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My name is Christian Thompson, and once upon a time, I was the best striker in European football. That was until he came along—Ashford Ryder, young and carefree, 10 years my junior and the new shining star. I hate him. At least that's what I tell myself. Not just because he's taken my spot, but because he's everything I've struggled all my life to be, and not to be. He's vibrant, he's happy, and the worst of all, he's openly gay. I'm not homophobic, quite the opposite—I've lived in the closet all my life. All my life, I've had to hide who I am to please the people around me. European football hasn't always been this accepting of gay men, and I'd squeezed myself into a box to fit in with what they wanted of me. It isn’t that hard when you think about my family who'd rather disown me than have an openly gay son. So imagine how I feel when the world decides to be more accommodating to people like Ashford Ryder when they shoved me in a box. It's not so easy to hate the happy-go-lucky striker, when he does everything to get close to me, despite my insistent hatred for him. He's like a thorn in my side—a hot, sexy, blonde, 5ft9 thorn I can't stop thinking about. But when one day I lose my cool around the popular striker and land myself in bad press, I end up needing his help. It's supposed to be easy. Spend some time with Ashford Ryder, and show our fans that we can work together—it's what I need to do to save my career. But no one tells you how hard it is to hate someone you spend every waking hour dreaming about.

After seven years together, they were finally about to get married. He said he wanted to marry her, yet on the eve of their wedding, he cheated. Chloe Spencer never imagined she’d end up living one of those viral heartbreak stories—where a man swears he loves you, but his heart is already somewhere else. He told that other woman she was more than just a fling. He promised Chloe love, yet time and again, he chose that woman over her. So she made her choice. If that was love, she didn’t want it anymore. The wedding was off. And as for him… She didn’t want him either. But what she couldn’t understand was this: he was the one who cheated, so why was he the one crying when she walked away?

Pada malam perayaan ulang tahun pernikahan kami yang pertama, aku tergeletak di atas karpet merah darah, hampir tak bernyawa. Suamiku, Mason, seorang bos mafia, justru merangkul teman masa kecilnya, Yani, sambil menikmati sampanye dan bercakap dengan gembira. Yani tahu aku alergi wijen. Jadi dia membuat setiap hidangan malam ini disiram saus wijen. Aku baru menggigit satu suap. Tenggorokanku langsung membengkak, paru-paruku seperti terbakar, dan ruam merah menjalar di kulitku. Di ambang sesak napas, aku mengerahkan seluruh tenagaku untuk meraih obat alergi di dalam sakuku. Tapi obat itu meleleh, lengket di telapak tanganku. Obatku ternyata telah ditukar menjadi kacang cokelat M&M! Melihat ekspresiku yang tak percaya, Yani tertawa. "Kejutan! Aku sengaja menyuruh Mason mengganti obatmu." "Kita semua tahu kamu cuma pura-pura alergi. Siapa sih yang cuma makan sedikit wijen saja langsung pingsan? Lebay banget." Aku terjatuh dari kursi, berbaring di lantai sambil susah payah bernapas. Di telingaku terdengar suara orang-orang lain yang sedang bertaruh berapa lama aku akan ‘berakting’ kali ini. "Mason… berikan obatku…" Aku memohon dengan suara parau. "Kumohon… aku benar-benar akan mati…" Dia menghela napas. "Drama banget. Kalian perempuan bisa nggak sih berhenti pakai kata ‘mati’ buat mengancam laki-laki? Apa aku belum cukup mencintaimu?" "Yani benar. Selama aku nggak peduli, kamu sendiri yang akan berhenti dengan akting murahan ini." Saat itu, hatiku terasa lebih sakit daripada tenggorokanku. Aku tak lagi menjelaskan apa pun. Dengan tangan gemetar, aku mengirim sinyal permintaan bantuan kepada keluargaku.

My name is Caleb Greyson, I’m eighteen, unwanted by my parents, unwanted by God, abandoned by the only boy I ever loved—traded out like garbage for my mother’s sister.So if you’re looking for a happy love story, you will be disappointed.The university of Delaware would save me, or that’s what I thought, somewhere I could forget who I used to be.The old red buildings, beautiful towering trees, sunlight reflecting on ancient stones, everything looked perfect from the outside. Who knew pretty things could have sharp teeth?Now I’m trapped in a cracked room, with Lukas Carter, a closeted, arrogant and angry hockey player, deep in denial for a roommate.Then Tony, sweet, lonely Tony, who built his life around Lukas, gave up his whole future just to be close to Lukas. Standing in the same place for years, just waiting to be wanted.I didn’t want to get close, didn’t want to care. But we’re all slaves to loneliness. Now I’m drowning in secrets, addictions, and the wreckage of boys who only know ruin, need and the ugly parts of wanting too much from people who never promised anything.And Tyler Brown? I don’t want to talk about him.

