Jonathan Good

Jonathan Christie yang dikenal tegas dan berani di setiap penanganan kasusnya, justru tertampar dengan sebuah kenyataan atas kematian sang kakak yang juga berprofesi sama dengannya. Ikhsan Dalimunthe tewas mengenaskan. Sekujur tubuhnya penuh sayatan pisau. Dihujani banyak peluru dan beberapa organ vitalnya dinyatakan hilang. Jonathan yang sudah banyak menangani kasus besar, justru harus dibungkam untuk menemukan sosok dalang di balik kematian kakak tercintanya. Akankah kehebatan Jonathan mengungkap banyak kejahatan akhirnya dapat mengungkap dalang dibalik kematian kakak tercintanya yang penuh misteri?

When a one-sided love turns the other way around. "I could never see you as a lover. I could not even imagine kissing you." - Jonathan Reed ~~~~ Laura has spent her whole life loving Jonathan Reed, the boy next door who became her best friend. But as they grew older, Jonathan turned into the heartthrob who dated anyone that caught his eye-everyone except her. When she finally confesses her feelings, Jonathan, being the promiscuous man he is, takes advantage of her vulnerability. Something happens between them, but the next day, he acts like it never occurred, treating her as the same "ordinary" friend she's always been. Crushed, Laura is left feeling used and broken. That night, staring at the night sky, she wishes she could stop loving him. A shooting star passes, but Laura bitterly laughs, believing wishes never come true. Or so she thought...

My father-in-law, George Lane, suffered from a brain aneurysm and fell onto the ground. The floor was covered in his blood. I calmly picked up a mop and wiped the floor clean. As his daughter-in-law, I gave up on saving him within the most critical time. In my last life, I was the first person who found out that George was injured. I immediately got an ambulance and sent him to the hospital. Before the surgery, the hospital required his immediate family member to sign off the consent form. However, when I asked my husband, Brian Lane to come to the hospital to sign that document, he thought that I was acting out of jealousy because he was spending time with his first-love. He thought I was making an excuse to get him home, so he refused to go to the hospital. In the end, George passed away as he did not receive the treatment on time. Brian did not manage to see George for the last time, and he blamed it all on me. He then hacked me to death. “It’s your fault! My dad was so old, and you didn’t take good care of him as a daughter-in-law! Since you’re not doing your part when he’s alive, then you should continue your duties as a daughter-in-law in hell!” When I opened my eyes, I found myself on the day when George died again.

Mom always said my entire life ran on luck. When I ranked first in my class, she said, "You just guessed really well." When I won a gold medal, she said, "The judges must've been blind." When I got into Westridge University, she told everyone, "This kid has no real ability, just good luck!" So on my first day of college, she tossed me a book of scratch cards. "Since your luck's so good anyway, might as well let it handle your living expenses too. "You get one book per semester. However much you scratch off is all you get. "And just so you can't come crying to me about being broke, I'm blocking you now. I'll add you back next semester." With that, she ignored every one of my desperate pleas and blocked me on every single platform. I wanted to cry but could not even manage tears. All I could do was scratch two cards every day. On good days, I would win 20 to 50 dollars. Most days, I won absolutely nothing. I survived by sneaking expired cookies out of my roommates' trash. By the last week of the semester, I had developed severe anemia. As I used every ounce of strength to scratch the final card, I laughed. Mom was right. My luck really was incredible.

On Valentine's Day, I suggest going to a restaurant to celebrate, but my boyfriend, Michael Nelson, refuses. He says impatiently, "Why should we celebrate some lousy holiday? I don't want to waste good money on it." He turns around and happily chats away on his phone, completely absorbed in the conversation. Then, I hear the system's notification going off in my head. "Congratulations. You have received 2,860 dollars." This means that Michael just transferred 1,430 dollars to his side chick. He doesn't know it yet, but I have a system. It's called the Infidelity Cashback System. Every time he spends money on his other woman, I get double the cashback in my bank account.

