Jojo Lyric

Lydia McKenzie used to be just like any other normal, seventeen year high school girl, fretting over what to wear for school, struggling to get good grades and dealing with boy trouble, until one day, a dangerous incident at school and a severe brain injury, made her turn off her emotions completely. Three years later, she’s a complete robot who works with utmost efficiency without showing any emotions. But things start to change when she arrives at Rosewater University for higher studies. David Lyric Donovan is the quintessential bad boy of Rosewater. Be it getting into useless fights, getting arrested for beating someone to an inch of their life or any other crimes around campus, and not to mention going through girls like a person goes through their clothes, he’s done it all. He’s also a professional street fighter. Girls want to ‘fix’ him and guys want to be him. But nothing bothers him as much as the presence of the new girl, Lydia. She’s upfront and outspoken and she does not have the patience to deal with his , and moreover, she gets under his skin without even a slight change in her expression. Who is she and what’s in her past? He’s just as fascinated with her as he is annoyed. Can romance bloom between such a mismatched pair? And will Lydia ever let herself feel again, after what she’d endured?

Swara Amaya, akrab disapa Cuwa adalah seorang aktris yang dikenal tak hanya prestasi tapi juga sensasi. Menjalani perjodohan selama delapan tahun, hingga setahun usia pernikahan tak juga bisa meluluhkan hati sang suami yang ternyata sungguh ia harapkan segera menceraikannya. Jonathan Wirautama, dipanggil 'Jojo' oleh Cuwa, datang ke apartemen hadiah pernikahan dari kakek Jonathan untuk mengabarkan bahwa dia akan menceraikan wanita itu. Sedikit rasa bersalah terselip di hati Jonathan saat melihat Cuwa nampak kecewa dan putus asa. Seperti yang Jonathan tahu, Cuwa sangat mencintainya. Namun hari itu, tiba-tiba Jonathan bisa mendengar umpatan-umpatan dari kepala istri kecilnya yang ditujukan pada dirinya. Siapa sangka Cuwa justru merencanakan berpesta tujuh hari tujuh malam bersama pria-pria cantik dari agensinya apabila resmi jadi jandanya. Apa-apaan dia, pikir Jonathan merasa terhina. Kenyataan selama ini Cuwa ternyata hanya memasang topeng sandiwara, membuat Jonathan mengurungkan niat menceraikan Cuwa. Mendengar bisikan-bisikan dari kepala cantik Cuwa membuat Jonathan sedikit demi sedikit mulai memahami betapa Cuwa adalah wanita yang realistis tetapi tulus menyayangi ibu kandungnya. Ketika Jonathan mulai meletakkan hati pada Cuwa, alasan pria itu bisa mendengar dan membaca pikiran mulai diketahui Cuwa. Hingga Jonathan koma sampai berbulan-bulan karena sebuah insiden berdarah, membuat pria itu terjebak diantara kosong dan hampa. Memohon pada Sang Pencipta untuk diberi kesempatan mencintai dan memiliki Cuwa sekali lagi.

My back hit the cold wall of the Alpha’s packhouse, my breath hitched in my throat as the triplets closed in—Asher, Alaric, and Argent. Asher leaned in first, his mouth brushing against my ear. “Sign the contract, Alisha,” he growled. “You’re ours. Your body, soul, and every filthy little sound you make.” I swallowed hard as Alaric’s fingers traced a circle around my swollen areola in an infuriating slow-mo. “See, your body is already responding, stop pretending you don’t want to be ruined by us.” Argent stepped in last, his hand skimming under the hem of my dress. “You’re trembling, sweetheart. Not from fear… but from need. Say the word, and we’ll own every inch of you.” “And if I say no?” my voice was shaky as I bit down the moan crawling up my throat. The three of them exchanged glances and then turned to me. And like a rehearsed lyric, they all unisoned. “Then we make you beg on your knees. And we won’t stop until you forget your own name… just ours.” Asher grabbed my chin, tilting it up. “Last chance, sweetheart. Safe word or surrender.” My lips parted. “I surrender.” That was all they needed. Alaric was behind me instantly, lips on my neck, one hand wrapping around my waist, the other dragging the strap of my dress down torturously slow. “Good girl,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my skin. “You’re ours now.” •••••••• This is not just a love story. It’s survival. And it starts with rejection…