Kyoto Teramachi Sanjou No Holmes

Anindya Vannisa Putri, adalah seorang mahasiswi yang mendapatkan kesempatan untuk kuliah di Universitas Kyoto, Jepang. Ia mengambil kuliah di Universitas di Surabaya jurusan Bahasa Jepang. Senangnya hati Nindy, panggilan gadis remaja itu yang berbinar-binar saat membaca pengumuman bahwa ia lolos menjadi mahasiswi pertukaran ke Jepang. Nindy yang sejak kecil bermimpi pergi ke Jepang, karena ibunya adalah seorang novelis yang sering menceritakan tentang negeri matahari itu. Berkat doa dari sang ibu, ada jalan menuju kesana. Dari ia mengambil kuliah jurusan sastra Jepang, kemudian mendaftarkan diri secara acak dimana para peserta wajib mengikuti ujian. Berhasillah Nindy lolos masuk tiga besar. Singkat cerita, Nindy bersama dengan seorang teman lainnya pergi ke Kyoto-Jepang. Di sana ia tinggal di dalam sebuah dorm atau apartemen kecil khusus untuk mahasiswa pertukaran. Mempelajari berbagai macam budaya Jepang dan keunikan-keunikan lainnya, membuat Nindy selalu tak lupa membawa kamera dan dipost melalui jejaring sosial facebooknya. Agar ibu Nindy juga bisa memantau aktivitas anaknya tersebut. Hingga pada suatu hari, ketika bulan demi bulan berlalu. Ia berkenalan dengan seorang laki-laki yang kuliah di Universitas Seika. Tetapi berbeda jurusan, ia mengambil jurusan ilustrator komik. Namanya Takuya. Seorang pemuda berumur 23 tahun dan bekerja di toko boneka. Dari perkenalan itu, berbincang-bincang mengenai dunia komik yang ternyata adalah kesukaan Nindy juga. Di sana mereka bertemu, di sana pula mereka harus berpisah. Ketika waktu memisahkan jarak mereka, dan keharusan Nindy yang wajib pulang ke Indonesia oleh sebab hanya mendapatkan jatah 1 tahun. Pada saat terakhir mereka bertemu, Nindy berkata bahwa ia mencintai Takuya. Begitupun ternyata Takuya juga mencintai Nindy dan memberikan kecupan terakhir di pipi Nindy. Sebelum Nindy kembali ke Indonesia, Takuya mengajak gadis itu berkeliling Kyoto dan mengabadikan momen-momen mereka. Takuya berjanji pada Nindy setelah kuliahnya rampung, ia akan menyusul Nindy ke Indonesia, dan tinggal di kota Bali. Menjadi guru ilustrator komik disana.

"Noooooooooooooo!" With a loud shrieking voice. "Stopppp! Not again, not even here". Sobbing, trying to get a grip of what had happened, again. Her body vibrates violently, with her hands shaking and moving like they have a mind of their own. Her glowing eye is so noticeable even with the dark shades on. Her body violently jerked, spilling the hot pasta and orange juice all over the dining table and her denim shirt, while she tried her best to keep calm and behave as if everything was fine. A secret only her mum used to know about has grown wings and flown out, in the cafeteria!. "Hell no, I have to do something." She whispered to herself. But sadly, there was nothing to be done. The damage had been done already. Anxiously, she picked her backpack and brought out her journal, and placed it on the messed-up dining table. She could hear some of the students calling her a freak, and as usual, all looking at her in disgust. Her heart sinks every time that happens, knowing she's going to be the talk of the school, and she hated that. She hated all of it, and self-flagellation was as tempting as the garden of Eden. She just wished she could just disappear from the surface of the earth. Then suddenly, The bell rang, lunchtime was over. "Finally," She muttered, with a deep sigh. Yes, she is a PSYCHIC, and she's 16. She is a psychic who has another being in her. She had five friends, each with a secret to keep. they had to team up to solve the mysterious Homicide going on in their peaceful town, and in the process, they learnt each other secrets and the town's history. Will they be able to solve the mystery?

Kimura Nareswari, gadis keturunan Indonesia-Jepang yang tinggal di Kyoto, menikah dengan Mizobata Sho,pria yang tak dicintainya melalui sebuah perjodohan. Keduanya pun sepakat menjalani pernikahan tersebut, namun dengan perjanjian. Banyak kisah absurd terjadi dalam rumah tangga "bohong-bohongan" ala keduanya. Lantas sampai kapan mereka mampu bertahan dalam pernikahan bohong-bohongan tersebut? Ataukah hingga akhirnya perceraian yang menjadi jalan keluarnya?

