I Need A Pick-me-up

"Ad! Apa nama hubungan ini? Waktu pernah kasih kita kesempatan. Apa kita bisa miliki lagi?" Kedua mata kami saling menatap mencari jawaban. Kurvaku menurun. Begitulah aku memandang hidup yang ku jalani di akhir usia 20an. Di saat rencana tidak berjalan sesuai impian, apa aku masih memiliki mimpi tersisa? Tentang dia yang pernah berperan penting dalam hidupku, namun keasingan jadi pengganti keakraban antara aku dengannya. Jika aku bertemu lagi dengan Ad, apa aku harus menemuinya atau bersembunyi saja? karena sinarku sedang hilang, aku belum siap menampakkan sisi gelap dari masa lalu yang masih ku hindari. Perpisahan kala itu, membuatku ragu. Ada kisah antara kita yang belum tuntas. Apa mungkin itu tanda, untuk kembali memperjuangkan cinta atau lebih baik berhenti saja? Di masa belia kita kala itu, atau di masa kita terus bertumbuh, melewati berbagai fase hidup menjadi dewasa. Tentang aku dan Ad, apa sudah berakhir? Cinta ini akan bertumbuh dan menetap untuk dirinya ataukah dia?

Price Inn's billionaire restaurant owner Daniel, a self-proclaimed insomniac, finds himself in an unexpected and unnecessary squabble with his ex-girlfriend Serena Waldorf. Determined to unlock the monstrosity hidden behind Daniel's charming face, Serena challenges him, upholding her vow to tame her sleepless ex-boyfriend. What starts as a game turns into a love debate, reigniting the lost passion and love between them. As they navigate the dilemma of whether to reconcile or separate forever, the CEO and his pastry chef find themselves embarking on a path to unveil their poignant pasts while parenting an orphan, Nathan who becomes the key to healing their solitary hearts. 

I had a unique profession. I was a breakup specialist. I did not need to go to court or write any contracts for that. That was a lawyer’s job. Everyone kept saying that love was priceless, but a couple who professed their love to each other for an entire night could be paying me tons to break their relationship up the following day. I was shaking my head upon those matters when I received a message from my husband, Matthew Grant, asking me to pick our wedding anniversary’s destination. A few seconds after that, a beautiful woman walked into my office. She appeared timid and had to take a lot of time to summon the courage to speak. “I’d like to hire your services for my boyfriend. He has decided to divorce his wife.” I made no comment as I picked up the documents she had handed me, only to see Matthew’s name on the paper. I froze, while the woman sitting in front of me ducked her head and continued, “My boyfriend says that his wife is a good person and that he doesn’t want to hurt her.” I smiled as I stared at the picture; it clearly was Matthew, but I had the strange feeling of seeing a foreign person too. My heart throbbed, and I could only lament. This was my third year as a breakup specialist, and I was actually hired to break up my own relationship.

My husband and his beloved mistress died together in a car accident. They left me with a pair of illegitimate children. Eighteen years passed in a blur. I poured my heart and soul into raising those children until, at last, they earned admission to Corvell University, the country's top university. But on the very day they received their acceptance letters, my 'dead' husband returned. And beside him stood his mistress. She clutched my husband's arm and beamed at me. "Thanks to your tireless care, my two sons finally made it into Corvell. If not for you, the two of us wouldn't have been free to live so happily together all these years..." Later, my husband demanded a divorce. He wanted to marry his mistress and reunite their perfect little family of four. I didn't cry, nor did I rage. I only smiled and said, "Sure."

My family hates me for causing my brother's death. From then on, I become a child no one loves. Meanwhile, my cousin, Evelyn Green, who looks like my brother, becomes the apple of my parents' eyes. From the age of ten to 18, my days are a cycle of beatings and forced apologies. On my 18th birthday, Evelyn wears a gorgeous gown and basks in everyone's adoration, while I'm shoved around in a maid's uniform and hit like I'm not even human. In my darkest moment, Morgan Oakley, the mafia boss, saves me. He takes me home, and step by step, wins his way into my heart. Because of him, I learn what love can feel like. He treats me like a treasure and promises me forever. However, on the day we're supposed to register our marriage, he keeps me waiting for a whole day and night. He never shows up. As I'm about to leave, my phone starts buzzing. A text from Morgan pops up. "Jasmine, I'm sorry. I ran into an enemy and couldn't make it to the city hall. A storm's coming, so make sure you get home quick!" My heart clenches in panic. I'm about to text back and ask if he's okay when Evelyn's message comes right after his. "Jasmine, I'm the one he loves. He skipped marrying you today because of me. You must be devastated, right?" Then, she sends a video. In it, Morgan holds her gently, his voice soft as he comforts her. "Evie, don't cry. You once saved my life, so I'll do anything for you. If you don't want me to marry Jasmine, then I won't. I love you. I only took her in so I could keep her close. That way, she'd be right there when you needed blood." My parents were off to the side. They chimed in tenderly, "Don't cry, Evie. Morgan loves you. He only pursued Jasmine because of your condition. You have a coagulation disorder and need transfusions of Rh-negative blood whenever you get hurt." I stagger back when I hear that, dropping my phone to the ground. So, Morgan's sudden passion is laced with poison. He only pretends to love me just so he can turn me into Evelyn's walking blood bank! Everyone goes to so much trouble to hide the truth from me just so Evelyn doesn't need to suffer from her condition! Rain mixes with my tears as they slide down my face. I stare at my phone on the pavement as bitterness floods me. A thought forms—I want to leave them forever. I want to disappear so they'll never find me again.

