Mami Wata Story

Sudah dijadikan ATM berjalan, Andini ternyata masih dikhianati suaminya.... Cukup sudah! tak lagi memperdulikan amarah dari keluarga suaminya, Andini memilih melenggang pergi tanpa menoleh sedikitpun. "Aku hanya mengambil apa yang seharusnya aku ambil dan mengembalikan yang memang milik kalian, lalu apa salahnya?" ucapnya pada sang mertua, ipar, dan suami yang tak tahu diri.

Diremehkan dan direndahkan keluarga suami selama bertahun-tahun, tapi aku tetap diam dan menerima segala perlakuan mereka. Tanpa aku tahu alasan mereka terlihat sangat membenci aku dan kedua anakku. "Akan ku buat kau dan Yogi bercerai!" Sebuah kalimat yang akhirnya berhasil mengungkap segalanya. Akan ku buktikan pada mereka. Jika bukan aku yang akan menyesal, melainkan mereka! ____________ Alasan apa yang membuat Devi terjebak nasib buruk berkepanjangan? Apa yang akan dilakukan Devi selanjutnya?

WARNING 21+ Bijaklah dalam memilih bacaan. Menjual keperawanan adalah pilihan terakhir Raline Ansara, demi menyelamatkan dua PSK yang disayanginya, Laura dan Maria. Mimpi Raline seakan sirna, saat rahasia kecantikannya terbongkar dari seorang germo bernama Mami Monalisa. Sampai akhirnya Raline Ansara terselamatkan dari lelaki tua keparat hidung belang yang membelinya dengan harga fantastis. Lelaki yang menyelamatkan Raline tidak lain adalah lelaki mesum yang sangat dibencinya saat masih duduk di bangku SMA, bernama Gavin Maheswari. Bukannya senang, Raline malah terperangkap dengan pernikahan paksa karena harus mengganti uang yang sudah dikeluarkan Gavin untuk menyelamatkan Raline dan keluarganya dari Mami Monalisa.

Karin yang terpaksa bekerja kepada Mami Tania seorang germo yang telah membeli dirinya dari ayah kandungnya sendiri demi melunasi semua hutang-hutang nya. malam yang menyedihkan dimana Karin harus kehilangan kehormatannya sebagai seorang gadis ditangan Tuan Alex yang sengaja dijebak oleh teman-temannya karena sedang dirundung duka kehilangan kekasih hatinya Kalila yang pergi berselingkuh dengan laki-laki lain. Alex sangat menyesal telah mengambil barang berharga milik Karin dan Alex berjanji akan membebaskan Karin dari jeratan Mami Tania dengan membayar semua hutang Ayah Karin, sayangnya Alex mengalami kecelakaan dan melupakan Karin. Akankah cinta mereka bisa menyelamatkan takdir hidup antara keduanya?

After I studied and lived in Descensio for five years, I finally graduated and was ready to return to my home country to take over my dad's company. When I arrived at the Sullivan Group building, I took a picture and posted it on my Instagram story with the caption. 'Since you're the man I love most, I'm here to see you immediately after graduation.' Yet, a woman appeared out of nowhere and slapped me as soon as I arrived at the company's lobby. "It's her! She's the hussy! She had seduced my husband back in high school. Now that my husband has become the director, she shamelessly showed up here to flirt with him. So, I want you girls to beat her up. I'll take the blame if anything happens." While the woman was cooking up a story about me seducing Marcus Lane, a director of Sullivan Group, others around simply looked on coldly and judged me. She slashed my limited-edition bag to pieces and smashed the expensive seal I wanted to give my dad. "You're just a gold digger wearing and buying fake luxury goods. It's just a few hundred dollars. I can still afford to pay you." However, little did she know that everything I had was real. Even if she and her director husband worked for the rest of their lives, they would never be able to afford to pay for the damages.

As the male lead, Henry Johnston, forces himself on me, a row of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Henry is about to misunderstand and think Aria drugged him! The angst is about to begin!" "I'm thrilled just thinking about Henry regretting dearly after Aria dies!" "Keep up the act, Henry. After she dies, you'll be hugging her corpse and crying every day." That is when I realize that I am the tragic female lead in a story where I am destined to be tormented until I die. The readers treat my death as a highlight to push the plot forward. They are counting down to my death. As I look at Henry, who is panting on top of me, anger courses through me. I grab a table lamp and smash it into him, killing him on the spot. Who says that the one who dies in a toxic romance story must always be the female lead?