"Mo*n louder, Raphael—let the whole palace hear who you belong to." "I hate you. *h—Xavier!" "If you hate me, then why are you drip*i*g all over my c*ck, little prince?" He’s my stepbrother. My enemy. The man I swore to ruin. I wear my pride like armor, and my hatred like a crown. He killed my mother. Stole my dreams. Took the throne I was born for. And yet, on the night I was to marry another… Xavier found me drugged and trembling—and buried himself so deep inside me, I shattered. "You were supposed to belong to him," he growled, thrusting until I sobbed, "but this h*le was made for me." I clawed at his back, cursed him, begged for more. My body? A traitor. "H*rd*r… F*ck, Xavier—d**per—" "You’ll ta*e every inch and thank me." I lied. Told the world he r***d me. Watched the king whip him bloody. It hurt to see. But revenge tasted sweeter. Later, I seduced his enemy. Let another man put a baby inside me—just to break him. But Xavier—cold, ruthless, and proud—still shields me from the shadows, even as he spits hate. And when he f*cks me, it’s war. "You want my hate?" he snarled, balls slapping against me, "Then take it. Take every inch until you forget how to lie." We are poison—dripping obsession, burning pride. And we’ll burn down heaven if it means one more night like this.

Un couple cynique a profité d’elle, sa relation amoureuse pendant cinq ans a été méprisée, que devrait-elle faire?Sonia a ricané, que pouvait-elle faire ? Tout ce qui lui a été pris devait lui être rendu, ce n’était pas de grandes choses, c’était juste une vengeance sur les méchants !Un homme l’a embrassée doucement : « Ma chérie, les méchants ont-ils encore besoin d’être maltraités ? Il faut que nous les écrasons avec le pied, c’est mieux que je te donne un rouleau, tu pourrais les écraser comme tu veux. »Sonia : « ... »Désormais, elle serait chargée de maltraiter les méchants, et il l’aiderait...

Aku terkejut dengan ratusan transaksi di M-banking Suamiku tiap harinya. Anehnya ada percakapan di sana, lewat pesan opsional yang bernada mesra. Luar biasa, seseorang harus se-effort ini untuk bisa terhubung. Sekali transaksi minimal sepuluh ribu, bagaimana kalau ratusan kali mengirim pesan, apakah berselingkuh harus sesulit itu?

Acid rain. Blizzards. Scorching heat and bone-chilling cold. Swarms of insects. Mutants. She had survived ten long years alone in the apocalypse, only to be betrayed and bled to death. But this time, she was back. Reborn with vengeance in her veins, she stocked up on supplies and raised an army of mutant dogs. She bought all kinds of things, including fried chicken, ramen, cola, and chips. If the world was going to end, she was determined to enjoy it in style. But... something about her pocket dimension upgrade seemed a little off. Why did the [Trash Processor] turn garbage into random supplies? The [Affection Ranch] usually changed animals based on her mood—wait, was that... an elephant? And her [Happy Garden] was supposed to grow crops, so why had it just sprouted a generator? When doomsday finally came, she was petting her massive dog with one hand, holding an ice cream in the other, and resting her feet on a massage device the pocket dimension had just spit out. Apocalypse or not, she lived with flair.

Pertemuan kali pertama Jhon dengan Aleta telah menumbuhkan benih-benih cinta di hati pria itu. Namun karena jarak dan usia, mereka akhirnya terpisah hingga bertahun-tahun kemudian Jhon mencari dirinya ke seberang negara. Walaupun akhirnya berhasil menemukan Aleta sekaligus menarik perhatiannya, tetapi Aleta tidak semudah itu didapat terlebih dia adalah psikopat berdarah Mafia terbesar di Moskow.

Mira, Sera, dan Lia, ketiga gadis cantik yang baru saja lulus dari bangku kuliah dan telah diwisuda di sebuah universitas ternama di Jakarta. Ingin merayakan kelulusan mereka dengan bertualang di laut. Ketiganya telah menyewa sebuah kapal kecil untuk membawa mereka berkeliling perairan laut mengarungi samudera biru. Namun disaat ketiganya sedang asyik berlayar dan menikmati keindahan lautan di perairan Indonesia. Tiba-tiba saja cuaca yang tadinya cerah seketika menjadi gelap. Angin kencang mulai memainkan perannya. Gelombang laut pun mulai pasang. Sekoci kapal yang mereka sewa juga rusak. Yang membuat kapal mereka terombang-ambing di lautan luas. Setelah beberapa hari melayang-layang di atas lautan biru, ternyata ada kapal lain yang juga mengalami nasib yang sama dengan mereka. Di dalam kapal itu ada tiga orang pria bernama Edu, Hezki, dan Ronald. Kondisi kapal Lia, Mira, dan Sera telah bocor karena terkena batu karang yang keras. Membuat mereka harus pindah ke atas kapal yang ada tiga orang pria tadi. Beruntungnya, kehadiran ketiga gadis itu disambut baik oleh para pria tersebut. Akankah keenam orang itu dapat selamat dari amukan lautan bebas itu? Dapatkah mereka bertahan hidup selama berada di atas samudera yang luas? Mungkinkah mereka akan menemukan daratan? Ataukah kapal mereka akan tenggelam? Plagiarisme melanggar undang-undang hak cipta nomor 28 tahun 2014.