumah, aku menemukan pintu rumah terkunci. Ketika mendengar suaraku, tetangga seberang rumah berkata dengan ekspresi bingung, "Tante Elita, kenapa Tante pulang? Om Ryan hari ini menikah, dia dan istrinya sekarang masih menginap di hotel!" Aku tertegun. 'Menikah?' Aku cerai dengan Ryan sebulan lalu. Namun, Ryan memberitahuku bahwa sahamnya rugi banyak dan memiliki utang. Agar tidak memengaruhiku, dia menceraikanku tanpa pisah rumah. Dengan dalih menghindari penagih utang, putraku mengantarku ke rumah lama dan memintaku tinggal di sana selama satu bulan. Ternyata sekarang Ryan sudah menikah lagi?