Perfect Peace: A Novel

“Jangan lewat sana!” Amira menarik tangan Raga keras. Dia melotot saat melihat Raga menepis tangannya. “Kalau mau narik perhatian cowok, tidak harus begini.” Raga sinis menatap. “Aku akan melaporkan kamu sebagai penguntit.” Amira menendang kaki Raga karena terlampau kesal. “Ya sudah, pergi sana kalau kamu mau mati!” ketus Amira tidak peduli. Raga tidak tahu saja kalau Amira bisa melihat masa depan. Lima belas menit lagi, akan ada penjahat yang menangkap cowok itu. Biar saja. Menolong Raga pun tidak ada untungnya buat Amira.

Di abad ke-9 Masehi, Kerajaan Mataram Fiksi yang berada di kawasan sekitar pegunungan Tengger menghadapi bencana besar—kemarau panjang yang menyebabkan kegagalan panen dan serangan misterius dari makhluk gaib yang muncul dari hutan belantara. Raden Jayaningrat, pangeran muda yang menyembunyikan kemampuan istimewa untuk memahami bahasa tumbuhan, mulai menemukan bahwa dirinya terkait erat dengan Batu Akar Raja—batu sakral kerajaan yang hilang dan dipercaya bisa menyelamatkan alam serta masyarakat. Dalam perjalanan mencari kebenaran, Raden bertemu dengan Dewi Shinta Sari, penyihir alam yang menjaga gerbang menuju Bumi Akar—wilayah bawah tanah yang penuh dengan rahasia sejarah kerajaan. Bersama dengan pendeta tua Mbah Ki Semar yang menyimpan rahasia asal-usul kerajaan, mereka memulai perjalanan yang penuh rintangan ke dunia bawah tanah, menghadapi makhluk gaib dan ujian yang menguji tekad serta keikhlasan mereka. Namun, bahaya tidak hanya datang dari alam. Patih Prabu Kala, penasihat raja yang penuh keserakahan, merencanakan untuk mengambil alih kekuasaan dengan memanfaatkan kekuatan batu akar. Ia menguasai kerajaan dan menyebabkan penderitaan rakyat, membuat Raden dan kelompoknya harus berjuang untuk mengembalikan keadilan serta menyelamatkan batu dari tangan yang salah. Setelah melalui pertempuran hebat dan mengorbankan banyak hal, Raden berhasil mengalahkan Patih Kala dan memimpin kerajaan untuk memulihkan keseimbangan alam serta kehidupan masyarakat. Pada akhirnya, ia harus membuat keputusan berat—apakah akan menyimpan kekuatan batu untuk diri sendiri dan kerajaan, atau mengembalikannya ke Bumi Akar untuk menjaga keseimbangan alam semesta yang abadi. Novel ini mengangkat tema hubungan manusia dan alam, tanggung jawab kepemimpinan, konsekuensi keserakahan, serta cinta yang melampaui batas dunia dan waktu—menawarkan kisah mendalam yang menghubungkan sejarah, budaya, dan fantasi dalam karya berkualitas premium untuk pembaca yang menghargai literasi kelas atas.

⚠️Novel ini masuk dalam kategori 18+ atau mungkin 21+ (Bukan Esek-esek lumer di mulut).  Namun, Gore, Kekerasan, dan Adegan berdarah. (Adegan dewasa hanya pemanis untuk menceritakan perselingkuhan.)⚠️ Lima belas tahun lalu, keluarga Zhang Zhuo runtuh oleh dusta dan darah. Kini, setelah tumbuh di dalam bayang luka, ia kembali sebagai pria penuh dendam karena kehilangan. Setiap langkah terdengar seperti bisikan dendam. Setiap napas adalah ingatan akan pengkhianatan yang merenggut semua. Dan kini … Waktunya untuk membuka rahasia lama, dan bangkit dari kegelapan, Zhuo hanya punya satu tujuan—mengembalikan semua rasa sakit itu pada mereka yang pernah menghancurkan. Selamat membaca😘☺️

Harry's heart was broken by the ones he loved. And sent to a school that he didn't find a place in, and he was tormented and bullied. But what happens when upon his return home to find peace and rest, his life is thrown into chaos, finding out he was getting into an arranged marriage with the sister of his greatest bully?

I went on a graduation trip with my boyfriend, Marcus Hale, only to have my shameless roommate, Vanessa Quinn, tag along. On the way to Rybia, our plane was caught in violent turbulence and plunged toward the Egete Ocean. Because of a malfunction, only half the oxygen masks dropped. The spiteful Vanessa snatched the oxygen mask meant for a Rybian socialite, Layla Al-Farouq. Unable to stand by, I shared mine with the woman, saving her life. After the emergency landing, her powerful oil tycoon husband, Khalid Al-Farouq, adopted me as his goddaughter out of gratitude, while throwing the vicious Vanessa into the Kibera Slums. Later, I married Marcus, but on the day we went skydiving, he suddenly unbuckled my parachute and shoved me from ten thousand meters above, leaving me to crash into nothing but broken flesh. "If you hadn’t meddled and saved that old woman, my darling Vivi would still be alive!" Only then did I realize the two of them had been betraying me all along. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the exact moment the plane first took off.

