Lirik Sholawat Shohibus Syafa'ah

She was aware of all those men looking at her with lust, while she was running true the park, which made her angry and sad at the same time, but she just made her headphones louder and smiled on her chin. She wanted something real, although it was impossible to find because a man must give her all of himself, just as she would do the same to him. Ah, stop dreaming Jenna!", she mouthed, making her legs run faster, not knowing that soon her life will about to change.

“You like this so much, don’t you?” Theo asked hectically and nuzzled her temple. His fingers dug into her hips while he was pounding her from behind. She didn’t respond but moaned, her hands clenched on the headboard of the bed harder. He slapped her ass harshly. “Answer me.” “Ah!” Meli laughs breathlessly. “Yes...” Theo straightened and wound his hand around her long hair. The sound of their hips slamming was filling the hotel room. He kept fucking her relentlessly, this woman’s moans were like the most sensual music to his ears. After a few seconds, Meli’s moans turned into sobs and she came with a shaking cry, her body fell onto the mattress. Theo wasn’t there, he gave her a few last thrusts and reached his own apex as groaning. His muscled frame collapsed onto her delicate body. *** Theo is the CEO of a global company. He is his own person with a successful career, a loft as an ideal bachelor pad and a car he'd dreamt of. With his physique that women describe as a Greek god, he has no difficulty in getting a woman he desires. Everything in his life is in a strict order. It is a monotonous pattern, but never worrying. Never unnerving. Till she comes. His boss's new wife. Mrs. Aldridge. There is an insane chemistry between the two, and Theo has no idea how to handle those burning sparks emanating from it.

"Say another word and I'll bite your tongue off, you'll lose it." He replied in a daring tone and my sense told me that he wasn't playing this time around. I would rather endure the pain than to make sure that I lost any part of my body. "I would prefer I die... Ah!" I screamed when his fangs sank into my neck drawing blood like it was a fountain gushing out. I was stupefied but my hands couldn't move anymore. My name is being called out in rooms I’ve not walked into..prestige echoing through. I knew how solid this thought was on me and how badly I wanted it to be my reality. It did. I found the bone of my bones but blood sure runs freely over here. Blood runs in the human system but with Lucian you can taste it a little tongue to lip tease. A charming billionaire with an aura,an opposite world and the face of a God. Oh stop! You would have fallen and flipped if you were in my position as his heiress. This is our story is it all love? Is this really how loving a masculine man feels? Take a guess! Naomi： a human girl who had been a slave for many years of her life, and now had zero hope of escaping it after being trafficked. Lucian： the vampire lord and leader of the Pure Bloods, and a very successful business man who is a Billionaire. What happens when both of their worlds collide, after Lucian agrees to work with the government of the country to unveil the underworld? This is a story of love, crime, and of course blood.

After fighting with everyone and leaving everything behind just to get married to him in order to honor her father’s last wish, she gets left behind at last. Returning to her billionaire and powerful family, she decides to forget her past and focus on her future. Only for her ‘past’ to return to her life, asking for a second chance. The question now is, does Laliya have anything left in her heart to give? Read to find out.

Scarpa sees. Scarpa wants. Scarpa hunts. Scarpa gets. It’s a chain of life for Torre Scarpa—the unspoken law of the Scarpa world. When Torre sets his eyes on Montana Rossi, his employee’s wife; a pale, soft-spoken foreign woman who gave herself to the wrong Italian man as husband, he doesn't just want her. He claims her by all bloodied means. Montana, left alone, humiliated by the powerful Rossi family after her husband's death, finds herself in Scarpa’s warm embrace. He pays off her debts. Gives her shelter. Offers her peace. Even lets her care for his troubled daughter. He is the savior she never expected. But Scarpa is no angel. Behind the tailored suits and steady gaze is a man who always gets what he wants—no matter the cost. And Montana? She's not free. Not really. Not anymore. As she falls for him, body and soul, she begins to wonder: Is this love? Or a beautiful trap? When the truth of Scarpa’s world comes to light—its secrets, its crimes, its bloodied roots—Montana must face what she’s become, and decide: Can she live with the devil who saved her? Or is it already too late? Because the Lord Scarpa doesn’t let go. He devours.

