Olaf Hugging

"Let's be clear. While I stay here, no kissing, no hugging," Aiden Anderson said without breaking his gaze at Jessamine, his best friend since third grade. "You're my best friend... You're like a sister to me and my only family. I don't want to be reckless and lose you in the end." "I was only teasing you, Aiden. I'm not losing you as well. You're the only man I trust besides my father," Jessamine assured him. Jessamine turned her back on him, fighting the tears, unsure why her heart was disappointed. A part of her brain said she would rather die with heartache than admit to him that she wished there was more to their friendship, but her heart screamed something else. She wanted to be reckless with him and gave her heart the freedom to love him more than best friend, but how could she admit to him she loved him when Aiden assured her he would disappear from her forever if they crossed the boundary of their friendship?

“I want a divorce!” Angela said, staring at her young and handsome husband with her head high. “You had the nerve to tell me that? Fine! Who wants to stay married to an ugly and stupid woman?” Sky Mars scoffed, looking at her from head to toe. “How much do you want from me?” He asked, thinking she only married him for his money. “I don’t need your money, Sky. Only that,” Angela pointed at the beautiful handmade quilt on the bed. “Not only you’re ugly and stupid, but you’re also crazy. Take this, sign the divorce papers, and don’t ever come back,” He took the blue peacock design comforter on the bed, throwing it at her. She picked up the quilt that landed on the floor and turned her back on him, hugging the soft fabric as she walked toward the door. She did not bother correcting him that she is not ugly and stupid, but crazy? Maybe. She was probably insane falling in love with Sky, that not only the name and status is beyond her reach but also his heart.

I had been married for five years, but my belly remained flat—no sign of a child. Then, on my 35th birthday, I suddenly found out I was pregnant. When I shared the good news with my husband, he flew into a rage. Instead of being happy, he accused me of carrying someone else's baby. Only then did I learn he had a mistress. He even claimed he wanted a "real" child—one that truly belonged to him—with her. I thought he was just being irrational and would eventually come to his senses. After getting an amniocentesis, I immediately brought him the paternity test results to prove the baby was his. He came home acting like a changed man—hugging me, kissing me, claiming that he didn't cheat on me. The very next day, he booked a hotel and threw a banquet, announcing to all our friends and family that he was going to be a father. However, when his mistress saw the news, she completely lost it. She showed up with a group of people, blocked me in the street, and—despite my pregnancy—started punching and kicking me. "You shameless woman! How dare you carry my man's child? Are you that desperate to die?"

BLURB "If you weren’t my son’s mate, then I wouldn’t waste a second to brand you, to own you, to keep you by my side forever…" he whispers, hugging me from behind. "But I’m your son’s mate, so what we have can't be forever." "What if I tell you that I’m considering taking you from him forever? What if I tell you that I just may ruin him because I am obsessed with you? What would you say?" "I'd say you’re a greedy monster." He chuckles darkly. "Greedy? Just with you. A monster? Sure. If that’s what I should be to keep you by my side for-fucking-ever." I turn to look at him. He isn’t kidding. No hint of amusement on his taut but handsome face. This whole thing just got scarier. It all started as a one-night mess. My mate had cheated on me with my best friend and I fucked his father in revenge. I was drunk, so you can blame it on the booze. But I think I started what I can’t finish. Because now, I just may never get away from my mate’s father who has an uncanny obsession with me.

In the last life, Ming Yue was abandoned and adopted by Qing Family. She was abused and mistreated, more over her adopted father always tried to molest her everytime there was a chance. This made Ming Yue became a gloomy person who never truly lived. Her only friends were ghosts who always kept bothering her day and night. In her twenties, her heart moved due to being saved by a man. A cold and handsome man whose eyes fixed not on her but a woman who had similar face with her. Yes, her twin sister.. Having no hope to have the man's heart, Ming Yue did everything she could to support the man and her twin sister while watching from the sideline with broken heart. She even sacrificed her life for the man. The man who finally realized that the one he truly loved was Ming Yue, made a vow while hugging Ming Yue's cold body. "If there is a next life, I will give all my heart to you." However.. it was different for Ming Yue.. In her last breath, she decided to let all go.. "In this life, I gave my life for you. In the next life, I want to live for myself.." "I won't fall in love with you for the second time.."

"Emory, let me introduce you. He is the one who would be your mate in the future. He would be your true mate." Lately, Emory Abernathy had been feeling a sense of strangeness. She often heard strange whispers and recalled strange memories. Worse, her perception of her surroundings had begun to change. Emory knew that Myles Abernathy—her mate—was on good terms with everyone. Myles was very kind and affectionate. As a result, it had become common for her to see Myles hugging and kissing women around the palace, including sleeping with them. Strangely, Emory now found Myles' habits repulsive. Her chest tightened. There was a feeling she could not put into words. She felt suffocated, her heart was beating incredibly fast, and it all escalated because of one night. Jaxon Rolf Forsythe had always been Emory's natural enemy. Their families, or rather their packs, had been feuding for decades, resulting in a rivalry that kept escalating. Strangely, the tension had sublimated into a suffocating thrill that felt profoundly calming. Emory's body and soul were drawn to Jaxon in a way she could not explain, as if they were bound together by an invisible force. Her heart felt called, but her mind continued to rebel. Inner conflict followed. Emory should have loved Myles and hated Jaxon, but what happened now was the opposite. She was confused and then another voice echoed in her mind. "Don't trust anyone."