When I was three months pregnant, my Don husband’s so-called step sister, Ruby, showed up at my door. Her swollen belly was impossible to miss, “Donna, since my due date is so close, I thought you should know… the Don’s heir is in my belly.” She laid everything in front of me—intimate photos of her and Caleb, records of the weekly money transfers he sent her, even the deed to a mansion. The earliest dates traced back to the time I lost our first baby, when the doctors told me it would be difficult for me to conceive again. All these years, I had been enduring IVF treatments, desperately trying to carry our child once more—while he was fooling around with his so-called step sister. Well, if Caleb wanted another woman so badly, he could have her. I had no intention of staying anyway. I was already planning my leave.

Calla Wynter is in for a ride and she doesn't even know it yet. 18 years old Calla Wynter thought rejecting her fated mate would free her. Instead, it trapped her in a dorm room with three wolves, each one tied to her past and her secrets. Three irresistible boys that are all attracted to her, three irresistible boys that she can't decide between. Especially when each of them makes her heart beat faster, and throws her wolf into a frenzy. When a professor’s murder exposes a curse linked to her rejection, she’s forced to fake-date the mate she swore off to save the academy… and maybe her own heart.

Noel had a great life, or so she thought. She had followed all the rules that a woman is suppose to. She got married, she had children, and she was a dutiful wife. One fateful day will change her life dramatically, and end the love story that was her life. Lost and alone, Noel must learn how to navigate the world of love all over again. Finding her way through the fast paced world of dating, and failed relationships will she ever find love again?Wrong Way Up is a story about the modern dating world, and navigating relationships. Follow Noel as she learns about the new rules for her world. Dealing with abusive relationships, treacherous friends, and breaking the values she was taught as a child. Will she find a way to fly again, or will she choose to end it all?

Alizah Iris, a jolly-natured girl, just as her name suggests. She has always been enlivened and filled with bright colors. Her ambitions were as simple, to give her father a good life who was indebted in the weightage of huge loans. But one could not blame his father for it, every money he owed to people was well invested by him in Alizah's education. She was one determined girl but her academics were as poor as her financial status. When every teenager of her age was having a perfect teenage life with dates, parties, and high school, she was busy living a dual life when she enters 'Avalon High School'. She had a part-time job to attend and so tells the reason for her poor academic, she could barely give time to studying after dealing with 2-3 jobs per day. Avalon High wasn't meant for her, it was meant for the elite class students who belonged to rich families. Well, Alizah was given admission under scholarship by her god guardians, Mr. and Mrs. Bradford, who owned a well-known company in London. They were one of the creditors of Alizah's father. They were kind people who believed in charity. Everything goes fine, but could the silence before the storm ever be called peaceful? Like that, not everything that was coming Alizah's way was for her good. He was a hipster and a badass guy. Ronan Morris, the richest heir in Avalon High. He was like a rock who could not be melted no matter what. The stars crossed and so did their paths. He was a psychopath who only knew to play mind games and when he realized Alizah was easy to be targeted, that day Alizah's fate was cursed because no one wants to be the target of Ronan Morris.

On my twentieth birthday, my father asked me to draw from a box of straws. It was to pick a husband between William Smith and Austin Smith to inherit North Town. The short straw represented Austin, while the long straw represented William. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get the long straw. However, I was certain that I did not want to marry Austin. I drew straws for three years, but it was to no avail. I had no choice but to tamper with the straws to marry William as I wished. However, ten years into our marriage, he was no longer gentle and kind. He had turned into a really cold person. He neither returned home nor touched me. Even when I threatened him with a knife, he refused to talk to me. Despite feeling hurt, I was unwilling to let him go. That was until I watched him kick away the only medicine I had for my asthma while I was writhing on the floor. “I was the one who switched out the straws. There was no long straw, yet you forced me to marry you. Mandy died from a broken heart, so you should pay with your life.” When I opened my eyes again, I was holding a short straw. I calmly said, “Since it’s the short one, I choose Austin.”