Kira Dress

Enam tahun sudah Diwana dihantui sosok gadis bergaun biru dalam mimpinya. Mimpi misterius yang selalu hadir dengan alunan gemerincing lonceng dan bau harum semerbak memabukkan. Perempuan dalam mimpinya tak pernah bisa ia ajak bicara, karena tercipta aturan-aturan magis yang membuatnya terbangun begitu ia bersuara atau hanya sekadar menyentuh gadis itu. Diwana kira semua itu hanya delusi, atau kegilaannya semata. Hingga suatu hari, dunianya seakan berhenti berotasi saat ia bertemu seseorang yang memiliki wajah sama persis dengan gadis bergaun biru dalam mimpinya. Kini birunya tak lagi sekadar ilusi gila sang pecandu, tapi ia benar-benar hidup dan bahkan bernafas direngkuhnya. Dia, perempuan dengan sejuta rahasia yang berhasil menemukan takdir hidup Diwana satu per satu, bernama Nilakandi.

"Gemma, we agreed on ten years. That time is up now. I'd like to leave with Kira." "You know he never liked her," she added quietly. In the quiet of the coffee house, Josie Carr spoke with a bitter expression. She had lived with Graham Holloway for ten years—ten long years, and still, she hadn't managed to thaw his heart. It wasn't love that brought them a child—it was a night of drunken confusion. He'd pushed her onto the bed, dazed and careless, and Kira came from that. Afterward, he gave her a villa and agreed to let her keep the baby. His only condition was simple: the child must never call him father. Publicly, Graham remained a single man. "I will never marry you. Don't hold out hope. "I'll pay child support, but don't expect me to acknowledge her. That child doesn't exist to me."

“Sometimes the devil doesn’t come to destroy you—he comes to finish what love couldn’t.” --- I saw a woman at the ballroom. Average height, stunning, sexy rose lips, black wavy hair, eyes sharp as spear, solid black heel higher than a new pencil. A long indigo dress that reminds you of the sea – my favourite. Then the v-cut from the foot of the dress to the damn hip. Crazy black designs all over. But now one thing is missing— her mask. I, Rafael Goldman, am known for having everything I want, no matter what it is, and getting the sweetheart of late Eric McCoy would be a thing worth my while... Especially if this particular person is exactly like my miha. --- LATER I held my balance on Preston; his thrusts punched the air from my lungs, another made my vision spark white. I screamed his name into the steam, my hair soaked, water dancing off my eyelashes. He fucked me like atonement, like penance, like the only god he believed in lived between my thighs. He groaned against my throat and it sent shivers down my spine. I saw his pupils in mine, holding the gaze steady. He cupped my cheek and gave me an aggressive kiss before I broke it, forcing his head to my neck. He kissed my throat, teeth scraping the pulse that was trying to kill me. I laughed softly, ragged and vicious, and bit his lip until I tasted blood. That particular finger staggered back to my cunt again and forced its way into my pussy while his dick was still inside, grinding me. Suddenly his left hand came over my mouth, cupping it firm, blocking my screams. --- Content Trigger Warning !! Contains BDSM, violence, sex, strong language, misogyny which may upset some viewers... ---

Sebuah kebetulan membuat aku mengetahui rahasia suamiku. Ternyata setiap sudut rumah penuh dengan CCTV tersembunyi. Aku tidak mengungkapkan hal itu, hanya pura-pura tidak tahu. Suatu hari, aku bersembunyi di lemari, dia kira aku kabur dari rumah, tak disangka tindakan ini membuatku tahu kalau dia sedang melakukan hal mesra dengan kekasihnya, lalu terdengar suamiku berkata, "Lebih cepat, pengobatannya akan segera selesai." Wanita itu malah berkata, "Tak usah takut, dia hanya orang buta." Suamiku memarahinya, "Kamu nggak ada hak mengatainya, dia adalah istriku, kalau kamu berani kurang ajar lagi, keluar saja dari sini." Suamiku tidak tahu kalau aku sudah sembuh, bahkan sudah seperti orang normal. Setelah aku keluar dari lemari, aku menelepon kakakku dengan sedih, "Kak, aku setuju keluar negeri."

