Ode Poems

Billionaire supermodel Revekah Rustova moves in the shadows of fame, hiding her identity from cameras and threats that won’t stop chasing her. She ends up hiring Lucien Darwin, a sharp-tongued assistant who challenges her authority instead of submitting to it. Their arguments spark an intense, dangerous chemistry neither of them can fully control. And as the tension rises, so does the danger closing in on Revekah’s world. But why does Lucien seem to know more than he admits? Why is he so determined to protect her? And how long can they fight each other before one of them breaks—and their secrets explode?

Aryo mahasiswa tampan yang terkenal playboy di kampusnya begitu mudah menaklukan hati wanita, kecuali gadis bernama Dona. Ia sampai minta bantuan sahabatnya Ode sang pujangga kampus dan Dido yang lihai sebagai paparazzi, mereka menjalankan misi sebagai Kurir Cinta demi mendapatkan cinta Dona. Petualangan asmara tersebut berhasil tapi berakibat nilai kuliah ketiganya anjlok. Aryo dan Dona jadian, bahkan ingin menikah muda meski ditentang orang tua mereka. Setelah Aryo dan Dona berusaha keras meyakinkan keluarga, akhirnya pernikahan direstui. Tetapi di usia pernikahannya yang masih terbilang muda, terjadi keretakan rumah tangga Aryo dan Dona, pertengkaran hebat berujung cerai. Kedua orang tuanya sangat marah, tidak setuju perceraian. Apakah Aryo dan Dona jadi bercerai? Bagaimana dengan upaya Ode dan Dido yang coba mencegah perceraian sahabatnya karena tidak ingin usaha mereka selama ini sia-sia? Apakah persahabatan mereka tetap utuh atau malah hancur? Baca keseruan kisah komedi romantis Kurir Cinta. Beri vote, komentar dan rating ya.

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”

Tunnels deconstructs the individual’s Romantic fascination with ‘love’ or the grammaticality of beauty. Ideally, the ‘tunnels’ in the collection are subterranean love poems from the suburban imaginary. These seemingly syntactic tunnels travel through one’s literary imagination or heterotopic dreamscapes, and while αγάπη (Greek for ‘love’) inspires these rhizomic tunnels to navigate the abysmal ‘meta-spectacle’ of gesture, language or moment of poemness, the mind like the many-colored jeepneys of Manila, where driving past roast goose restaurants in Shek Kip Mei or spotting stilt houses in Kampong Kleang, attempt to explore the transgeneric textualities of the everyday, alongside the unstructurality of time and space, the littoral and the liminal.

While cleaning Desmond Maynard's house, I accidentally knocked over his mother's keepsake. He once told me it was his most precious possession. But when I picked it up, hundreds of love letters spilled out. There were beautiful poems, passionate lyrics, and heartfelt confessions. He had written one letter a week without stopping. On the back of each one wrote a line: To My Love, Bunny. The nickname rang a bell. It was his junior in college. Things started to make sense. I slaved away for 13 years, running his household and caring for his family, but Desmond never even said he liked me. That was because he already had someone he liked. I sorted the letters by date, put them back, and grabbed my phone to make a call. "Mom, I'm in for the marriage proposal."

Cette histoire relate la vie amoureuse d'une jeune femme nommée Marie. Elle perdit son mari Ethan dont elle était éperdument amoureuse lors dans un accident de circulation alors qu'ils se rendaient en voyage pour célébrer leur deuxième anniversaire de mariage. Un an après elle se remit tant bien que mal de cette perte et découvrit qu'elle était amoureuse de son patron qu'elle détestait tant. Il finit par lui avouer son amour mais elle était inquiète et se posait constamment une question... Puis-je aimer de nouveau ???