Paving Block Dinding

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

A year ago, my life was simple. I was just Ariel Anthony…a regular college student, cheerleader with decent grades, daughter of a struggling baker, and recently appointed step-sister to a guy I barely knew. Nothing special. Then came the storm. Not just the thunderstorm that trapped me in Professor Grayson's apartment that night, but the storm that followed. The one that's still raging around me, that I created. They don't warn you about men like Luther Grayson in freshman orientation. They don't tell you how a single glance from the right person can make you question everything you thought you knew about yourself. About what you want. About what you'd risk to get it. They also don't warn you about guys like Ethan Cross, with his perfect smile hiding something dark. The kind of guy who's used to getting what he wants and doesn't understand the meaning of the word "no." And no one, absolutely no one…prepares you for what it feels like when the person who's supposed to be your brother looks at you with something else in his eyes. Mom once said I had a gift for making complicated situations worse. If she only knew. My phone buzzed beside me, and I glanced down to see Luther's name on the screen. My heart still jumps every time, even when I'm aware of what could happen if people learned about the two of us. I should ignore it. I should block his number, focus on my classes, help Mom with the bakery, and pretend none of this ever happened. But I'm already reaching for the phone. That's the thing about crossing lines… once you step over them, it's almost impossible to step back. And I've crossed so many lines now, I can't even see where I started.

Anathea Jacobson has had a crush on Gregory Sinclair for ten years. She thinks marrying him is a dream come true. Even if he's just a block of ice now, she'll surely be able to melt him over time. However, all she ever gets is his ice-cold treatment. He's gentle and tender to his true love, but he scorns and neglects her. He also mistreats and humiliates her… Anathea endures it all because they have a son. For his sake, she's willing to cling to her title of Mrs. Sinclair and cage herself in this loveless marriage for the rest of her life. This changes when she's abducted. Gregory spends the night with his true love, and even her beloved son abandons her—he wants to have Gregory's true love as his mother! That's when Anathea sees sense. Her husband will never love her, and her son will never appreciate her. If that's the case, she doesn't want them anymore. She wants to live for herself! … After the divorce, Anathea picks up floral art again. She sets up a company, makes big money, and wins various awards. She wants to give herself all the love she deserves so that she'll go back to being the lively, vivacious woman she once was. Gregory panics when he sees the men surrounding her and vying for her affections. He falls to his knees before her, his eyes rimmed with red as he pleads, "I love you, Nat. Please don't leave me." Anathea sneers. "Your love is too little, too late, Mr. Sinclair." Her son clings to her legs and wails. "Don't abandon me, Mom!" She pushes him away impassively. "Don't call me that. I'm not your mother."

Dania adalah seorang guru yang baru saja ditempatkan di kota masa kecilnya—tempat yang telah ia tinggalkan selama sepuluh tahun. Rasa bahagia menyelimuti hatinya. Ia tak sabar bernostalgia dan bertemu dengan teman-teman lamanya, terutama Anna—sahabat yang ia anggap seperti saudara sendiri. Namun kebahagiaan itu sirna ketika Dania mengetahui kenyataan pahit: Anna telah meninggal dunia dalam sebuah kecelakaan. Kabar duka itu menjadi pembicaraan seluruh kota, sebab suami Anna, tengah mencalonkan diri sebagai walikota. Tragedi tersebut mengguncang citra politiknya. Masyarakat pun mulai bersuara, mendesak Ryan untuk segera mencari pendamping baru. Suatu malam, Mama Wulan—ibu Ryan—datang menemui Dania. Mereka sudah saling mengenal sejak lama, tetapi kunjungan kali ini membawa maksud yang tak disangka: ia melamar Dania untuk menjadi istri Ryan. Dania terkejut. Ia baru tahu bahwa Ryan adalah suami sahabatnya sendiri, Anna. Dengan halus ia menolak, namun bujukan Mama Wulan dan tekanan keadaan membuatnya akhirnya menerima pernikahan itu. Pernikahan mereka bukan karena cinta, melainkan demi menjaga citra. Di mata masyarakat, rumah tangga itu tampak sempurna—padahal di balik dinding megahnya, Dania hidup dalam penjara yang sunyi dan dingin. Lebih menyakitkan lagi, banyak orang menuduhnya merebut tempat sahabatnya sendiri. Hingga suatu hari, hadir Nicho—pria yang dengan tulus menawarkan perhatian dan cinta yang selama ini tak pernah ia rasakan. Dania pun dihadapkan pada pilihan paling sulit dalam hidupnya: bertahan demi nama baik dan harapan cinta yang mungkin takkan datang, atau mengikuti suara hatinya yang ingin bebas dan dicintai.

