Open When You Re Bored

Nayla Samira Huri Seorang janda yang diceraikan suaminya karena dianggap tidak bisa memberikan keturunan 12 tahun lalu. Setelah menjanda ia meninggalkan Indonesia dan memulai bisnisnya hingga ia berkenalan dengan mantan Istri Wisnuaji Widiatmaja yang sering menceritakan kehidupan rumah tangganya dulu, seiring waktu tanpa sadar Samira telah mencintai Wisnuaji Widiatmaja tanpa pernah bertemu apalagi mengenalnya secara pribadi. Wisnuaji Widiatmaja Seorang pria yang betah menduda hampir tiga dekade lamanya. Ia lebih memilih membesarkan putra semata wayangnya tanpa ingin memiliki pasangan lagi di hidupnya karena ia merasa hidupnya kini telah bahagia tanpa perlu memiliki pendamping.  *** Lalu bagaimana Kehidupan mereka saat akhirnya Wisnuaji bertemu dengan Samira?

When a small town woman collides with the most dangerous man in the city, sparks ignite and nothing will ever be the same. Grace Adams has spent her life carefully avoiding chaos. But when she crosses paths with Damien Blackwood billionaire, rule-breaker, and the kind of man who makes sin look like salvation her world tilts. Damien isn’t the type to take no for an answer. He’s powerful, magnetic, and determined to unravel every wall Grace has built around her heart. But Grace knows men like him only bring heartbreak… and she’s already been burned once. What begins as a dangerous game of resistance quickly spirals into something darker, deeper, and far more intoxicating. The harder Grace pushes him away, the harder Damien pulls her in. And when shadows from her past resurface jealous ex-lovers, secrets she thought buried, and enemies that even Damien can’t control Grace must face the ultimate question: Will she run from the fire, or let it consume her? 🔥 When Fire Meets Grace is a sweeping, addictive romance filled with passion, danger, betrayal, and the kind of love that can’t be tamed. Perfect for fans of Colleen Hoover, Ana Huang, and Sylvia Day.

When two women have an encounter at a train station, they strike up a powerful bond which causes them to miss every train but when the last one arrives, will they continue to live their burning passion or say their last goodbyes and illustrate a forgotten love.

"Please… stop pushing. I can't move." The concert crowd was packed and restless, bodies pressed tightly together. I found myself too close to the girl in front of me. She wore a short skirt that brushed against me every time the crowd surged. What caught my attention was how close we were: the faint warmth of her body through the thin fabric made my pulse quicken. For a brief moment, I thought I felt her react too, as if she sensed the same strange tension hanging between us.

My sister accompanies me when I go for my premarital medical checkup. When I'm preparing a urine test, I hear embarrassing sounds coming from the cubicle next door. I'm about to leave when I hear the conversation. "Keep it in you, Willow. We're doing this again if it slips out." The voice belongs to my fiancé, Zachary Hilton. The woman to whom he's speaking is Willow Langley, my sister. I dial his number hysterically to see whether it really is him, but my calls go unanswered. All I hear is the incessant ringing of a phone next door and moans alongside it. I'm rooted to the spot, too stunned to do anything. Zachary once vowed to love me for life, yet he's doing something like this with Willow prior to our wedding. The moans and pants next door take a long time to subside. Once I hear them leave, I call home, my face wet with tears. "Mom, change my husband-to-be to Thomas Hilton, Zachary's youngest uncle. I don't want to have anything to do with Zachary anymore."

Even when he was a pup, Carlos never even dreamed that he would find his soulmate. Thoughts like that were better left to his hopelessly romantic best friend and partner in crime, Leo. It's a one in a million chance, but a twist of fate brings a strange wolf into Carlos’s life and it changes things forever.

Two years ago, I was one of the Disease Control Agency's best researchers. But while I was investigating a batch of virus samples with unsequenced genetic codes, my husband's true love burned me to death. She poured rubbing alcohol over the virus samples she accidentally dropped and rendered me unconscious with diethyl ether. Then, she set the lab on fire and burned everything to a crisp. When the agency's other employees led the firefighters to the scene, she cried and claimed I'd stolen the virus samples after colluding with an unknown organization. A month later, an odd and aggressive virus spread throughout the city, leading to countless deaths. My husband, Ethan Carter, denounced and severed ties with me before getting together with his true love. The whole city turned on me, crying for my blood. Everyone said I was a spy from an external power. That changes when three daring high school students accidentally stumble upon the cordoned-off lab. They discover my charred body inside.

After I studied and lived in Descensio for five years, I finally graduated and was ready to return to my home country to take over my dad's company. When I arrived at the Sullivan Group building, I took a picture and posted it on my Instagram story with the caption. 'Since you're the man I love most, I'm here to see you immediately after graduation.' Yet, a woman appeared out of nowhere and slapped me as soon as I arrived at the company's lobby. "It's her! She's the hussy! She had seduced my husband back in high school. Now that my husband has become the director, she shamelessly showed up here to flirt with him. So, I want you girls to beat her up. I'll take the blame if anything happens." While the woman was cooking up a story about me seducing Marcus Lane, a director of Sullivan Group, others around simply looked on coldly and judged me. She slashed my limited-edition bag to pieces and smashed the expensive seal I wanted to give my dad. "You're just a gold digger wearing and buying fake luxury goods. It's just a few hundred dollars. I can still afford to pay you." However, little did she know that everything I had was real. Even if she and her director husband worked for the rest of their lives, they would never be able to afford to pay for the damages.

My parents used the compensation money from my sister's car accident to buy a four-room house, but they only let me stay in the bathroom. My twin brothers, who were not even a year old, each had their own room. When the twins grew up, they got into a car accident. One of them needed a corneal transplant, the other needed a heart. My parents begged me to donate and save them. When I tried to escape, they betrayed me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the time just after my sister's death. I sought justice for my sister and myself, and made my parents pay for what they had done.

It's wrong what we do but each time it's stronger than us, it's deliciously and perfectly wrong the future husband of my former friend is my ultimate sin