Lampu Trail Vintage

"I was told I was a monster. My father told me I was a pawn. He didn't realize I was a Queen." For seventeen years, Kaia has been locked in a gilded cage, hidden from the world and her own reflection. As the Kentrikos Territory’s best-kept secret, she is the White Wolf—a myth, a legend, and a target. Now, her father is selling her to the highest bidder to secure his legacy. The rules were simple: Choose a mate. Secure the alliance. Don't ask questions. But as Kaia is paraded through the four territories to meet her potential Alphas, her sheltered existence begins to unravel. Her wolf, Selah, isn't looking for a mate—she’s looking for blood. From the frozen wastes of the north to the high-tech laboratories of the west, Kaia uncovers a trail of secrets. In a world of Alphas, the rarest wolf of all is done playing nice. Kaia must decide: will she be the submissive mate they expect, or the Alpha they should have feared?

Pada hari Idul Adha, aku menyiapkan satu meja penuh hidangan kesukaan Brian. Namun lagi-lagi, dia tidak datang. Aku terdiam sejenak, lalu dengan cekatan membuka postingan instagram, orang yang cinta sejati Brian. [Harus diberi pujian! Aku baru bilang lampu rusak, dia langsung meninggalkan pacarnya demi datang ke sini.] [Tolong pertahankan sifat yang lebih mementingkan teman daripada pacar.] Fotonya memperlihatkan Brian yang sedang berdiri di atas bangku, mendongak untuk mengganti lampu. Dia menopang kaki Brian dengan kedua tangan, wajahnya tanpa sengaja menyapu bagian paling sensitifnya. Brian tidak menghindar, malah menyunggingkan senyuman samar. Pemandangan itu begitu menusuk mata, tapi aku tidak lagi menangis ataupun marah. Aku hanya dengan tenang memberi tanda suka, lalu mengajukan putus dengannya. Brian tidak percaya sama sekali. “Paling hanya mengambek saja, cuekin saja beberapa hari. Nanti aku hanya perlu ulurin tangan saja, dia pasti bakal luluh lagi.” Namun, Brian tidak tahu, aku bisa begitu mudah luluh dulunya, karena aku mencintainya. Mulai sekarang, dia tidak akan pernah bisa membujukku lagi.

Hana Paramitha, seorang gadis cantik yang berprofesi sebagai fotomodel. Pada suatu hari, dia menjadi model iklan suatu produk apartemen milik salah satu perusahaan besar tanah air. Namun, malang bagi Hana, ketika sedang melakukan pemotretan wajahnya terkena serpihan kaca lampu gantung yang jatuh, karena tidak terpasang dengan benar. Hal itu menyebabkan wajah Hana terluka. Hana melalui managernya melakukan tuntutan ganti rugi kepada perusahaan Barata Group melalui jalur hukum, karena tuntutan sebelumnya yang dilakukan secara kekeluargaan tidak digubris oleh pihak Barata Group. Andhika Barata, CEO yang merupakan penerus kerajaan bisnis Barata Group, merasa geram pada tindakan Hana. Dia menganggap kalau Hana telah mencemarkan nama baik perusahaannya. Andhika lalu mengadakan pertemuan dengan Hana. Setelah bertemu, Andhika akhirnya bersedia memberikan uang ganti rugi pada Hana dengan catatan gadis itu harus bersedia menjadi istrinya untuk sementara, selama satu tahun. “Apa?! Menjadi istri sementara?” tanya Hana dengan mata tak berkedip menatap Andhika. “Iya, selama satu tahun!” sahut Andhika datar dan dingin. Follow, instagram aku di @setiawati_yetti

His name was Yuri Daniel Athanas. They called him, "The Golden Boy" of Alcolytes Triad, a college organization during the day and an underground racing club at night. Like his brothers.. Yuri Daniel was very rich, powerful, hot guy, gorgeous and devastatingly sexy and Intelligent. Unlike his brothers.. Yuri Daniel did not leave a trail of broken hearts behind him. Yuri was an angel amidst all the other Greek devils, they said. I like hearing that about him. It gave me hope that when we do meet again, he would remember his promise, and he would keep it. He would take one look at me and he wouldn't mind that I wasn't... Okay. He wouldn't mind, I wasn't... Normal. If he was everything I prayed he would be, he'd take one look at me and love me. Like he had promise ...

