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“Don't come closer. There is no way I will let you have me again” he pulls him even closer, ignoring every word Reece just spilled. As always his signature grin on his face. He was so close in a way Reece could feel his warm breath and the strong smell of alcohol on his breath. His grip tightened around his ass giving it a little squeeze. “Hmm,” a little moan escapes Reece’s throat. He quickly held his hands over his mouth preventing further provocation. He was hard again, the man before him realized a trump smile. Reece may fight and talk trash, but for some reason, he obeys the man's every touch and provocation. He was like a lap rat in the hands of his abuser. The hands around his waist gently loosened up, letting him free, but before he could register what was happening, his hands slid down into his jeans ``no.. not again!!!

" Bah, serius Abah mau mindahin aku di pondok ini? " Tanya Abbas sambil mencoba berjalan sejajar dengan abahnya . "Ya gimana lagi. " Jawab abahnya dengan singkat. "Di pondok ini ikhwan akhwat jadi satu loh. " Balas Abbas. "Kamu di sini mondok niatnya buat cari ilmu, bukan cari akhwat, kalau niat awal kamu mau cari ilmu, InsyaAllah gapapa walaupun ada akhwat. " Jelas abahnya dengan lembut. *** "Ih Putri, jangan jadi berondong kau ni. " Ucap Aini membuyarkan lamunanku. "Dih, siapa juga yang jadi berondong, kau nanti kaget kalau tahu dia, " balasku. "Hmm iya-in aja deh biar kau seneng. " Balasnya sambil tertawa. *** Mungkin nantinya tak akan ada yang tahu, bahwa ada seseorang yang selalu melangitkan do'a sendirian, berjuang dengan teguh nya, tanpa adanya sebuah dukungan, ia selalu yakin akan takdir Allah yang indah, Allah tak mungkin membiarkan do'a dan keteguhan dari hamba-Nya itu kembali dengan sia-sia. Meski selalu ada rintangan yang tak segan-segan menghampiri, bahkan terkadang rintangan itu memberi rasa luka di hati. Akankah ia mampu bertahan di atas derasnya rintangan itu? Ataukah perjuangannya akan berhenti sebelum Allah buka pintu do'anya? . Ingat, hal menyakitkan dalam hubungan percintaan adalah;"kita telah kehilangan sesuatu itu sebelum sempat memilikinya. "

"Sayang sekali jika buku ini tidak dibaca, Fen!" Celoteh Huja sembari meletakkan buku sejarah sihir Mesir. "Hmm, Mungkin akan kubaca nanti," Fenhrir masih sibuk dengan roti basah yang terhidang. "Baiklah, simpan buku ini Fen! kau pasti membutuhkannya saat melawan penyihir diluar sana." Huja ikut menikmati roti basah yang terhidang di meja makan.

Atha Jeremia Stasya, gadis luar biasa yang merasa dirinya biasa saja. Merasa tak punya kelebihan selain seorang hafidzah dan penghafal hadist, tak ada yang bisa dibilang mengagumkan. Dan sudah cukup baginya, menjalani kehidupan dengan penuh kekaguman, kekaguman pada islam yang tak bisa dia jelaskan. Mualaf, dan tinggal di panti asuhan adalah yang dia pilih. Dan ia merasa Allah selalu menjaganya, memberikannya kebebasan dan keamanan. Baginya, syair adalah kehidupan, dan rangkaian aksara yang tersusun melambangkan perjalanan kehidupannya. Lagu adalah nafasnya, kehidupan dan kebahagiaan dibingkai kesempurnaan nada yang mengalun. Kanzo dan Kenzo, seorang gus kembar dengan watak dan sifat berbanding terbalik 180º, sama-sama mengagumi Atha sebagai seorang gadis. Kepada siapakah pilihan Atha jatuh? Siapa yang merelakan Atha bernaung dalam cinta saudaranya? Siapa yang mau melepaskan Atha untuk terjaga dalam genggaman saudaranya? Siapa yang mengikhlaskan Atha terikat dengan saudaranya?

