Post Apocalyptic World

Nayla Prameswari terancam dikeluarkan dari kampus setelah beasiswanya dicabut dan tunggakan kuliah menumpuk. Tanpa keluarga yang peduli dan pekerjaan yang cukup, ia berada di titik terendah hidupnya. Rafael Aditya Santoso, pengusaha muda dengan pernikahan hambar, muncul tepat saat Nayla hampir menyerah. Ia menawarkan jalan keluar yang tidak pernah Nayla bayangkan: > “Aku bayar semua kuliahmu… kalau kamu bersedia menjadi istriku—secara diam-diam.” Desakan hidup membuat Nayla menerima perjanjian itu. Sejak hari itu ia menjalani dua kehidupan: mahasiswi biasa di kampus, dan istri simpanan di balik pintu apartemen rahasia. Namun ketika Larissa—istri sah Rafael—mulai curiga, hubungan terlarang itu berubah menjadi badai besar yang mengancam menghancurkan mereka semua.

Mira Le'Breck was in dilemma on what she is going to do with her pregnancy, she is carrying the seed of the Vampire king. Who take advantage of her weakness on the night of that specific lunar eclipse, to fulfill the prophecy for world domination. The Vampire king is cruel, ruthless and power hungry. He mated her to give birth to the creature who posses the greatest power he will use this child to achieve world domination. Mira realized that the child is of her flesh and blood and into this child flows the bloodline that will restore the race of the white witches that are close to annihilation. Not knowing that she is carrying a triplets the future of the three races that will someday each represents the Vampires, werewolf and witches. They are the outcast of each of the races they represent, bound to make or break the lasting peace of all races for all creatures.

Ito Akihiko the main protagonist also called as the 'cursed child' due to a past incident has the ability to see spirits from birth. To save the world from turning into something inhumane Akihiko and his comrade Asato Ayame venture through the world with spirits and creatures from stories, myths, rumours and even legends! Will they be able to change the future that lies ahead of them? Well, find it out yourself...

On the night of my 30th birthday, I waited until the early hours of the morning, but my husband, Theodore Hawk never showed up. Instead, I came across an Instagram post from his childhood sweetheart, Emily Gallagher. [What romantic is not the starry night, it is having you by my side.] In the picture, she was wearing a delicate, sky-blue camisole that revealed just enough to charm and seduce. A man stood close behind her, his hand firmly gripping her waist. The scene was set in the seaside villa that Theodore had gifted her, their figures intimately entwined under the soft glow of the night. Someone had commented beneath the post: [I can’t stand you two being this lovey-dovey all the time! Just get married already!] Emily had responded with a shy-face emoji. I had just liked the post when Theodore, who I had failed to reach all night, blew up my phone with calls. "Are you out of your mind, Camilla? Emi and I grew up together! If we wanted to be together, we would’ve done so long ago! Why are you being so petty?" Looking at how Theodore gently held her in his arms, comforting her, I realized something. Letting go of someone you’ve loved for seven years... can take only a moment.

In the year 2020, the world faced Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome Coronavirus 2, and took several years to slowly recover from its immense effect. Thirty years after, another virus rose and affected the world's population in just a few weeks. The health workers couldn't determine what exactly the virus is, its type, and the way it is being passed from person to person despite the advanced and improved technology. Because of this and the sudden virus outbreak, the World Health Organization assigned Richforte Medical Team for a research mission for the virus and find a cure for it as soon as possible. Would they be able to accomplish this mission if, in the next few hours, the world would have what they called Zombie Apocalypse?

"A great alpha handles pack affairs outside, and chores at home." my mate Luke had posted. I stared at these words. It was a post from my mate, Luke's Instagram. In the picture he was in a vineyard pruning grapes. Chores at home? Luke who would not even help me to clean a table was actually helping someone else. He had left this morning saying he was going on werewolf business, but from these pictures he was at a she-wolf's vineyard in our pack. A bitter smile escaped my lips as I quietly liked the post and put of my phone. Whatever was coming next, I did not know. But I knew it was over.

Nasib malang menghimpit Rayana ke jalan yang tak pernah diinginkannnya. Rayana terpaksa menjadi istri kedua suami kakaknya—Arya. Bahkan, ia harus mengandung demi kebahagiaan kakaknya. Arya menganggap Rayana sebagai wanita murahan yang berani mengusik rumah tangganya. Namun di balik sikap dingin dan tatapan bencinya, terselip ketertarikan yang perlahan tumbuh dan menyeret mereka untuk berbagi kehangatan.

“Datanglah ke Rumah Sakit Insan Harapan, kamar no. 05. Ada pertunjukan yang sangat mengasyikkan untukmu, Irisha ....” Satu pesan misterius itu menghancurkan semua impian Irisha. Di balik pintu kamar itu, ia menyaksikan pengkhianatan yang tak akan pernah ia lupakan. Dari luka yang menyesakkan, lahirlah dendam, dendam yang menuntunnya melakukan hal paling gila dalam hidupnya, menikah dengan ayah kandung pria yang dulu ia cintai.

Khanza adalah seorang ART, namun pekerjaannya bukan hanya mengerjakan pekerjaan rumah saja. Akan tetapi, dia juga melayani suami majikannya di atas ranjang layaknya suami istri.

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.