Perfect In Imperfection

(21+) Elline memercayakan segalanya pada Melvin, pria yang telah menjadi tetangga sekaligus teman dekatnya sejak ia kecil. Suatu hari, ia tidak sengaja bercinta dengan Melvin saat dalam kondisi mabuk. Dan setelah kejadian tersebut, akhirnya ia memutuskan untuk setuju menjalin hubungan asmara dengan sahabatnya itu. Namun, setelah setahun berpacaran, Melvin melakukan hal yang tak pernah ia duga akan Melvin lakukan padanya. Ia memeregoki pria itu selingkuh dengan seorang wanita yang merupakan temannya di kampus. Elline hancur. Satu-satunya pria yang ia percaya telah menyakitinya. Melvin adalah teman, sahabat, sekaligus pria yang paling ia kasihi. Selama ini ia pikir hidupnya yang berantakan karena dirundung trauma masa lalu akan berubah jauh lebih baik setelah ia jatuh cinta pada Melvin. Rupanya ia salah besar! Hingga suatu hari, Elline tidak sengaja berinteraksi dalam konteks yang tak terduga dengan Luke Warren, pria yang dianggap paling berpengaruh bagi hati para wanita di seluruh penjuru New York. Dari interaksi tersebut, tanpa sadar justru mereka bergerak semakin dekat. Tidak ada yang menyangka, bahwa kedekatan itu membuat sebuah fakta mengejutkan terkuak melalui Luke. Fakta tersebut berhasil mengoyak-ngoyak luka basah dari masa lalu dalam diri Elline, sehingga luka itu makin menganga lebar ketika turut melibatkan peran Melvin. Jatuh cinta, kasih sayang, tawa, rasa kecewa, tangis, pengkhianatan, perpisahan, dan segala lika-liku manis-pahit yang tak ada habisnya, terus muncul dari sekitar. Setelah semua pengaruh yang membawa perasaannya terombang-ambing, akan seperti apa nasib Elline dengan orang-orang terdekatnya?

Aiza adalah seorang gadis cantik berkerudung yang sedang melakukan PKL di sebuah sekolah swasta yang sudah ditentukan oleh kampusnya. Selama melaksanakan tugas, ia dan teman-temannya sering merasa jengkel dengan sikap Riyan, anak pemilik Yayasan tersebut. Namun demi sebuah nilai yang baik, mereka harus tetap melaksanakan aturan. Hampir 2 tahun menyelesaikan kuliah, Aiza masih belum mendapat pekerjaan. Ditambah lagi hatinya yang hancur, karena Fadlan pria yang ia sukai ternyata melamar teman baiknya sendiri, Yunita. Akhirnya, Aiza diterima mengajar di sekolah swasta tempat ia melaksanakan PKL dulu. Sikapnya yang cuek dan terkesan menutup diri, justru menarik perhatian Riyan yang kini sudah menduda. Hingga pria yang ia benci itu, secara tiba-tiba datang melamarnya. Bagaimana kisah selanjutnya? Apakah Aiza akan jatuh cinta pada Riyan, pria yang dia benci? Silahkan dibaca...

I was in a car accident while saving my brothers. However, instead of gratitude, they urged the doctors to amputate my legs. "Carol, we're sorry," they said through tears. "We're useless… but don't worry. Even if we have to sell our blood or our kidneys, we'll make sure you're taken care of." Right after surgery, they abandoned me in a shabby apartment. Blood seeped through the sheets as they looked at me with teary eyes—then left in a hurry, claiming they needed to earn money for my treatment. I did not want to drag them down anymore. Enduring the pain, I crawled to the rooftop of a tall building, planning to end my life. That's when I saw it—inside a luxury hotel, a grand celebration was taking place. My brothers were there doting on another girl. She was eating an extravagant cake I had never even dreamed of, wearing a designer princess gown worth a fortune, sparkling with jewels. Everyone called her the Smith family's one and only princess. They had even hired a world-class symphony orchestra to play Happy Birthday just for her. While I lay bleeding in a dingy apartment, they would not spend a few dollars on bandages for me. I watched as my eldest brother gently fed her cake, his eyes full of tenderness. "Jasmine, only you deserve to be our one and only little sister." The second brother placed a tiara on her head with care. "Even for the smallest birthday, we won't let you suffer a single moment of disappointment." The third knelt to help her into a pair of crystal shoes. "Jasmine, you're our most precious darling." Then, standing on the stage, Jasmine held up the black credit card they had gifted her and smiled sweetly. "Brothers," she said, "Carol lost her legs saving you. Maybe you should go see how she's doing?" My eldest brother let out a mocking laugh. "She's not worth it. Now that she's crippled, she'll never be able to compete with you again. She got what she deserved."

After receiving the report for an STD test, I went back to the barbeque restaurant, and there I ran into a young woman who was about three months pregnant. She asked me to let her cut in line, and, feeling sorry for her, I agreed to help her out. I quickly made arrangements for her and made sure she had a seat. But to my shock, after she finished her meal, she had a miscarriage. The girl posted about the incident online, and before I knew it, I was trending on social media, facing a wave of cyberbullying. The internet users went even further, digging up my health records and finding that everything came back positive. [She's positive for everything—she's clearly a woman with a messy private life!] [No wonder she caused the woman's miscarriage just by being near her—she's a biological hazard!] The cyberbullying got so bad that it pushed me into depression. Even my fiancé turned against me, accusing me of being filthy and breaking up with me. The emotional weight became too much, and in my pain, I drove straight into a reservoir. Meanwhile, the girl gained millions of followers online and skyrocketed to fame as a popular influencer. It was only after I died that I learned the shocking truth—this girl was my fiancé's first love. To boost her own popularity, she and my fiancé had come up with this entire scheme together. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day when she asked me to let her cut in line.

