Male Dovahkiin Fanfiction

I run into a group of rogues on my way home for my daughter's birthday. I call my wife for help, but she blocks my number. I'm dragged out of the car, stabbed a dozen times, and thrown into the bushes to die. My neck is broken, and my organs are spilling out of my body. The rogues think I'm going to die—they even mention each other's names before me. Then, they drive off in my car while whistling happily. I hold onto my head and organs as I crawl to the roadside, hoping against hope that someone will save me. Before I'm taken to the hospital, I see my wife's social media update—she and her secretary have taken a sweet photo together while celebrating our daughter's birthday. The first thing I do after being discharged is demand a divorce.

My fiancee was diagnosed with cancer and needed a liver transplant. When I found out I'm a match, I agreed to undergo the surgery without a second thought. They removed two-thirds of my liver. The pain is excruciating, but the moment I wake up, I force myself to check on her. Outside her hospital room, I overhear her talking to a friend. "Trish, you're a genius! This revenge plan is brilliant!" her friend exclaims. Patricia Zeller laughs. "If I weren't trying to keep it low-key, I would've taken a kidney just for fun. It's all his fault that Warren messed up his college entrance exam and had to study abroad. Warren's coming back in a month. Once he does, I'm done with him for good."

After regaining my hearing, I happily march over to the room of my arch-rival, eager to flaunt in front of him—only to hear him moaning my name as he does what all guys do for pleasure.

Arya (25), pemuda rupawan dari Kota Gudeg, Jogja, memutuskan merantau ke Jakarta. Keputusan ini didorong oleh patah hati mendalam setelah kekasihnya, Sita, dinikahkan dengan pria lain karena Arya belum memiliki cukup uang untuk melamarnya. Bertekad memperbaiki ekonomi keluarga dan mewujudkan mimpinya kuliah, Arya mencari pekerjaan di ibu kota. Lewat sebuah iklan di Instagram, Arya mendatangi rumah mewah Ibu Sonya (35), seorang bos perusahaan pengiriman barang ternama. Arya diterima sebagai sopir pribadinya. Sonya adalah wanita lajang yang sangat cantik dan kaya raya, namun di balik kesuksesannya, ia dikenal sangat galak dan keras kepala. Bekerja untuk majikan yang masih single ini, Arya mulai menemukan pengalaman baru, termasuk menghadapi pasang surut emosi sang bos. Kehidupan Sonya tak luput dari intrik. Adik perempuannya, Jessy, mati-matian mencarikan jodoh bagi kakaknya, tetapi selalu gagal karena sifat Sonya yang terkenal. Di kantor, dua anak buah Sonya, yaitu Cindy, sekretaris cantik nan agresif, dan Jaka, manajer keuangan yang terobsesi, menambah kompleksitas suasana. Jaka menyimpan ambisi gelap: ia ingin menikahi Sonya sekaligus menguasai perusahaannya, bahkan siap melakukan segala cara untuk mencapai tujuannya itu. Bisakah Arya bertahan di tengah intrik dan lika-liku kehidupan Ibu Kota? Mampukah ia meluluhkan hati majikan galaknya yang ternyata masih sendiri?

(Area 21++) Setelah dikhianati sang istri, Rangga berencana untuk membalas perbuatan itu. Namun, siapa sangka jika rencana Rangga justru direstui semesta, hingga mampu membuat istri, anak, dan menantu Rahul, pria yang berselingkuh dengan istrinya, tunduk di bawah dekapan Rangga?!etelah dikhianati sang istri, Rangga berencana untuk membalas perbuatan itu. Namun, siapa sangka jika rencana Rangga justru direstui semesta, hingga mampu membuat istri, anak, dan menantu Rahul, pria yang berselingkuh dengan istrinya, tunduk di bawah dekapan Rangga?!

Eight years married, and my wife? She asked for a divorce 99 times. I thought it was just her usual drama—testing me. Then I found out she'd been wiring half a million every year to some dude. Always with the same note: ILU. When she hit me with divorce number 100, I finally signed. I pulled my money out of her little passion project and ghosted—moved my company overseas, wiped my tracks clean. Now she's out there losing her mind, trying to find me.

I'm on my way to get married when a truck slams into my car from behind. After being unconscious for a long time, I hear the doctor telling my fiancee that I might lose my memory. I decide to have a little fun and open my eyes, pretending to be confused. "Who are you?" My fiancee goes completely still. I'm about to admit I'm only teasing her, but before I can, she grabs my best man's hand without a second thought. "I'm Janice Lloyd, your best friend's fiancee. You got into a car accident on your way to our wedding."

My wife, who had always despised lugging around keys, ditched our modern smart lock for a clunky old-school key version. She even bolted it shut during showers. Every time I returned from work, I'd have to ring her up first. Fed up, I slapped the divorce agreement on the table during a family get-together. Everyone assumed I was drunk and joking. My wife hauled off and cracked me across the face. "Am I asking too much? You promised you'd indulge me forever." I met her glare with icy indifference and let out a bitter scoff. "Aren't I divorcing you and never returning the ultimate indulgence?"

My younger brother had stage four kidney cancer. Our parents demanded that I donate a kidney to save him. I told them I only had one kidney left. The transplant would kill me. Instead of listening to me, they forcibly strapped me to the operating table. “It’s just one kidney! Stop being so selfish!” they yelled. They did not care that I was telling the truth. Years ago, I had given my other kidney to save my father after his car crash.

On my birthday, Heather Pond’s lover posted a sonogram on his social media account and captioned it, [We’re going to be parents!] I commented, [Congratulations. You can have the baby cot from my place.] The next second, Heather called me to give me a warning. “Brandon Smith is dying. I’ll come back to you once I give birth to his child. Please don’t trigger him any further!” I remained calm and collected when I served her the divorce papers. Then, I packed my bags and went on a vacation in Europe.