Novel Story

"I am Victoria Katherine Mera! I am the villainess of this story, you should hate me!" After facing death, Ciara was reincarnated to her favorite romance novel entitled, 'Roses & Thorns'. But she didn't expect to be reincarnated as Victoria Mera, the main antagonist of the story who is destined to be dead at the hands of Nixon (the male lead). Afraid of facing another death, she did her best to live her life to the fullest and avoid death as much as possible.

[Sayembara! Dicari, anak perempuan yang hilang! Pewaris utama keluarga Rivaldo. perempuan, usia 19 tahun pada tahun ini. Ciri-ciri fisik, memiliki tahi lalat di bagian punggung! Bagi yang merasa memiliki tanda spesifik tersebut, silakan isi data di website dan sertakan lampiran data diri yang meyakinkan!] Ameera menatap postingan viral di salah satu sosial media. Sasha menunjukkan itu padanya. Dia diminta untuk daftar, secara sejak kecil, Ameera tidak tahu orang tuanya. Hanya saja, Ameera tidak berminat. Baginya hidupnya yang sekarang sudah nyaman. Lagipula, jika orang tuanya memang sayang, kenapa harus membuangnya. Karena itu, Ameera menolak untuk daftar meski tanda-tanda yang dicari oleh orang kelima terkaya di Indonesia itu, ada padanya. Namun, siapa sangka, Sasha---sahabatnya, diam-diam mendaftarkan Ameera. Apakah benar Ameera adalah putri konglomerat yang dibuang? Ataukah itu hanya postingan untuk mencari sensasi belaka? Bagaimana sikap Ameera ketika ternyata dirinya terpilih untuk bertemu dengan orang kelima terkaya itu untuk test DNA?

Kondisi negara yang tidak baik-baik saja di tahun 1998, mendorong Rega Simbala, mahasiswa yang memiliki jiwa patriotik tinggi terhadap tanah air, bergerak menuju gedung DPR/MPR untuk demonstrasi. Pagi itu, Rega bertemu Aisha-gadis bercadar keturunan Tionghoa, yang sedang menyelamatkan diri setelah terjadi peristiwa kerusuhan. Ketakutan Aisha yang membawanya menggunakan pakaian serba hitam, membawa pula gadis itu pada pergolakan batin tentang keyakinan. Seiring berjalannya waktu kedekatan mereka semakin intens. Baik Aisha maupun Rega sama-sama memiliki perasaan yang sama. Namun tentu saja terbentur oleh keyakinan. Saat Aisha memutuskan menjadi mualaf, keluarganya membawa paksa Aisha dalam pelarian mereka ke luar negeri, selain mereka juga menentang kedekatan Aisha dengan Rega sang muslim pribumi. Bagaimanakah kelanjutan kisah cinta mereka? Temukan jawabannya disini.

"Mama, aku tak mau menikah dengan Igo. I hate him!" Ciara menghentak-hentakkan kakinya memprotes perjodohan yang telah divoniskan atas dirinya dan Rodrigo. Semenjak masih SMP, mereka sudah jadi musuh bebuyutan seperti Tom and Jery. Rodrigo alias Igo, sama halnya dengan Cia. Pemuda itu mengamuk karena tahu orang tuanya menjodohkan dia dengan gadis pecicilan yang selalu menentangnya di sekolah. "Ma, yang bener aja? Tuh cewek nggak tipeku banget, bisa-bisa Igo masuk RSJ kalo dia jadi biniku!" Lantas bagaimana jika mereka HARUS SEKAMAR DAN SERANJANG untuk selamanya? Ditambah lagi Igo dan Cia berusaha merahasiakan status mereka yang notabene laki-bini dari teman secircle pergaulan mereka demi menjaga muka masing-masing. Akankah yang benci itu tidak berubah menjadi bucin? Yuk baca kisah cinta muda-mudi masa kini ini hanya di karya terbaru Agneslovely2014, Sleep With My Enemy. Happy reading!

I worked for a restaurant, and our boss loved making empty promises about giving us restaurant shares. The boss said we would start with zero shares, but we could earn 0.01% for every two hours of overtime, covering someone else’s work or saving the restaurant 1,000 bucks. I suggested she write this down in an official document and have someone track it properly. She just smiled and told everyone to work harder. She never actually put it in writing. The experienced staff did not believe her, but one prep cook took it seriously. At the end of the year, he went to the boss to claim his shares. The boss said, “Sorry, the head chef told me there’s no official document, so it doesn’t count. You can’t claim any shares.” The prep cook worked hard all year and got nothing for it, so he took his anger out on me. The day before I was going home for the New Year, he killed me with a knife. “If you hadn’t said it doesn’t count without an official document, this whole restaurant would’ve been mine!” I lay in a pool of blood. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day the boss first made those empty promises.