Hati Valerie hancur ketika kekasihnya berselingkuh. Dalam keputusasaan, ia menghabiskan malam bersama pria asing yang ia kira gigolo—sekadar pelarian dari sakit yang ia rasakan. Di pagi harinya, Valerie meninggalkan uang dan pergi, yakin mereka takkan pernah bertemu lagi. Namun, takdir punya rencana berbeda. Pada hari pertamanya sebagai sekretaris baru, Valerie terkejut saat mengetahui bahwa pria misterius itu adalah presiden direktur sekaligus atasannya. Aldrich Daylon Hugo. Dengan senyum penuh rahasia, sang presdir menuntut "ganti rugi" atas malam itu, menjebaknya dalam permainan penuh godaan dan tantangan yang sulit ditolak. Kini, Valerie terperangkap di antara kesalahpahaman, ketegangan, dan ketertarikan yang tak bisa ia hindari. Mampukah ia bertahan, atau akankah ia jatuh dalam permainan yang berisiko menghancurkan hatinya?

Hidup sebatang kara, Dania harus menghadapi pengkhianatan dan niat buruk orang-orang yang ingin menguasai harta warisan kedua orang tuanya. Dalam rasa kalut dan takut, Dania dipertemukan dengan Sangga, sosok yang mengaku sebagai teman baik sang mama. Dengan rayuan akan memberikan perlindungan, Sangga mampu membuat Dania menerima lamarannya. Meskipun berbeda usia dan menikah tanpa cinta, tetapi rasa aman dan nyaman yang dia dapatkan bersama Sangga mampu membuat rasa cinta tumbuh subur di hati Dania. Hingga hadir berbagai bukti kedekatan Sangga dengan sang mama di masa lalu, yang menunjukkan jika sang mama memiliki hubungan spesial dengan lelaki yang kini telah bergelar suami. *** "Aku kira kupingku salah dengar, tapi ternyata memang benar nama mamaku yang kau sebut malam itu."

Colter Giordano, my fiancé of six years, heir to the Giordano family, took a bullet for a dancer named Mia. He didn't take one for me. A bullet tore through my shoulder. Blood bloomed across my dress, hot and sticky. But my heart hurt worse. He asked if I was okay. Just once. Then he rushed Mia to the hospital, leaving me bleeding on the floor. The next day, Mia's picture popped up on my Instagram feed. There she was, in a luxury hospital suite. Colter was fussing over a scratch on her arm that was barely there. The caption was just two words: "My Hero." I liked the post. Then I made an encrypted call. "The Falcone family's offer," I said. "I'm taking it. Get me on a plane to Sicily. Three days."

Michelle sat in silence in the corner of the room, covered in wounds. Her white dress had now turned red as blood. Her hands held the part that squeezed between her groin, a pain she could not endure after serving her master's lust as a slave girl. The life of that nineteen-year-old girl truly felt like hell. Until Damien, a noble-class vampire, a ruler known to be very cruel and respected, comes and saves her. But instead of getting a worse life, Michelle is treated more nobly than a princess. What is the true identity of the noble-class vampire with the title 'Sir Damien Blackheart'? Why could he be so kind to Michelle, a human slave who was even considered the lowest slave among the other slaves? And what secret is Damien keeping that the other vampire nobles don't know?

At Ryder Quinn’s kindergarten parent-child sports day, I expected my husband, Michael Quinn, to be away on a business trip. Instead, I found Michael on stage, dressed in a ballet tutu, dancing as one of the "little swans" in the fathers’ performance. I had barely taken a step forward when a little girl in a floral dress darted into his arms, calling out to him in the sweetest voice, "Daddy!" There they stood: Michael, his assistant, Janine Carter, and her daughter—all in matching family outfits. The moment our eyes met, Michael quickly pulled away from her, fumbling for an excuse. "Janine’s a single mom. It isn’t easy for her. I was just helping out." I smiled, cold and steady, and handed him the divorce papers. "Then, do me a favor too, Michael. Stop wasting my youth."

Dallas wishes she could travel back in time. She would prevent her six year old self from wandering into the forest and keep her from finding Lucy. Unfortunately, she did wander off and she did find Lucy. From that very first day, Lucy takes or gets what belongs to Dallas. Her favorite doll, the last gift from her Mother. Her dress for the Scarlet Ball, she bought with money she had earned herself. Her Mother's necklace, a family heirloom. Dallas has put up with all of it, because everyone keeps reminding her of the fact that Lucy has no one and nothing. Dallas swears revenge on the day she finds her Mate in bed with Lucy. Shadow Valley Pack will regret pushing Dallas aside for Lucy.