Aruna memutar benda kecil di tangannya. "Hewan apa ini?" --- "Itu Olaf, manusia salju." balas Seruni cepat, "Kau pikir apa? Tikus?" ••• Mana yang lebih berbahaya: mencinta CEO berhati es atau ... kehilangan mimpi seumur hidup?" Seruni Kusuma Ningsih, pengangguran akut, upik abu di rumahnya sendiri, dihina ibunya, ditolak puluhan penerbit dan dunia dongengnya runtuh dalam satu hari. Tapi, semangatnya tetap membara, meski impiannya nyaris menjadi abu. Ia terus berjuang demi mimpinya menjadi penulis best seller premium yang mendunia. Seruni, gadis pemimpi yang percaya dongeng seindah Cinderella dan Putri Salju adalah nyata. Tapi, tawaran gila dari sahabatnya mendorong imaji princess-nya terjun ke dasar jurang. Seruni tak pernah menyangka bahwa untuk bertahan hidup dan menyelamatkan mimpinya, ia harus melakukan pernikahan kontrak dengan CEO karismatik, tapi mengerikan. Seorang pemikir akut yang memperlakukan cinta layaknya grafik keuangan. Tinggal serumah dengan pria sedingin Aruna berarti terjebak dalam algoritma logika, sunyi dan wajib taat pada aturan aneh. Mansion mewah itu membuat Seruni terasa seperti tersesat di kutub utara. Dunia sekitarnya hanyalah gletser, tanpa pelukan, tanpa suara tawa dan tanpa ... cinta. Di balik tanda tangan perjanjian absurd itu, mereka sepakat untuk tak boleh jatuh cinta. Tapi, semesta dan pencipta punya rencana lain. Seruni ditugaskan menjadi ghostwriter sang suami sekaligus berpura-pura menjadi istri sempurna di depan publik. Namun, bagaimana jika istri palsu justru akan menjadi cinta sejati. Di tengah konflik batin, proyek rahasia, trauma, kecemburuan, persaingan cinta, hadirnya kekasih masa lalu sang CEO. Seruni menghadapi dilema ketika Juan, foodvlogger ternama menyatakan cinta tulusnya. Kini, Seruni dan Aruna harus memilih antara mempertahankan ego atau ... memperjuangkan cinta yang sejak awal mereka tolak. Ini bukan sekedar cerita cinta. Tapi tentang dua jiwa patah yang saling menyembuhkan di tengah badai yang mereka ciptakan sendiri. Tema: miliarder, istri palsu, ghostwriter, cinta & trauma, impian, penulis, romansa dan cinta sejati.

Waking up crushed under a man, I nearly screamed—until I saw who it was. Adrian. My cold, obsessive husband. The man I spent a lifetime escaping from. In my past life, I trusted the wrong people. Betrayed the only man who ever protected me and died alone. One life ruined me. This one? I’ll ruin everyone who tries again. Now, the game is mine and I write the rules. I'll act sweet. Stay mysterious. And pit every snake against each other. And as for my dangerously obsessed husband? I will tame—wait... WAIT! I was just being a little gentle, why is this tyrant acting like a delicate princess? 'Hey, hey, stop clinging to me! What? You want cuddles? Head pats? You—You are not a cat, Adrian!' … “He’s deathly allergic to strawberries? But he devoured one from my hand like it’s a miracle elixir.” “He has sleeping disorders? But he hugged me and passed out like a lazy cat!” “He’s sulking… because I didn’t hold his hand?” When he saw me hugging my female best friend? He lost his mind. Yanked me into his arms and growled, “Mine,” like a deranged villain in love. I finally understood: no one else ever stood a chance. I was his only obsession.

She heard the door creak open, and her breath caught in her throat. The bed shifted behind her as he lay down, his arm wrapping around her waist. His face buried in her hair, his lips softly exploring her neck. "What—what are you doing?" she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her mind racing with the sudden intimacy. "Hugging my wife," he murmured against her cheek. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine. "This—wasn't part of the deal," she protested weakly, his cologne intoxicating her senses. "Rules are meant to be broken," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Now, face me, wifey. Let me feel your arms around me!" ----------- Powerful, successful and in control. Nothing is out of Viktor Alessandro Rossi's reach. With a Gulfstream jet on standby, and a company that rule the whole city, the world is his oyster. But he's missing just one thing — a wife. According to his late grandfather's will, he must marry at the age of 30 to inherit controlling shares of Rossi industries. Katarina Reed knew she only had herself to blame. She shouldn't have asked for his help. Of course if she'd known he'd request that she be his wife for two years, she'd have hesitated in accepting his help. Because what she had learned from Viktor was that the devil wasn't ugly and terrorizing. He was seductive and captivating. Would she escape the devil's grasp, or forever be bound to him?

My boyfriend, Drew Myers, has proposed to me 99 times. Meanwhile, his childhood sweetheart, Tammy Fowler, has relapsed into depression 99 times. When Drew makes his 100th proposal, Tammy's depression strikes once more. As usual, he picks up Tammy's call, a gentle smile playing on his lips. With a tired sigh, he turns to me and says, "She's having another breakdown. We'll have to put the proposal on hold this time." Despite it being my birthday, Drew starts clearing away the freshly served dishes as if it were any other day. Fearing I might complain, he shoots me a cold, disapproving glance. "I know you're jealous of Tammy, but she's the one who's struggling. You're a soldier. You should be the bigger person and give her some leeway." Not only does Drew want me to eat Tammy's scraps, but he also orders me to bring them climbing gear at midnight. When Tammy shares intimate photos of them hugging online, his only reaction is to lash out at me. "Do you honestly find satisfaction in pushing Tammy to another breakdown? Is this the honor of a soldier? Your cruelty sickens me!" Over and over, he tears down my character and mocks my integrity. But this time, I simply look down at the special forces recruitment letter in my hand and say nothing. Drew remains oblivious. At last, I'm the one who's letting go.