Post Mortem Novel

Alice Charlotte , Siswa most Wanted Di SMA Harapan Bangsa atau yang lebih dikenal dengan nama HABANG . Siswa yang Memiliki Postur tubuh yang bagus , Rambut Hitam panjang, bibir merona dan bulu mata yang lentik. Tak salah jika banyak Laki - Laki yang menyukainya. Namun, Sifatnya sangat Mendekati jiwa laki , banyak yang memuji tubuhnya namun tidak dengan sifatnya. "Kalian hanya tau nama saya, bukan Hidup saya . Jangan bersikap seolah anda tau apalagi sok tau ." - Alice Charllote. Cover by : Pinterest

Diego strolled into his apartment, his heels clinking softly against the marble floor. He tossed his blonde wig on the couch, and his soft fingers propelled forward to count the dollar bills in his hands. “You're out crossdressing again?” His uncle, Roberto, a tall imposing figure with gray streaks on his hair walked into the room. “I might just have the perfect job for you,” Roberto chuckled softly and tossed a gun at Diego. “What?!” Diego's breath hitched in his throat as he swallowed the weight of the mission his uncle proposed. Cross dressing was one thing that Diego did with ease. There was no way he could do what his uncle requested; assassinating the infamous mafia lord of the Rocco empire. He stood in front of a mirror, holding the gun that Roberto had handed to him. There was no way that this soft and delicate hand could pull a trigger. Diego didn't expect that the mafia lord he was set up against was going to be a man who'll make his heart flutter. He tried to resist, bracing himself to complete his mission. But things only got heated when he found himself “entangled in the rival's hold.”

Her silky hair was a mess. Her makeup, ruined. Her dress wrinkled like she slept on it. She was there, but her mind, elsewhere. Her eyes went to me. Her lips curled into a lazy smile. In every step she gave, my heart sank thinking she would fall. “What happened to you? Are you okay?” I rushed towards her. Her face twisted with disgust. “Oh, perfect Bella. The golden girl. Always correct. Always the best.” “What…” “Perfect Bella. Has the best grades. She doesn't have to fight to get into college, colleges fight over her.” “Emma, you are drunk.” “Perfect Bella doesn't drink. She is as pure as water. Saint Bella.” Her eyes glinted. “Perfect Bella doesn't sleep with her best friend's husband.” My body froze as a wave of chill ran through my spine. “What… what are you talking about?” She leaned in, her breath thick with alcohol, “Where do you think Marcus is? Why do you think I can barely walk straight? Is it hard to believe he took me and not you to that bad that was supposed to be yours?” My heart clenched. Tears started forming in my eyes. It didn't take long till they gave up to gravity. He… he didn't. We'd promised this morning. He couldn't. “He wouldn't.” ***** It's been a year, but the scars are still there. My past echoing in my head reminding me of everything that happened since that day. Every time I open my eyes in the morning to see... nothing. “You only get hurt by the ones you love the most.” “You only get betrayed by the ones you trust the most.” What happens when these two misbeliefs collide? ***** I hope I wrote this book good enough to make you feel it. Obrigada.☺️

WARNING!!! Highly erotic. Utterly forbidden. Unapologetically sinful. 🔞 Have you been looking for stories that cross every line? Where lust is lawless, love is reckless, and sin tastes like honey on the tongue? This is not romance. It’s temptation unchained. A collection of taboo encounters that’ll make your pulse race and your conscience tremble. Every page drips with heat. Every scene dares you to want more. Read at your own risk. Because once you start, you’ll never crave anything pure again. You think you can stop? You won’t. Because this isn’t fiction anymore. It’s your craving, unholy and alive