Pernikahanku dengan ketua mafia, Lorenzo Corsica, selalu terhenti tepat sebelum langkah terakhir. Kami telah bertunangan selama lima tahun dan mengadakan upacara pernikahan sebanyak 32 kali, tetapi setiap kali selalu berakhir dengan kecelakaan di tengah jalan. Hingga upacara yang ke-33, saat prosesi baru berjalan setengah, dinding luar gereja tiba-tiba runtuh dan aku tertimpa hingga masuk ruang perawatan intensif. Tulang tengkorakku retak, aku mengalami gegar otak parah, dan telah menerima lebih dari sepuluh surat pemberitahuan kondisi kritis... Aku berjuang di ambang kematian selama dua bulan sebelum akhirnya berhasil bertahan hidup. Namun, pada hari aku keluar dari rumah sakit, tanpa sengaja aku mendengar percakapan antara Lorenzo dan orang kepercayaannya. "Tuan Muda, jika Anda benar-benar jatuh cinta pada gadis miskin itu, Anda bisa langsung membatalkan pertunangan dengan Nona Chiara. Kekuatan Keluarga Corsica cukup besar untuk membungkam segala gosip. Mengapa Anda harus berulang kali menciptakan kecelakaan seperti ini?" "Dia hampir saja mati." Suara orang kepercayaannya penuh ketidaksetujuan. Lorenzo terdiam lama sebelum akhirnya berkata, "Aku juga nggak punya pilihan... Sepuluh tahun lalu, Tuan dan Nyonya Moreto menyelamatkanku dengan nyawa mereka. Aku hanya bisa membalas budi melalui pertunangan." "Tapi aku mencintai Sophia. Selain dia, aku nggak ingin menikahi siapa pun." Aku menatap bekas luka yang memenuhi tubuhku dan menangis tanpa suara. Ternyata semua penderitaan yang kualami bukan karena nasib yang kejam, melainkan hasil perhitungan matang dari pria yang kucintai. Jika dia tidak sanggup membuat pilihan, aku yang akan mengakhiri semua ini untuknya.

The day I win a brand-new BMW, I suddenly receive a call from myself, ten years in the future. "Kieran will ask to borrow your car in a bit. And whatever you do, do not lend it to him. He intends to use it to pay off his gambling debt." Even with such an impossibility happening to me, I do not doubt a thing. When Kieran asks for my keys, I shut him down at once. That very night, he drives his old beater car to visit our parents. Along the way, he loses control of the car and collides with another vehicle. Just like that, he slips into a coma. The guilt hit me so hard that I eventually pass out. Mom and Dad stay by my side day and night until I can stand on my own two feet again. But the future version of me sounds cold when she calls again. "They only want to push you onto an operating table. They want your heart to save him!" Growing suspicious, I check their bags and find a donor report. Rage burns through me. I immediately block them on all platforms and throw them out of my home. When news that Kieran dies from blood loss arrives, I learn that they only ever needed my blood—not my heart. I try to find them to tell them the truth and apologize for my mistake. But the mysterious phone rings again. "They hate you because Kieran died. If you go to them now, they will drag you into a suicide pact." I freeze at the revelation, then tell my future myself that I will wait until they calm down. Later, I learn that a thief breaks into their home and kills them. I try to rush over and see them one last time, but a truck hits me and kills me on the spot. I die without ever understanding why the version of me from ten years in the future wanted me dead. When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day I won the prize.

Nicholas Hunt loves testing me a lot. When I just graduated from university, he tried to make me take on a five-million-dollar house mortgage. After I turned him down, Nicholas was quick to buy Yvonne Myers, the campus belle, a villa that was worth eight million dollars. It was even paid in full. As he held the property deed, he told me, "The truth is, I'm super rich. I've been pretending to be poor just so I can test your integrity. "It's a shame that you never passed my test. I'm very disappointed in you, Elizabeth. Let's break up." I just smiled at him casually. Then, I walked away without hesitation. What a coincidence. I'm the daughter of the richest man in the country. I, too, had been pretending to be poor. Four years later, we bump into each other at the Fortune List Summit. At that time, Nicholas has just squeezed into the top 50 rank. He walks into the venue with Yvonne clinging to his arm. It's then he notices me. I'm wearing plain-looking clothes without any jewelry adorning me, and I happen to be holding a child. Thinking that I'm a nanny, Nicholas begins mocking me. "Wow, you really went all out just to steal one more glance at me, huh? I can't believe you're able to follow me all the way here. "You should learn to accept reality, though. I'm on the Fortune List, while you're working as someone else's nanny. The gap between us is far too wide, so you should stop dreaming already!" I just ignore Nicholas in favor of resenting my dad for making me attend this stupid event. After all, I've just managed to block out one full day just to spend time with my son, and yet I have to waste my precious time on this dumb event.