I can't remember my life before 16 after I was hit by a truck. I only remember two letters Ki and I'm convinced it's what I was called before the accident. Google could not help with the narrow search because all the names I have tried don’t sound familiar. I have spent ten years trying to remember and failing. I have a lot of questions with no one to answer them for me. I fear my life must have been meaningless because no one came looking for me and worst of all the trail of my identity went cold. Every search came out as a dead end it was as if I never existed. I have a question that runs in my head over and over, but it feels pointless because even the police could never solve the mystery. Authors NoteCheck out my interview with good novel https://tinyurl.com/y58samxv

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."

Di pabrik perhiasan pribadi milik Keluarga Gamar, cincin pernikahan yang aku tunggu selama enam bulan, sekarang melingkar di jari wanita lain. Di jari Greta Gantari. Seorang supermodel internasional, wanita yang jadi selingkuhan tunanganku, Ketua Mafia dari Keluarga Gamar. Direktur pabrik perhiasan berdiri di samping, keringat dingin basahi punggungnya saat dia melirik Marcel Gamar yang duduk santai di sofa. Marcel bangkit. Dia raih tangan Greta, angkat tangan itu ke arah cahaya untuk kagumi cincin itu. Nada suaranya dingin, nggak kasih ruang untuk dibantah. "Dia akan tampil di acara peragaan busana di Penida minggu depan. Dia butuh cincin ini untuk curi perhatian dunia kalangan elite. Brankas keluarga penuh dengan perhiasan. Pilih yang lain saja, nggak usah lebay." Di bawah cahaya lampu yang menyilaukan, Greta menatap bayangannya di cermin, senyumnya angkuh penuh kemenangan. Aku lalu menatap diriku sendiri. Sweater kasmir dan celana jeans. Aku nggak cocok ada di sini. Pernikahan yang telah direncanakan selama setahun itu ... tiba-tiba rasanya seperti lelucon. Aku nggak marah. Aku cuma batalkan gaun pengantin pesananku sekaligus. "Marcel. Perhiasan lain juga nggak masalah. Tapi, aku nggak jadi nikah."

Emilka Winchester is the envy of Seattle. To the outside world, she is Mrs. Perfect—the beautiful, devoted wife of a powerful man, living a life of marble counters, designer dresses, and carefully curated happiness. But behind closed doors, the silence is deafening. When her husband misses their fifth anniversary, a single crack begins to spread. A missed dinner becomes a trail of lies leading from the rain-soaked streets of Seattle to a hidden hotel room in Chicago. One receipt. One lingering scent of lilies. One scrap of red lace that doesn’t belong to her. The truth shatters everything. But Damian doesn’t ask for forgiveness. He offers a solution. An open marriage. After years of failed IVFs and the weight of a legacy that never came, he no longer wants a wife,just a woman to maintain the illusion while he lives his life elsewhere. Now Emilka must decide: remain the perfect wife in a beautiful lie… or destroy everything to reclaim the truth. Because in a world built on appearances, the truth is the most dangerous thing she can choose.

One night, Zanina already had to receive two unpleasant news: the death of her parents and a will from her father that she had been betrothed to the son of the Levion family. Zanina does not immediately accept the arranged marriage because she has another mission, namely to find out the background of her parents' deaths, which, for her, holds a mystery. Unfortunately, one night at The Emirates—where she begins her trail of investigation, she spends a hot night with a strange man, and that's where her nightmare begins. The man Zanina is set up to marry turns out to have two personalities: being warm and loving at night and brutal and abusive during the day. To top it all off, she discovered that the man who had become her husband was not who she thought he was. The man she had spent the night with at The Emirates was no ordinary man, and indeed, he was the man her father had set her up with. However, not the man she married.