Koo Ye-jin

After arguing with my husband, Percy Egan, over our intimacy incompatibility, I decide to stay over at Katie Langdon, my best friend's house for the night. Unexpectedly, Katie's husband, Stefan Foley, has returned from his business trip on the same day. Having mistaken me for Katie, he crawls over my prone body instantly and begins groping me everywhere. Strong waves of pleasure as well as Stefan's scent attack me from all sides. Dizzy from the sensations, I find myself panicking because of how abruptly these powerful yet foreign feelings are overwhelming me. Meanwhile, Stefan's huge member keeps wedging against me. It makes me feel as though it can kill me just by penetrating me. For the first time ever, my body trembles in a mixture of fright and anticipation.

Kisah manis ini bermula ketika takdir telah mantap melilitkan benang jodoh di antara dua anak adam yang masih sama-sama menyimpan luka menganga di hati, Aksara Ranggawuni dan Dewi Rimbu. Namun dengan sekuat tenaga keduanya mencoba memotong lilitan benang itu, karena goresan luka masa lalu yang masih belum mengering, masih terpatri jelas di ingatan, dan masih mengejar hingga alam mimpi. Meski terus menampik, mengacuhkan, dan mengelabui hati masing-masing, kejadian tak terduga yang terus membuat mereka kembali mengingat hutang balas budi malah kian mengeratkan benang jodoh itu. Akankah Aksara dan Rimbu bisa berdamai dengan masa lalunya dan membuka hati? Atau terus terjebak dalam kubangan lumpur masa lalu yang kian hari kian terasa mencekik? Masih adakah harapan untuk kembali mencintai bagi mereka-mereka yang telah mati rasa?

Ketika pria ini muncul --- Satu kata : Mendominasi! Dua kata : Tak terkalahkan! Tiga kata : Calon suami idaman! Saudaraku, ini adalah kisah tentang seorang pria yang mengolah Seni Ilahi. Dia mengejar kekuatan untuk menantang para dewa, menjadi penguasa di seluruh alam semesta! Namun, ada satu hal yang tidak dia sadari .... "Sejak kapan aku menguasai dunia? Bukankah aku hanya bersenang-senang selama ini?" Di Tian menggaruk kepalanya yang tidak gatal. Dia kebingungan.

Buku ini juga dikenal dengan judul "The Rustling Autumn Breeze Knows My Heart". Untuk dapat menyelamatkan nyawa ibunya 5 tahun yang lalu, Sally Jacob pergi kepada seorang pria dan memutuskan untuk tak akan pernah melihat anaknya setelah proses persalinan. Lima tahun kemudian, seorang anak yang menggemaskan merengek-rengek meminta ciuman sayang, pelukan dan tidur dengannya. Sally Jacob memberikan apapun yang diminta anak laki-laki mungil ini dengan senang hati.

Jake was the last werewolf surviving, he could not forget the moment the whole family was murdered. Amy was originally a human being, but was cursed by a werewolf, she had to fight to hide her identity. The meeting between werewolf Jake and Amy was determined to be painful. Amy loved Jake, but Jake always plotted to take revenge on her, hurting her. Because Amy's grandfather used to kill the Jake family. Love and hate alternating makes Jake and Amy always live in suffering and no happiness. In the end, will love overcome hatred?

I accidentally stumbled upon numerous explicit videos on my husband's computer while tidying up his desk. The videos showed him in bed with my unmarried best friend. The relationship between my husband and me had been platonic ever since I gave birth 40 years ago. His reason was that he was no longer capable of physical intimacy. Now, it felt like my entire life had been a sham, despite all my efforts for my family.

After my natural delivery, I was diagnosed with pelvic relaxation that left me with almost no muscle tone down there. My husband, whose size was completely mismatched with my condition, refused to sleep with me anymore. When my father-in-law found out, he cornered me in the bathroom with a dark, knowing look. He confessed to suffering from acromegaly and suggested we might be a perfect physical match.

I'm a campus belle who's addicted to carnal pleasures. The frequent triggers caused by my addiction have heavily affected my and Michael Buckley, my boyfriend's lives and studies. Left without a choice, Michael and I can only head over to the campus clinic to undergo treatment that helps me cut down on my addiction. The one administering treatment to me happens to be a well-built doctor. The way he treats me shocks me to no end. Later on, he straps me to the examination table. I'm so frightened that I keep begging him to release me with tears running down my cheeks. But he responds by lifting my legs roughly.

I get undressed and hide in my husband's dorm at work to surprise him. Yet it backfires on me—instead of my husband coming, his three colleagues are the ones who show up. They're thoroughly aroused by my lingerie and have their way with the cooking lady on the kitchen counter. It's such a raunchy scene that desire burns within me. I pleasure myself while watching them but accidentally moan out loud. The men turn to look at the closet where I'm hiding…

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her baby growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony, left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast. Teeth chattering, I shivered as I watched the door like a dog, waiting to be let in. Then I saw him. Our boy, Ethan Bailey. Six years old. My son, at least in name. He came running with an umbrella in his hand. For a second, my heart leapt. 'Maybe, just maybe…' But he didn't even look at me. Just walked past in silence and handed the umbrella to the nanny heading out. Right then and there, something inside me cracked. I knew it was time to go.