Ope Ope Fruit

Hidup Kinara Alleta awalnya normal dan baik-baik saja. Namun semua berubah ketika ia menyaksikan sebuah pembunuhan yang dilakukan di parkiran kelab malam tempat diadakannya pesta ulang tahun salah satu temannya. Kinara kira dengan ia berpura-pura diam semua akan baik-baik saja. Tetapi ia salah, hidupnya bertambah runyam ketika ia bertemu dengan lelaki tampan bermata tajam di kantor sang Kakak. Kinara yakin lelaki yang tengah memperkenalkan diri dengan nama William Agrenaf, sama dengan lelaki yang ia temui di parkiran kelab malam itu. Dimana artinya dia adalah sang pelaku. Dan hal paling gila dari semua yang telah terjadi adalah sebuah ajakan menikah tiba-tiba dari lelaki itu di hadapan sang Kakak.

Five years ago, Cyrus Parker cried as he begged me to let his childhood sweetheart, Paige Gallagher, give birth to his child. I agreed, but soon I named my conditions. Paige and her child were to be sent abroad, never to return to this country. At the same time, Cyrus needed to compensate me with half of the Parker family's assets. Everyone called me a materialistic wrench who had her eye on the Parkers' wealth this whole time. As for Cyrus, he'd rather make an enemy out of the entire Parker family just so he could protect that child. Five years later, when I go to a neighboring city on a business trip, I stumble upon a lost boy. So, I take him to the police station and have him contact his family there. The police officer dials the phone number that the boy is able to recite for him. Soon, I hear a familiar voice coming from the phone. "Don't be scared now. I'll come over and pick you up right away." In less than half an hour, Cyrus, who's supposed to be in a business meeting that's taking place thousands of miles away, rushes into the police station. I meet his gaze from my seat on the bench, leaving him stunned. A smile appears on my face as I get up from the bench. "I didn't even know you'd sired another son with another woman behind my back, Cyrus. It seems that you won't be able to keep the other half of your wealth now."

Selama dua tahun pernikahannya dengan Marco, Gia selalu dipandang sebelah mata oleh keluarga suaminya. Ia diperlakukan seperti pembantu dan tidak pernah dihargai sebagai anggota keluarga. Namun, Gia menyembunyikan kekuatan dan kekuasaan yang luar biasa di balik topeng menantu lemah. Ketika Gia mengetahui bahwa Marco dan keluarganya hanya memanfaatkan kepandaiannya dalam mengurus rumah tangga, hatinya hancur. Puncak kekecewaannya terjadi saat ia menemukan bukti bahwa Marco berselingkuh. Merasa dikhianati, Gia memutuskan untuk membalas semua perlakuan buruk yang ia terima.

Emma was raised to become the wife of a man she didn't even know. Forced to marry to end the conflict between the families and finally generate peace. But she could not imagine that she would fall into the arms of Boris Mikhailovich, a ruthless mobster who will do anything to get what he wants. A man who doesn't know what love is, who doesn't mind hurting people. Marriage becomes his personal hell. Emma only wanted to escape to get rid of the prison she was put in. But Boris would not allow her to leave. Emma was his property and nothing and no one could change that.

Suamiku menyuap dokter untuk mentransplantasikan jantung yang mulanya milik putri kami ke putri teman masa kecilnya. Hari itu juga, putriku terkena serangan jantung dan meninggal di pelukanku. Sebaliknya, transplantasi jantung putri teman masa kecil suamiku berhasil. Dia begitu gembira sampai membagikan bonus untuk seluruh karyawan perusahaan. Aku sangat emosi sampai muntah darah. Dokter mengatakan aku menderita leukemia stadium lanjut. Aku tidak punya banyak waktu lagi. Aku pulang dengan hati hancur, memegang guci abu putriku. Namun, suamiku malah ingin berkeliling dunia bersama teman masa kecilnya dan juga putrinya untuk merayakan kehidupan baru mereka.

I'm the female protagonist of a spicy novel. One day, the system tosses me into an innocuous novel to be reformed. What a joke! I turn to the male protagonist. "Hi there. Want to make out?" He has me thrown behind bars and accuses me of molesting him. Much later, he does even naughtier things than the male protagonists in spicy novels do.

Kutemukan ponsel baru milik Mas Bima, tapi anehnya hanya ada satu nama di sana. Pesan yang masuk membuatku shock seketika. Mungkinkah firasatku benar jika dia bermain hati dengan Dinda, adik angkatku?

On the day I was supposed to donate my bone marrow, my mother called me. “You’re pretending to be sick again? We’re just asking you to donate some bone marrow. Why are you acting like we want you to die?” My brother agreed. “How could you be so horrible? You owe her this one! Even if she’s asking you to die, it’s because you deserve it!” Even my boyfriend could not hide his anger. “It’s just a bone marrow donation. We’re not asking you to die. How could you be so selfish?” They did not know that I would indeed die if I donated my bone marrow. Since they wanted me to die so much, so be it.

Some rules are meant to keep us pure. These stories spread your legs and make you beg to break them. Stepbrothers who shouldn’t touch you, but shove you against the wall and make you scream their name. Protectors who swear to guard your body, only to break every oath as they fuck you into the mattress. Strangers who taste like sin and don’t stop until you’re ruined. Masked lovers who hide their faces while they spread you open and make you beg. Even supernatural beasts who mark you, breed you, and take you raw until you’re theirs completely. This isn’t sweet romance. It is raw heat that claws, bites, and devours. Dangerous, possessive men you should run from, but instead, you’ll spread wider, sink deeper, and take every filthy drop they give you. Every page is a dare: moan louder, take more, surrender deeper. Because once you give in to the forbidden, you won’t just fall, you’ll beg to be destroyed. Welcome to your new addiction.

Cuando entré en aquel juego de terror, mi miopía extrema me jugó una mala pasada. Con la poca visibilidad que tenía, a la niña fantasma del vestido rojo la consideré como si fuera mi propia hija. Al Boss lo adopté ni más ni menos que como a mi esposo, y a esas criaturas viejas y extrañas, las traté con esmero al verlas mis propios padres. La primera vez que me topé con el Boss, no pude evitar acercarme y darle un toquecito en los abdominales mientras le decía: —¡Qué cuerpazo te cargas, mi vida! Lástima que estés tan chaparrito... Él soltó una risa bastante tensa, se puso la cabeza que tenía cortada de vuelta en el cuello, y mostrándome los dientes me soltó: —¡Mido un metro ochenta y seis! ¿Y ahora qué me dices?