Nawal, an ordinary girl with ordinary life, who have zero expectations in this life. To Nawal, her life is perfect, until an in counter with a handsome "jerk" in the bakery, where she went to pick up a cake for Mami's mysterious Fahad.Fahad the mysterious, charismatic Prince. Who left Nigeria 15years ago for an unknown reason. Now he is back, but is he ready to face the greatest challenge of his life?.

It was the climactic moment of my game, but the enemy's flash bang blinded me. After I reopened my eyes, I found myself in the world of the post-apocalyptic underdog comeback story I'd ranted about to my friend the day before. No, I wasn't the protagonist with a cheat for a system. Instead, I was the cannon fodder who suffered the worst fate. He also had my name. I found myself locked outside the armored vehicle while a swarm of high-level zombies had surrounded me. 'Blast,' I thought. 'All this just because I flamed them? And I just made a pentakill after my 8-win streak!' I told myself to calm down and let my mind do its work, but then the laughter of this body's wife echoed from the walkie-talkie. "Stop covering for him, gunners! We're livestreaming to the whole camp. My husband's going to rip these Tier Six zombies to shreds!" Then, the woman's useless male best friend buzzed with excitement. "I'll have a permanent spot in the inner city if he distracts the horde and they rip him apart in the process, babe!" If this went the way of the original story, I'd beg for help only to get no answer and be ripped apart by the zombies. Fortunately, I wasn't the same coward this guy used to be. The woman kept egging me on. I sneered. I didn't spend years playing competitive games for nothing. And so, I grabbed a high-frequency concussion grenade that could get the attention of every single zombie in a 3-mile radius, smashed the ventilation valve of the armored vehicle, and hurled the grenade inside.

"The Rossi family doesn't need a Don. We just need a Donna." As the only heiress of the Rossi family, this was the law that I had set when I received the Browning pistol—a pistol that resembles the ultimate authority in the Rossi family—from my Papa when he was on his deathbed. But three years ago, the police relentlessly investigated the money laundering business that my fiance, Lorenzo Moretti, was in charge of. If that business were to get exposed, the Rossi family's hundred-year-old legacy would be ruined. In order to protect my family's legacy and to allow Lorenzo to continue legalizing my family's businesses, I decided to become the scapegoat for all the crimes. On the rainy night of my arrest, I personally handed the pistol over to Lorenzo. "Protect my family for me before my return." This gave Lorenzo legitimate authority to run my family. He used the pistol to purge my subordinates and take over the family business. He even broke my law by announcing to the public that he'd become the next Don soon. An invitation with golden borders is soon leaked from the family's inner circle. Lorenzo's and another woman's names are printed on the cover. During a visit, my private lawyer says mockingly, "If you don't get out of prison now, the Rossi family might take on another man's last name for real." I just sneer in response. After that, I get bailed out of jail in advance and return home to celebrate Lorenzo's "funeral". But no matter how many times I scan my iris at the biometric scanner in the estate, the result always comes out wrong. A young woman, who's toying with the pistol, opens the door at that moment. The contempt and disdain in her eyes are plain to see. "Where the hell did a crazy woman like you come from? You came to the wrong place. This is my private turf, you know."

After returning home from a flight, I realize that my bottle of hair conditioner has run out in the bathroom. The thing is, my husband, Carlos Zappa, doesn't use hair conditioner at all. Seeing Carlos through the frosted glass, I decide to probe him for answers. "Did any guests stay over lately? Or have you started doing hair care?" Carlos flips through the documents, which are stamped with the Zappa family crest, impatiently at my questions. "Maybe a maid accidentally toppled the bottle over when she was cleaning the bathroom. Also, why are you annoying me with such minuscule matters?" When I put on the bathrobe, I feel a ticklish sensation coming from the collar. As soon as I look down, I notice a strand of dried yellow hair being entangled in the collar. The moment the steam dissipates, I see two pairs of intertwining handprints on the bathroom's glass door. I never thought that my home would grow this popular during my one-week trip away from home. I've been married to Carlos for three years, and yet this is my first time finding out that he's actually this wild in bed. So, I secretly text my father, the Don of the Carozza family. "Dad, Carlos has cheated on me. Does the bet we made three years ago still count?"