Seven years into her marriage, Maria was diagnosed with brain cancer. For her husband Richard and son Jonathan, she bet on a 50-50 percent chance of survival. Enter Eleanor, her husband's old flame and one true love. It was then that Maria realized the painful truth: her marriage to Richard was nothing but a scam. When Eleanor appeared, everything changed. Richard made her his secretary at work, while his best friend addressed her as Mrs. Shaw—a title that should belong to Maria. Even Jonathan came to believe that Eleanor would make a better mother. Maria gave up entirely. In a final act of despair, she severed all ties with Richard and Jonathan before vanishing into thin air. When Richard and Jonathan finally saw Maria's cancer diagnosis, they were filled with regret. They traced her overseas and groveled at her feet, begging for her forgiveness just so she would look their way—but she didn't spare them a glance. Who needs a heartless husband and an ungrateful son?

"I have Two Rules For You. One; Do Not Fall In Love With Me. Two; Never Forget Rule Number One!" *** Jonathan Black, a formidable mafia tycoon, finds himself ensnared in a personal hell. Scarred by a previous distraction that cost him the life of his own brother, he swore an oath to prevent history from repeating itself. But little did he know, fate had other plans in store. Desperate for redemption, Jonathan is confronted with an unthinkable proposition—a marriage to his late brother's widow, the alluring and mysterious Hazel. As they embark on this union, the lines between loyalty and love blur, igniting a tempestuous attraction that defies all reason. Bound by the levirate contract, Jonathan and Hazel try to resist the magnetic pull between them. Yet, like an unbreakable elastic band, their desires only grow stronger, threatening to shatter the delicate balance they have meticulously built. In this high-stakes game of passion, each touch, each stolen glance, becomes a dangerous step towards a perilous edge. But beware, for the consequences of letting go are dire. As Jonathan begs for absolution, he teeters on the precipice of a choice that could either lead to their ultimate salvation or plunge them into an abyss of irreversible destruction. Will they succumb to the intoxicating allure of their hate-love, risking everything they hold dear? Or will they find the strength to resist, knowing that the consequences could be devastating for both their souls? Can Jonathan Black find redemption and hold onto the woman he craves, or will his insatiable hunger for absolution condemn them both to an eternal torment?

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient target for a cruel poker-room bet. The stakes? A vintage motorcycle. The duration? Thirty days of manufactured affection. Now, the countdown is ticking. Between the silk sheets of Jonathan’s penthouse and the shadows of the St. Jude’s library, the line between the game and reality is blurring. Jonathan is the predator who accidentally caught himself in his own trap, growing addicted to the very light he’s destined to extinguish. Benjamin is the lamb who is slowly realizing the wolf isn't just at the door—he’s in his bed. When the moon turns red and the thirty days are up, the truth will do more than just break Benjamin's heart. It will shatter his soul. One month of sweetness. A lifetime of ruin. In the game of hearts, the house always wins... and Jonathan Hayes never plays fair.

Sated from their passionate deed, Jonathan Sheffield rises and gently scoops the worn-out Eloise Carter into his arms. He cleans her in the bathroom, carries her back to bed, and lets her settle in. Normally, Eloise will have fallen asleep by now. But she won't allow herself to doze off tonight, not before she takes out the birthday present she's carefully prepared for Jonathan. Jonathan is making a phone call out on the balcony when Eloise quietly takes out the present she has hidden. It's a red velvet box, containing the ring she plans to give him when she proposes. She inches closer to the balcony and is about to speak when she freezes. A shocked, male voice rings out from the other end of Jonathan's phone, which he's casually left on the balcony ledge. "What the hell? You must be out of your mind, Jonathan! You're planning to take Eloise's heart and give it to Sonia?"

I was reborn before I signed up for a scientific expedition tour to the South Pole. My boyfriend’s adopted younger sister used a system to forcefully exchange my physical senses with hers. She deliberately went out to do something good on a day with a temperature of 107.6 °F, like delivering water to the outdoor workers. On the other hand, I got so hot in a 60.8 °F air-conditioned room that I fainted from heat stroke. I begged Wendy Little to stop, but she feigned innocence. “You must make a good excuse if you want to lie like that!” Max Little sounded disdainful. “How selfish! You’re quite lucky to enjoy yourself in air-conditioned rooms every day. You can’t tolerate Wendy doing something kind.” Wendy took her time and basked in the sun for a month outside. People took photos of her and put them on the internet. Countless netizens were moved by her. But I died from heat stroke in an air-conditioned room. Nobody even found my corpse. If that was how it was, I wanted her to enjoy the coolness of -184 °F in the South Pole.