On her first day at work, a new colleague uploaded a 500-million-dollar property purchase agreement to the company group chat. The message was accompanied by the caption: “Thanks for the gift for my first day at work, Dad!” She quickly deleted it, following up with, “Sorry, wrong chat!” I frowned, recognizing the contract immediately. It was the same property my father gifted me for my birthday a month ago. Some sharp-eyed colleagues noticed the contract number and chimed in. “I have a relative in real estate. I remember this property. Our chairman bought it recently!” “So, the heiress has joined us to experience life. Forgive your humble servant for not recognizing you!” The chat was soon filled with flattering remarks. Even my stingy and miserly husband joined in. I felt a coldness in my heart and couldn’t help but respond in the group chat, “I recall the president always opposing ostentatious displays of wealth and advocating humility. This heiress seems to veer away from his usual philosophy.” Instead of support, I faced attacks from my husband and others. “Look at you being so poor and petty. How could you ever compare to Grace? Why did I ever marry someone so shortsighted?” “As if you know the president that well! I think you’re just jealous that Grace was born with a silver spoon!” I sneered coldly and, without hesitation, dialed the president’s number right in front of everyone. “Dad, I heard we’re not that close, hmm?”

We all have an inspiration to live. We all have that one person who keeps us from fighting and moving. That someone who keeps our heart beating. That someone who keeps on giving us a blissful morning. But what if one morning while laying in the dark, the person you loved the most is the person you can't remember anymore? Fall Navarez never thought that this day would come. Never did he think of losing the memories of that someone in his head. Later did he realize, he came up with a question: "Who's Grace?" There's a lot of variations in their testimonies. Some have scarlet threads attached. Some had loose strings which means a dead end. Fall Navarez didn't know what story he had to believe. He wanted to believe them all, but every person he asked, died the day after. "Grace is your girlfriend, Fall." "Hell no! Grace is your wife." "That would be gross, but I only know was that Grace is your sister." "Oh my God, you really don't know, do you? Grace is your f*ckin' psychologist!" Why would Fall had a psychologist, assuming that Grace is indeed one? "You're hell-bent, Fall! You're crazy!" "Who's Grace?! Answer now or I'll f*cking kill you!" He smirked. "As you did to your mother?" he held his tongue and spit saliva at Fall. "Hell yeah! YOU KILLED YOUR F*CKING MOTHER!" Maybe there's someone who's deceiving. Maybe someone had asked them to deceive Fall! But wait, where was the lie? To the you-killed-Grace part or the Grace-is-your-mother part? Hmm, did Grace really fall from grace? "Put the gun in your mouth. . . pull the trigger." FALL FROM GRACE by ANONYGLITCH

Melody tidak pernah bisa mengerti kenapa banyak orang begitu mengidolakan Refrain, sebuah band beraliran pop yang cukup terkenal di Indonesia.  Bagi Melody, Refrain hanya sekumpulan lelaki tampan dengan lagu dan suara yang standar, yang cukup dengan mendengar lagunya saja bisa membuat napasnya terasa sesak. Sedangkan bagi Orin, sahabatnya, Refrain adalah dunia, kehidupan, dan napasnya. Orin sangat mengidolakan Refrain, Melody tidak. Orin sangat menyanjung Refrain, tidak begitu dengan Melody. Refrain adalah segalanya bagi Orin, dan Melody malah ingin membuang jauh-jauh nama Refrain dari pikiran sahabatnya. Tapi bagaimana bisa di suatu pagi, Melody menemukan dirinya terbangun dengan sesosok lelaki asing bersamanya. Dan lelaki itu adalah Kai, gitaris Refrain. Dunianya serasa runtuh.

“Hmm… just looking at it like this isn’t satisfying, isn’t it? How about you and I… we touch each other?” Intimate whispers along with warm breaths hit the crook of Damian’s neck, in the next second he felt something springy kissing for a moment. Making his eyes widen. Moreover, he had to resist the temptation of the smell of blood from the body, to hide the fact that he was a vampire. The beautiful woman’s hand began to lose control, touching the curve of her beautifully formed stomach. Then smirked and sat back down, still on top. A short call came out of the mouth, immediately four men entered the room. Then they stood far behind Almeera Laurens. “Can you guys teach this guy how to make me scream?” she asked casually. Damian couldn’t close his eyes when he realized the meaning of the woman’s words. Soon, it will be her meal!