I run into my fiancé's childhood sweetheart at the entrance of a bar on Valentine's Day. She's been drugged and is unconscious. This time, I pretend not to see her and leave without another look back. I didn't know who she was in my past life and saved her out of kindness. Then, I accidentally saw my fiancé's name tattooed on her collarbone. I thought it was just a misunderstanding until I answered her phone and heard my fiancé's voice on the other end of the line. I hung up out of jealousy and anger. I ignored the 99 calls he gave me. I took his childhood sweetheart to one of my family's hotels and made sure she was well taken care of before leaving. Unexpectedly, she was violated that night. She committed suicide out of shame. My fiancé acted like nothing happened after hearing of this. He proceeded to give me a grand wedding. Then, when I found out I was pregnant, he broke my legs and locked me up at home. I broke down and asked him why he was doing this. He laughed manically. "Averie wouldn't have been violated if not for you. She wouldn't have taken her own life! It's all your fault!" To my surprise, when I open my eyes again, I find myself back to the day I run into Averie Lancaster outside the bar.

On the third day after my death, my body was sent to the police station in different packages. Jonathan Walsh, my husband, and Frank Stone, my junior at work, saw my corpse and frowned. “If only Elena were here, she would have been able to find some clues.” Frank sighed as he stared at my horribly mangled remains. “Don’t mention her. She’s not even worthy of being a forensic scientist!” I stared at my husband with a conflicted look. He analyzed each part of my body and deduced the manner of my death with familiar ease. “The murderer is a monster…” Frank’s face turned pale, and he sighed again. Jonathan calmly used all that I had taught him and perfectly pieced out the entire process of my death based on the clues from my dismembered body. I could not help but feel proud. Unfortunately, he was still a little off the mark. He did not manage to figure out that this body belonged to me, his wife.

When the village chief delivered the items for my wedding, my fiancé's adopted sister, who was the apple of his eye, suddenly burst into tears. She cut my wedding dress and smashed the wardrobe that my older brother made for me. Every time I was about to lose my temper, my fiancé, who was also my childhood sweetheart, would immediately side with her. He claimed that she was still young and did not understand jealousy; she was just insecure. Even my own brother defended her, saying I had a birth brother who doted on me. It would not hurt to give in to her. When an earthquake happened, they both ran to her and protected her tightly beneath their bodies. Meanwhile, I was trapped under the ruins for three days and three nights. My brother and fiancé tried every possible way to cheer up her, leaving the villagers to rescue me instead. When they looked at me with wounds all over my body, they only said, "Don't overthink it. Jenn is timid and frightened. We couldn't leave her alone." I was on bed rest for a month, but not once did I see them. Only the village chief came to see me. He tried to persuade me, saying, "You're the first college student in our village. Are you really going to give up on your studies just to get married? This—" I interrupted him, "I made my decision before you came. I'll report to the college on time!"

On her first day at work, a new colleague uploaded a 500-million-dollar property purchase agreement to the company group chat. The message was accompanied by the caption: “Thanks for the gift for my first day at work, Dad!” She quickly deleted it, following up with, “Sorry, wrong chat!” I frowned, recognizing the contract immediately. It was the same property my father gifted me for my birthday a month ago. Some sharp-eyed colleagues noticed the contract number and chimed in. “I have a relative in real estate. I remember this property. Our chairman bought it recently!” “So, the heiress has joined us to experience life. Forgive your humble servant for not recognizing you!” The chat was soon filled with flattering remarks. Even my stingy and miserly husband joined in. I felt a coldness in my heart and couldn’t help but respond in the group chat, “I recall the president always opposing ostentatious displays of wealth and advocating humility. This heiress seems to veer away from his usual philosophy.” Instead of support, I faced attacks from my husband and others. “Look at you being so poor and petty. How could you ever compare to Grace? Why did I ever marry someone so shortsighted?” “As if you know the president that well! I think you’re just jealous that Grace was born with a silver spoon!” I sneered coldly and, without hesitation, dialed the president’s number right in front of everyone. “Dad, I heard we’re not that close, hmm?”

Jika pria memiliki sebutan 'caligynephobia' untuk ketakutan mereka terhadap wanita cantik. Lantas mengapa wanita tidak diberi sebutan untuk ketakutan yang serupa? Kehidupan sekolah Eritha yang seharusnya dipenuhi romansa, kini harus terganggu dengan trauma yang bahkan tidak memiliki nama tersebut. Ia akan pusing, mual bahkan pingsan jika berdekatan dengan pria yang ideal pada pemandangannya. Bahkan ia langsung terbaring pingsan ketika ia memulai kehidupan barunya dan mendapatkan pernyataan cinta dari seorang pria sombong bernama Arlando. Kenapa pria itu terus mengikutinya setelah terus menerus membuatnya pingsan? Bagaimana jika semua orang tahu trauma yang sudah susah payah ia rahasiakan? Apapun yang terjadi, kami harus berjarak!

(21+) Christopher Alexander. Pria berdarah dingin keturunan Asia yang tak akan segan membunuh siapa saja yang akan menghalangi jalannya dan mengganggunya. Tampan dan digilai banyak wanita. Tapi tidak ada yang tau bahwa pria itu sangatlah kejam tidak berperasaan. Lalu pertemuannya yang disengaja dengan gadis berkebangsaan Rusia yang saat itu sedang berkunjung ke Thailand. Sarah Alana Benjamin, orang-orang terdekatnya memanggilnya Cala. Gadis ceria yang menyukai Travelling. Seketika keceriaan itu sirna ketika dirinya bertemu dengan Christopher. Pria kejam berhati iblis. Dan Cala sangat membencinya. Selamat menikmati kisah Christop dan Cala