I run into my former sister-in-law, whom I haven't seen in ages, during a prenatal checkup at the hospital. Wynne Jenkins glances at my belly. And just like she always does, her face crinkles with disdain as she starts nagging me. "Look at you, wandering around with a pregnant belly at your age," she hollers. "What if something happens to my baby nephew? Can't you be a little more sensible and stop making Sean worry all the time?" She must have forgotten. A year ago, Mom was gravely ill. Her only wish was to see me married with children. I staked everything and proposed to Sean Jenkins. On our big day, I waited from dawn until nightfall—only to receive a 30-second voice message from him. "I won't show up at the ceremony, and I won't marry you. This is what you get for bullying Lav." Mom was so enraged by Sean's recklessness that she suffered a heart attack and passed away. After taking care of her funeral, I erased every trace of myself. With what little I had left, I fled Horton—while Sean was still abroad, skiing with Lavender Quinn. And yet now, Wynne says, "Sean spends more than two weeks every month flying around looking for you. He's lost nearly 20 pounds in less than a year. "He's been waiting for you, Janelle. Now that you're back, please stay and build a family with him." I smirk and raise my hand, flaunting the ring on my finger. "Sorry, I like to keep a low profile. I'm already married, but we kept the ceremony simple. That's why you didn't know."

As the end of the year approaches, my wife, Sylvia Small, who is five months into her pregnancy, accidentally falls into a lake. Our neighbor who is a police officer, Raven Weber, jumps in and rescues her. Unfortunately, she slips into a coma after her heroic feat. As I rush over, I see that a crowd has gathered at the scene. Sylvia is drenched from head to toe, wrapped up tightly in a blanket. Water droplets keep dripping from the tips of her hair. "Are you alright, Sylvia?" I ask, drawing near. The moment Sylvia sees me, she moves toward me and burrows herself into my arms. She clings to me like she is clinging for dear life. "You're finally here, Zach!" she exclaims emotionally. I frown and push her away. "Just say what you have to say. This suit is expensive. Don't dirty it," I said indifferently. My words make Sylvia's eyes go wide with disbelief and shock. But that only lasts for a second before an anxious look replaces it. She holds my arms firmly and says in a choked voice, "Officer Weber is in a coma because of me. Please transfer a sum of money to me so that I can thank her for saving my life." I glance at Sylvia impatiently and reply, "What's that got to do with me? Why should I transfer you my money so that you can give it to her?"

Yasmine Silva gave everything to Leo Quinton over fifty years of marriage. After he was injured on a mission and left disabled, she left her respectable and steady job as a TV station host to stay by his side and massage his legs every day. He said he never wanted children. She endured ten miscarriages and was left unable to have any. Even then, she never once complained. Everyone said Leo was blessed to have a wife like Yasmine. It was only after Leo passed away that Yasmine, who had cared for him all her life, learned the truth. To him, she had never been a blessing. She had only been a burden that kept him from his wife and son.

While cleaning Desmond Maynard's house, I accidentally knocked over his mother's keepsake. He once told me it was his most precious possession. But when I picked it up, hundreds of love letters spilled out. There were beautiful poems, passionate lyrics, and heartfelt confessions. He had written one letter a week without stopping. On the back of each one wrote a line: To My Love, Bunny. The nickname rang a bell. It was his junior in college. Things started to make sense. I slaved away for 13 years, running his household and caring for his family, but Desmond never even said he liked me. That was because he already had someone he liked. I sorted the letters by date, put them back, and grabbed my phone to make a call. "Mom, I'm in for the marriage proposal."

My name is Margaret Turner. After my daughter, Sarah McDowell, becomes pregnant, I am shocked to find that I can hear the thoughts of the baby in her womb. "Grandma, please don't let Mommy get the prenatal checkup! If they learn I'm a girl, Dad will make her get rid of me. I don't want to die!" I can't believe what I'm hearing. Knowing that my son‑in‑law, Jeremy O'Brien, works at a hospital and can use his connections to learn the baby's gender, I do everything in my power to keep Sarah from being examined. But three months later, doctors confirm that Sarah's baby has a congenital deformity and is fated to be born disabled. Sarah is devastated, and guilt consumes me. Suddenly, I hear my granddaughter's voice again. "It's all because of Dad. He cheated with that nurse and returned home soaked in her cheap perfume. As soon as Mommy breathed it in, I was fated to come into the world deformed. Poor Mommy…" Rage explodes inside me. Without a second thought, I storm into Jeremy's workplace, determined to catch him in the act. I don't expect to walk in on a critical heart surgery he is performing. My intrusion throws the room into chaos, and the patient dies on the operating table. The patient's family loses control, and they cause a violent scene in the hospital. In the mayhem, Jeremy is killed on the spot. When Sarah learns what I've done, she is consumed by rage and declares she wants nothing more to do with me. At that moment, my granddaughter's voice echoes in my mind once more. "Mommy is heartbroken and needs time to heal. Grandma, please don't make things worse. Mommy will be okay after she rests." Hearing this, I force myself to stay calm. But that very night, word arrives that Sarah has thrown herself into a river and ended her life. Shattered by grief, I eventually make the same tragic choice. As my final breath fades, my granddaughter's chilling laugh echoes in my ears. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day her voice first crept into my mind.