Matthew Xaverius Anderson harus merubah identitas aslinya dengan nama Matthew Xaverius Lutof semenjak ia menjadi anak yatim piatu di usianya yang ketujuh tahun. Kedua orang tuanya meninggal akibat ledakan hebat yang terjadi pada sebuah kapal pesiar dalam pelayaran perdananya. Matthew diadopsi dan dibesarkan oleh Clark Lutof, seorang kapten yang bertugas pada pelayaran itu. Clark tahu bahwa Matthew adalah satu-satunya keturunan dari Althan Anderson, salah satu pemilik saham dari perusahaan Shipping Line tempatnya bekerja. Tetapi Clark sengaja menyembunyikan keberadaan dan identitas Matthew untuk sementara waktu demi keselamatan anak itu karena Clark mencurigai ada kejanggalan dari tragedi kebakaran kapal pesiar yang telah menewaskan ribuan nyawa itu. Dua puluh tahun berlalu, Matthew telah tumbuh menjadi pria dewasa. Ia menjadi seorang CEO dari perusahaan shipping line bernama "Marine Lighthouse". Kini, ia bertekad untuk menyibak tabir misteri atas terbakarnya kapal pesiar yang juga merupakan milik orang tuanya. "Jadi menurutmu sekarang sudah waktunya kamu menunjukkan dirimu di hadapan mereka?" tanya Clark sembari menghisap cerutunya. Ditatapnya Matthew yang sedang menatap nyalang ke arah luar jendela. "Hmm," gumam Matthew seraya mengangguk kecil. Di tangannya ia memegang sebuah jam tangan peninggalan orang tuanya. Ada ukiran nama Matthew Xaverius Anderson di bagian case back jam itu. "Sudah waktunya aku mencari kebenaran dan mengungkap misteri yang tertutup selama ini," lanjut Matthew lagi yang kini berjalan mendekati Clark. Clark mengangguk pelan. Bibir yang sedang menghisap cerutu itu tersenyum bangga, "Pergilah, dan bawa kembali hakmu." "Hm!" sahut Matthew dengan anggukan penuh keyakinan, "Akan aku temukan semua bukti-buktinya, dan akan aku rebut kembali apa yang menjadi milik keluargaku!" Dalam benak Matthew sudah tersimpan nama Vincent Gregorius, orang yang dicurigai memiliki peran penting dalam terjadinya kebakaran kapal pesiar yang menewaskan nyawa kedua orang tua Matthew. Benarkah Vincent Gregorius adalah dalang di balik tragedi itu? Mampukah Matthew mengungkap misteri ini?

Justin Antonio Martínez, a wealthy and powerful businessman, the owner of the Martínez Fashion Industry. His arrogance and unrelenting ambition was well known to the prying eyes of the media. As Justin searches for the perfect woman to hire as his wife, he meets Isabella, a woman who unexpectedly challenges the emptiness of his carefully controlled life. ✦✦✦✦ "You’re relentless, wife." "And who’s a good boy?" She teased, tilting her head at me like she was addressing a misbehaving puppy. I smirked but kept my mouth shut. She leaned in closer, her voice softening to a coo. "Is the good boy angry?" That was it. Restraint? Gone. Before I knew it, my hand was at the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened as her breath caught, her face mere inches from mine. "Justin." She whispered, barely audible, her hand gripping mine like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer. "Yes, wife?" I asked, my gaze flicking between her wide eyes and her parted lips. "Justin." She said again, pouting this time, her cheeks turning a shade of red that I couldn’t ignore. "Hmm?" I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in, pressing a quick, firm kiss to her soft lips. The way her eyes widened and her blush deepened—it was priceless. She froze for a moment, like she couldn’t believe what just happened. I released her neck but kept hold of her hand, guiding it downward. "I’ve got your good boy right here." I teased, my voice low as I placed her hand over the hard bulge in my sweatpants. She looked so flustered, so completely off her game. And damn it, she was tempting. Too tempting.