Di Bandara..... "aku dan kamu berbeda, Rin, kita berdua hanya di takdirkan untuk saling mencintai, tapi tidak saling memiliki." ucap Zeyna yang mengucapkan salam perpisahan pada Rin di hadapan pria itu secara langsung. "kalau begitu, biar aku yang mengubah takdir itu, aku akan mengubahnya demi dirimu, Zeyna." ucap Rin. Zeyna menggelengkan kepala nya sebagai jawaban untuk Rin agar berhenti. "cukup Rin, jangan sakiti dirimu lebih jauh lagi, pertemuan kita, murni sebuah takdir untuk sebuah pengalaman saja, bukan untuk bersama. kau milik tuhanmu, dan aku milik tuhanku, kau tidak bisa merebutku dari tuhanku, begitupun denganku." Rin ingin memegang tangan Zeyna, tapi dengan sigap Zey mundur dan menghindari Rin. Zeyna tersenyum, "senang bisa berkenalan dengan mu Rin, dan terima kasih sudah mencintaiku dengan tulus." Zeyna berbalik manarik kopernya dan pergi meninggalkan Rin. air mata terus membasahi pipi Zeyna, kepergiannya sungguh membuatnya sangat sakit. tapi jika terus menetap, maka rasa sakitnya akan sangat luar biasa. ***** Zeyna Arsyilla Savina, seorang wanita muslimah dengan paras cantik dan anggun. menyukai hal hal baru, seperti tempat tempat baru. Zeyna seorang gadis penuh dengan petualangan. sampai di mana dia memilih merantau ke tempat kakak ayahnya, di jepang, harinya berjalan dengan sangat baik, memiliki teman teman yang baik, dan lingkungan yang baik. tapi semua itu perlahan terbatasi saat dia bertemu dengan seorang pria bernama, Rin Kiyotaka. pria yang berhasil mengetuk pintu hatinya akan tetapi, dinding yang sangat sangat besar menghalangi cinta mereka. Akankah Rin dan Zeyna bersama? atau mereka lebih memilih untuk berpisah dan memendam cinta mereka dalam dalam, dan mengikuti alur dari keluarga masing masing?

Ray terhenyak, dia tak bisa berkata-kata lagi, video viral itu membuat band yang dia bangun bersama Ben, John dan sang vocalis Manthis kini di ujung tanduk. Botol minuman yang ada ditangannya langsung di lempar Ray ke dinding dan pecah berantakan. Ingin rasanya dia berteriak sekencang-kencang. "Whyyyyy.....!" teriak Ray, sambil berteriak melihat tayangan infotaiment yang siang malam memberitakan skandal sang vocalis Manthis De Jong. Manthis yang kini sudah ditetapkan tersangka, hanya bisa menunduk, nasi sudah jadi bubur...ancaman hukuman sampai dengan 7 tahun kurungan penjara membayang di matanya. Manthis hanya bisa pasrah, dia terjerembab di saat karirnya sedang berada di puncak. Video affairnya dengan Vina, Hana dan Gerald telah bocor kemana-mana. Saat di sidang, Manthis hanya bisa menunduk, saat wajah sang leader menatapnya dengan penyesalan dan kemarahan luar biasa. "Kau ku pecat...! desis Ray, saat berselisihan dengan Manthis yang sedang di giring dua petugas kejaksaan dan membawanya ke dalam bus tahanan, lalu mengantarnya ke penjara. Pergantian vocalis menghancurkan band yang sempat menjulang tinggi ini, ciri khas Manthis tak tergantikan vocalis manapun, sudah 5 orang vocalis yang keluar masuk, tapi sambutan penggemar mereka sangat dingin. Album The Stollen's jeblok parah. 5 tahun dalam penjara, Manthis pun bebas! Dia harus memulai semuanya dari nol, semua produser mencibirnya, Manthis terpaksa menempuh cara tak di awal karirnya, dia gunakan aplikasi musik di internet...pelan tapi pasti karirnya naik lagi...The Stollen's masih terseok-seok, Manthis makin berkibar. Penggemar fanatik mereka minta Manthis dan Ray 'rujuk' kembali. Akan kah kedua orang ini mau menurunkan ego...demi The Stollen's dan jutaan penggemar fanatik mereka...? Copyright cover: freepik.com

Damien and his ex-wife got divorced five years ago, and then he married me. When I married him, he had a 13-year-old adopted daughter named Lily. After our marriage, Damien treated me exceptionally well and I always treated Lily like my own daughter, even when she occasionally showed hostility towards me, I didn't mind. That's normal for a teenage girl. Until my father was accidentally hit by a car and left in a vegetative state, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Damien and his assistant. "Boss, I don't get it. Why block the craniotomy?" the assistant asked, sounding confused. "The doctors say there’s a high chance he could recover. Why are you insisting on conservative treatment?" "He can't wake up," Damien’s voice was suppressed with pain. "He saw Lily's face." I clamped my hand over my mouth, my fingernails digging deep into my flesh. Lily is the adopted daughter of Damien and his late ex-wife, Sarah. Sarah died saving Damien, so he has always treated Lily with a mix of guilt and utter indulgence. Damien continued, his tone incredibly conflicted. " But Lily didn't do it on purpose! She is only thirteen... If she gets a criminal record, her life is over. Sarah’s only dying wish was for me to take care of Lily and see her grow up safe and sound. I can't give up on her." The assistant fell silent for a few seconds. "And what about your wife?" "I’ll make it up to her," Damien’s voice softened. "I’ll provide her with the most prosperous life, and secure the largest private ward along with the best caregivers for her father who’s suffered from the car accident. I don’t care how much it costs." My heart sank completely. Just because you feel guilty towards Sarah and Lily, you're going to sacrifice my father? With trembling hands, I saved the recording and had my lawyer prepare the divorce papers. But when I completely disappeared, the once powerful CEO went mad.