I chase my six-year-old daughter out of the house on a cold winter day. I cut her new clothes to pieces and dirty her dainty little face with mud. Then, I give her all my savings. She looks at me tearfully and reaches out for me, wanting me to hold her. However, I harden my heart and push her away, saying, "Leave! Go to Bowen Group and look for their CEO, Logan Bowen. Show him my death certificate and your DNA test—he'll take you in." She sobs while looking at me. "Don't you want me anymore, Mommy? Let's go look for Daddy together." After a brief silence, I say, "I can't go with you. I lied to him back then to have you." Yes, I'm a liar. I orchestrated everything from meeting Logan, dating him, to ultimately leaving him with his child in my womb. Even the death certificate I've given my daughter is fake. From beginning to end, I've lied to him about everything except our daughter.

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

Fedora Smith was done with love. Finished. Buried. Betrayal had ripped out her heart and torched it—her boyfriend of four years and her best friend of twenty-five caught pants down on the very anniversary sheets she gifted him. And their excuses? “You’re not attractive anymore.” “You took too long to marry him.” Fine. If love was a game, she was rewriting the rules. Now, she runs The Bridal Fix, an elite agency providing fake marriages for a steep price—rent-a-bride services for men needing to fool their families, secure an inheritance, or stage the perfect breakup. Fifteen weddings, fifteen divorces—no strings, no mess. Just business. Until Judah Carlstone. He hires her like the rest—one contract, one wedding, one payday. But Judah asks too many questions. Looks at her too long. And when he smirks and says— "Tell me, Fedora… how does it feel to say ‘I do’ and not mean it?" For the first time in years, she has no answer. Because this was never supposed to feel real.

Two years after we marry, my husband moves his sister and her family into our marital home. The four of them settle down and refuse to leave. So, I quit both my jobs. I laze around at home all day and splurge on various things. I have so many parcels delivered that they pile up by the door. Occasionally, I ask my husband and his sister for allowance. When the management office sends someone to chase for our maintenance fee, my husband breaks down so loudly that everyone in the building can hear him. He asks me whether I've lost my mind—who will support the family if I don't work? How will we survive without money? Am I going to allow our family to starve? So, it turns out he does know that we'll starve without anyone generating income. Why does he and his sister stay at home and plot to take away all my money, then?

Cold and proud to all, Beamon Slade, Northarch's strongest Alpha, reserves his gentleness solely for me. Everyone knows that I'm his Luna. But today, his first love is infected with deadly wolfsbane and on the brink of death. He hands me a herbal pill that can seal memories and temporarily remove the mate mark. "Eiro won't last another three days, Swan. "Could you give me three days to fulfill her dream of becoming a Luna through a symbolic marking ceremony? I won't hurt you. This pill temporarily severs the bond and makes you forget me. "When the ceremony ends three days later, take the antidote and you'll remember everything. We'll get back together." Looking at his calm, gentle expression, I silently swallow the pill without hesitation. He has no idea, but I crafted the pill with my own hands. There's no such thing as an antidote. Three days from now, I'll completely forget him. All our embraces, vows, marks, and his past gentleness will vanish with the wind.

He stared at his emotionless flower before guiding two fingers under her chin forcing her to look up in his dark blue eyes. "I am asking you again fiore. Say what I want to hear?" He mumbled carssing her ice cold lips even her body was shivering because of all the torture he gave her a while ago but the girl being herself didn't reply him. "Answer me! Will you say it now?" He warned her that he wouldn't stop until he hear her what he wants but looking in his eyes she emotionlessly replied. "No, Master. I don't love you." An emotionless ice flower of his was the only quest of his life. He wanted nothing more than to conquer her but can he? Or will he end up in a pit of her vicious love which will throw him on his knees for her? Spin off Yes, Master containing Rafael Hunt and Rose Story.

I'm attacked after the murderer who took my sister's life is released from prison. He pins me to the forest floor, allowing me to scream and shout until I run out of strength. As the fireworks explode above me, blood pools around me. Two months later, my husband becomes his next victim. I burst into manic laughter when I see the torment he has to suffer.