Okay, this story’s called My Model, and it starts pretty chill. Soo Ah’s just this regular art student, kind of awkward but sweet, and he needs someone to model for his class project. So, out of nowhere, he asks Devin—the quiet, serious guy with black hair, always dressed sharp, who gives off a mafia-ish vibe but still somehow shows up to school every day like it's normal. Soo Ah didn’t expect him to say yes. But Devin just looks at him and goes, “Be your model? Sigh... What a kid. I like you, though.” And boom. Now they’re meeting every other day, Soo Ah sketching with his ears red, and Devin pretending he’s not secretly enjoying the attention. It’s awkward, cute, and honestly? A little flirty. They don’t even realize how close they’re getting until one day, Devin asks, “You seriously want me to keep doing this?” And Soo Ah—nervous, but brave—just says, “Yeah. I like you.” So yeah, it’s a slow-burn, school-life BL. Funny, soft, and a little messy. But it’s about two boys figuring things out through art, teasing, and a whole lot of quiet moments that start to feel like something more.

Mas! Ini apa?" tanyaku seraya menyentuh sebuah titik merah leher Mas Adrian. Ah bukan titik ini lebih panjang kemerahan. "Ah, oh ini? Ekhem ini mungkin gigitan nyamuk," sebait senyum muncul di bibirnya. "Gigitan nyamuk? Kurasa gigitan nyamuk bukan seperti ini Mas. Ini seperti ...." "Nisa! Sudahlah. Mas capek, mau istirahat ya! Kamu jangan mikir yang aneh-aneh." Aku terkejut. Jelas itu bukan gigitan nyamuk. Itu seperti bekas cupang. Padahal kami tidak melakukan hubungan suami istri selama hampir seminggu ini. Lalu bekas cupang itu milik siapa? * Anisa harus menelan pil pahit saat tau ternyata suaminya berselingkuh dengan sepupunya sendiri. Belum kering luka sakit hatinya, Anisa di buat bingung karena Tante Ranti seperti menyembunyikan sesuatu darinya. Setelah kematian ibunya, ia seperti terbuang jauh dari keluarganya, bahkan sejak bayi ia tak mengenal satu pun keluarga dari ayahnya. Bagaimana caranya Anisa menghadapi kenyataan pahit saat tau suaminya telah bermain api di belakangnya? Akankah, Anisa bisa tegar menghadapi permasalahan hidupnya dan berhasil menemukan jalan tentang asal-usul dirinya? Yuk baca kisah selengkapnya hanya di Good Novel.

“Kau mau membeli putriku untuk semalam?” ucap pria setengah baya pada temannya di halte bus. “Berapa?” “30 juta.” “Kau gila! Mahal sekali.” pekiknya. Pria itu terkekeh. “Ah, kau tidak tau saja. Dia ini istimewa.” “Apa istimewanya?” “Masih perawan,“ bisiknya. Dijual oleh Ayah angkat, diratukan oleh CEO mesum--Michael, membuat Sahira tak bisa lari kemanapun, sebab Michael tak akan pernah melepaskannya. Bagaimana nasib Sahira ditangan Michael yang mesum sekaligus kejam?

Tanpa sengaja kuketahui suamiku menamai diri ini sebagai Anj*** di dalam kontaknya. tadinya, kupikir ia bercanda, tapi perasaan disakiti dan merasa direndahkan makin menjadi saat nada dering khusus panggilanku ke ponselnya dikhususkan dengan suara hewan itu menyalak. Herannya, ketika ada panggilan lain, ponsel itu berdering seperti biasa. perasaan direndahkan oleh suamiku sendiri membuatku bertanya tanya kenapa ia demikian tega. Dalam rangka apa semua sikapnya itu? jika hanya bercanda, apakah pantas menyamai istri dengan najis. Ah, aku mencari jawabanku hingga kutemukan ia telah nyaman dengan seseorang bernama kontak Ratuku.

Apa yang terlintas di pikiran kala mendengar nama anak kyai atau lebih populer dengan sebutan Gus? Santun, kalem, tak tersentuh?Ah itu sudah semestinya.. Pernah menemukan seorang Gus yang antik, jarang ditemui bahkan mungkin ada yang tidak tahu kalau dia seorang putra kyai besar? Kalau belum mari kenalan dengan Gus Nazril! Nazril Seorang Gus yang banyak disukai karena sifat konyol dan dermawannya, penyandang status jomblo terlama dibanding saudaranya. Hobi memantau akun-akun gosip dan mengasuh anak sehingga membuat dia dekat dengan kaum ibu-ibu, perihal ilmu agama tentu tidak usah diragukan lagi.Nazril juga berprofesi sebagai dokter yang akhirnya mengantarkan dia bertemu dengan wanita idamannya.. Ralin. Wanita anti sosial dengan masa lalu yang menyedihkan. Namun jalan untuk menghalalkan Ralin tidak semudah dia mendekati ibu-ibu karena Ralin punya trauma mendalam tentang pernikahan akibat kenangan pahit yang diciptakan oleh papanya sendiri. So... Berapa lama waktu yang dibutuhkan Gus Nazril untuk meluluhkan hati Ralin?