"Scene ciuman di ceritamu itu kurang feel. Hambar. Nggak ada rasanya." Satria melepas kacamata yang ia pakai. "Pernah ciuman nggak sih?" Maudi mengerjap. "Hah?" "Belum pernah?" sahut Satria lagi, tak terlalu terkejut. Laki-laki tinggi itu kemudian berdiri, mendekati Maudi. "Mau saya ajarin? Biar jago?" Maudi mendelik, mundur. "Wong gemblung!" "Cemen amat, ciuman doang, nggak akan sakit." - Maudi adalah seorang pengangguran berumur dua puluh lima tahun. Diusianya yang sudah termasuk tua, Maudi harus mengambil keputusan besar dengan pergi dari rumah untuk merantau mencari pekerjaan. Di Jakarta. Semua tak semulus bayangan Maudi. Buruk. Hingga kemudian ia bertemu dengan seseorang tak terduga. Satria. Putra sulung dari orang yang membuat Maudi memutuskan untuk pergi dari rumah. Anak pertama dari tetangga nyinyir yang selalu jadi musuh berdebat Maudi.

Jenn, seorang pelayan yang bahkan tidak berani menatap anak majikannya itu justru harus menjadi istrinya karena pengantin wanitanya kabur entah kemana.

Audrey Taylor’s life fell apart when her husband left her for someone else, leaving her to pick up the pieces. But just as she’s about to give up on her dreams, she discovers there’s a chance to fix her injured leg and dance again. The only problem? The doctor who can help now works for a billionaire, Michell Garcia, and getting to him is nearly impossible. When a twist of fate brings her face-to-face with Michell, she’s offered a deal that could change everything. Now, Audrey has to decide—how far is she willing to go to get her life back?

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my husband's childhood sweetheart called, claiming a burst pipe at her home. Without a second thought, he ditched our celebration to play handyman. Moments later, Vivian Duffy's social media lit up with a smug post. [No matter when or where, my Superman arrives at one call. How should I reward him?] Accompanying the post was a photo of scattered condoms and torn clothing on the floor. I forced a smile, picked up my phone, and dialed a number. "My pipe is broken. Care to fix it?"

In a post apocalyptic world, where staying alive is an impossibility, home is in the Compound, surrounded by prison cells and strangers that are family. Keeping them safe is my priority but its hard to keep my focus when she wont leave me alone. Shes too young, too innocent to be tainted by me and yet I cant keep my eyes off of her. Things get really difficult the day we return from our latest mission, and now its impossible to ignore her, but I have to keep her alive if I want any chance of corrupting her.

PROSES REVISI. JANGAN DIBACA DULU. Di tengah riuhnya sorakan penonton, Keenan berdiri tegak, sorot matanya tetap fokus meski di sekelilingnya gemuruh tak henti-henti. ISF Basketball World Schools Championship, ajang ini adalah puncak dari segala kerja kerasnya. Bola di tangannya terasa begitu familiar, seolah bagian dari dirinya. Dengan lincah, ia menggiring, melewati setiap lawan yang mencoba menghalangi. Setiap langkahnya ringan, tapi penuh arti, membawa ingatan pada kerja keras yang tak terhitung. Saat ia mendekati garis tiga angka, seluruh dunia seakan menahan napas. Keenan melompat, bola melayang sempurna di udara, dan saat bola itu menembus jaring dengan mulus, sorak-sorai membahana. Tapi, di tengah semua itu, Keenan tetap tenang. Dia tidak mencari kemenangan demi sorak penonton. Ada sesuatu yang lebih berharga dari sekadar poin. Matanya menyapu kerumunan, mencari wajah yang selama ini selalu ada untuknya, meski tanpa suara. Dan di sana, di antara lautan orang, gadis itu. Gadis yang selalu ada, yang dengan diamnya telah menjadi kekuatan terbesar baginya. Keenan tersenyum kecil, hanya sekejap, lalu dalam hati dia berbisik, lembut tapi penuh makna, "Thanks a lot for always having my back. You have no idea how much your support means to me. This win is ours, not just mine." --- Urutan Baca: 1. About Me: Alshameyzea 2. About Keenan