May nag-post ng pagtatapat ng pag-ibig para sa akin sa confession wall ng college. Pero nag-iwan ang nobyo ng kahati ko sa kwarto ng komentong nakipagtalik na ako sa bawat lalaki sa campus. Galit na galit ako at handa nang tumawag ng pulis. Nagmakaawa ang kahati ko sa kwarto na patawarin ang nobyo niya, nangangakong uutusan niya itong manghingi ng paumanhin sa confession wall. Pero bago dumating ang paumanhin na iyon, isang sensitibong video ang nagsimulang magkalat sa mga group chat. Sinasabi ng lahat na ako ang babae sa video. Ipinatawag ako ng college para sa makipag-usap at iminungkahi kong kumuha ako ng leave of absence. Pag-uwi ko, tumanggi ang mga magulang ko na kilalanin ako bilang kanilang anak. Nawala sa akin ang lahat. Kinain ako ng depresyon, at kasama ng walang katapusang tsismis, nawalan na ako ng pag-asa at winakasan ang buhay ko. Pagkamulat ko ulit ng mga mata ko, iyon ulit ang araw na unang lumitaw ang pangalan ko sa confession wall.

I donated 45 million to the city's best kindergarten, but my daughter failed the enrollment interview. She was a polymath. Furious, I demanded an explanation from admissions. She hurled an assessment file at my face. "Your daughter's brilliant, but you're the exact opposite! You're dead last among the parents!" She continued, "The others have tech domes! You're nothing but a regular Ivy League graduate! Your degree's worth about as much as toilet paper!" The other teachers laughed as well. "If we admit her daughter, it's going to look bad on the other kids. She can't take that responsibility." "Yeah, I can't believe she's demanding an explanation from Ms. Johnson. Her husband is the kindergarten's biggest stakeholder. He can make sure her daughter has nowhere to go." The admission teacher shoved me away. With disdain in her eyes, she said, "Out of my sight if you know what's good for you. My husband is picking me up in his Rolls-Royce. His car plate alone is worth more than your life! It's lucky 777! Only one in Georgeport!" Three sevens? That was my husband's car. I laughed mirthlessly and texted my husband. "I had no idea you had another wife behind me."

The day I went to try on my wedding suit, a stranger stormed into the VIP fitting room and drove a knife into my gut. "Sleeping with my woman, and you dare wear a suit this expensive?" He ripped my shirt into ribbons with a wild grin and threw sulfuric acid straight at me. The knife was buried deep in my abdomen. Pain ripped through me as I collapsed. He yanked my hair, forcing my head up. "Susan Lefebvre is my wife. What the hell are you? Just some filthy side piece hiding in the shadows!" Blood dripped from my fingertips as the truth sank in. The fiancée I'd loved for seven years had been cheating on me all along. "What are you staring at?" He sneered. "Even if I kill you, no one can touch me. My wife runs this city!" Watching that arrogant face twist in triumph, I took out my phone with a trembling, blood-soaked hand and dialed my sister. "Allison," I said, my voice cold and calm. "Come pick me up at the bridal salon. And tell the Lefebvres that the engagement is off."

It was a national holiday and we decided to drive back to my husband's hometown to spend the holidays. One day before we left, my husband's childhood crush came crying to him that she had not managed to buy train tickets home. My husband immediately decided to let her have my seat in the car and insisted that I take the train instead. I looked at him in disbelief. There was shock in my eyes. Even my son insisted I take the train. "Mommy, Aunt Rosie is so pretty. How could you make her take the train?" I did not argue. I booked my train ticket right in front of them. However, it was to my own hometown. I no longer wanted a biased husband and a disloyal son.

After I turn five years of age and have my very own phone, I start receiving strange messages every single day. For some reason, the sender keeps referring to me as their mom. At 3:00 am, they send me another message. "Mom, I saw you in my dreams again. The rain is seeping into the attic. My stepmom told me to use a rag to soak up all the water, but the rag is too small. Even though I tried to wipe it up all night, it still wouldn't dry. Mom, I'm so cold and hungry. I miss you so much…" I tilt my head, looking at the rain pouring outside the window. I then earnestly reply, "Don't be scared, sweetheart. Where are you right now? I will bring you something yummy!"