Novel Noir

Biasanya diary tersimpan rapat di tempat rahasia. Lalu, apa yang membuat Triplet's Diary membuka kisahnya kepada semua orang, termasuk kalian?

Editor yang satu ini, lebih killer dari dosen pembimbing. Bahkan, dosen killer bisa dibilang kamu dianggap sayur kangkung. Editor yang satu ini, melihatmu seperti steak juicy yang siap ia lahap. Si perfectionist yang menuntut segala kesempurnaan, editor rese yang membuatmu menyerah dan tak ingin meneruskan cita-cita yang terpendam. Editor galak yang menyuruh Ilene menulis cerita erotis. Dan membayangkan dirinya, membuat Ilene mengkhayal aneh. Ngomong-ngomong, siapa dalang di balik layar tersebut? Takdir mempertemukan keduanya di balik layar. Bagaimana jika takdir menuntut keduanya untuk bertemu secara langsung?

Zaina, seorang gadis yang baru saja kehilangan tantenya, dipaksa masuk pesantren untuk bekerja sebagai mbak dapur demi melindungi diri dari ancaman suami tantenya. Zaina terpaksa menikah dengan anak pertama kyai, karena kesalahpahaman. Mereka berdua harus saling beradaptasi, menghadapi gosip, dan mencari jalan menuju kebahagiaan meski penuh konflik.

“นาริกา ฉันไม่ได้บอกว่าเธอต้องจ่ายด้วยเงิน” “แล้วคุณเนสจะให้นาจ่ายยังไงคะ ผ่อนจ่ายได้ไหม หรือหักเอาจากเงินเดือนนาก็ได้” “ฉันขอจูบ….จ่ายฉันมาด้วยจูบของเธอ”

One thousand stories. One thousand ways to get wet, aroused, and begging for more. This collection is pure sin on your screen. Good girls turned into cock-hungry sluts in the span of a single night. Risky fucks in movie seats, hotel mix-ups, locked bathrooms, family cabins. Virginities lost to the wrong man… or the right group of men. Sisters, best friends, fiancées, stepdaughters—all fucking, sharing, eating each other out, and taking load after load while pretending they hate how good it feels. Expect: Every hole used and filled. Creampies that drip for days. Public exposure, semi-public humiliation. Rough, jealous, competitive sex. Anal, DP, face-sitting, squirting, cum-play. That razor-thin line between “I shouldn’t” and “don’t stop” This isn’t a book you read. It’s a book that reads you because it knows what makes your clit throb and your cheeks burn. Open it if you dare. Close it when you can’t take any more (spoiler: you won’t be able to). Reader discretion: Extreme taboo, group scenarios, degradation, incest-adjacent themes, non-stop orgasms, lesbian, threesome, gangbang and every filthy thing you dare to imagine. NB: accepting requests for hot sexy stories that's your deepest fantasy. 1000 stories!!!

Wet Confessions Thirty Taboo Tales You’ll Never Forget Some secrets are whispered. Some are moaned. And some are written between trembling thighs. From steamy offices and dimly lit confessionals to forbidden bedrooms and midnight rendezvous, Wet Confessions is a raw, unapologetically sexy collection of 30 taboo short stories that explore the desires we hide behind closed doors. Every story is a sin dressed in silk. Every character is someone you shouldn’t want but do. And every ending leaves you aching for more. These are the fantasies you never say out loud. The confessions you’d only whisper in the dark. And the kind of love you’re not supposed to crave. Read if you dare. Want more when you're done.

Diego strolled into his apartment, his heels clinking softly against the marble floor. He tossed his blonde wig on the couch, and his soft fingers propelled forward to count the dollar bills in his hands. “You're out crossdressing again?” His uncle, Roberto, a tall imposing figure with gray streaks on his hair walked into the room. “I might just have the perfect job for you,” Roberto chuckled softly and tossed a gun at Diego. “What?!” Diego's breath hitched in his throat as he swallowed the weight of the mission his uncle proposed. Cross dressing was one thing that Diego did with ease. There was no way he could do what his uncle requested; assassinating the infamous mafia lord of the Rocco empire. He stood in front of a mirror, holding the gun that Roberto had handed to him. There was no way that this soft and delicate hand could pull a trigger. Diego didn't expect that the mafia lord he was set up against was going to be a man who'll make his heart flutter. He tried to resist, bracing himself to complete his mission. But things only got heated when he found himself “entangled in the rival's hold.”

Tamara adalah gadis cantik yang kesepian karena tidak memiliki saudara kandung, dan ia hanya tinggal dengan Bundanya yang sibuk bekerja. Menurutnya, ia harus memiliki seorang kekasih agar hidupnya tidak kesepian. Tak heran jika banyak lelaki yang hanya main main saja dengannya. Terlebih ia sering mengalami hubungan yang toxic, karena dirinya sangat takut ditinggal dan nanti akan kesepian lagi. Maka ia rela menyakiti kebebasannya agar hanya untuk tidak merasa sepi lagi. Kemudian ia bertemu dengan sorang pria yang kepribadiannya sangat amat baik. Tentu saja pria ini membantunya untuk keluar dari lingkaran setan tersebut. Lalu, mereka berdua sama sama belajar tentang apa itu saling membahagiakan, dan merasa di cintai satu sama lain.

Demen sama temen sendiri? Baiknya diperjuangkan atau dipendam? Shakira Widuri dan Soni Pratama akan memilih jalan mana yang mereka ambil.

Her silky hair was a mess. Her makeup, ruined. Her dress wrinkled like she slept on it. She was there, but her mind, elsewhere. Her eyes went to me. Her lips curled into a lazy smile. In every step she gave, my heart sank thinking she would fall. “What happened to you? Are you okay?” I rushed towards her. Her face twisted with disgust. “Oh, perfect Bella. The golden girl. Always correct. Always the best.” “What…” “Perfect Bella. Has the best grades. She doesn't have to fight to get into college, colleges fight over her.” “Emma, you are drunk.” “Perfect Bella doesn't drink. She is as pure as water. Saint Bella.” Her eyes glinted. “Perfect Bella doesn't sleep with her best friend's husband.” My body froze as a wave of chill ran through my spine. “What… what are you talking about?” She leaned in, her breath thick with alcohol, “Where do you think Marcus is? Why do you think I can barely walk straight? Is it hard to believe he took me and not you to that bad that was supposed to be yours?” My heart clenched. Tears started forming in my eyes. It didn't take long till they gave up to gravity. He… he didn't. We'd promised this morning. He couldn't. “He wouldn't.” ***** It's been a year, but the scars are still there. My past echoing in my head reminding me of everything that happened since that day. Every time I open my eyes in the morning to see... nothing. “You only get hurt by the ones you love the most.” “You only get betrayed by the ones you trust the most.” What happens when these two misbeliefs collide? ***** I hope I wrote this book good enough to make you feel it. Obrigada.☺️