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I'm a nationally certified animal trainer running the Lion King, Caesar's final assessment. I've barely stepped into the enclosure corridor when the steel guillotine door slams down behind me. My wife's laughter crackles over the loudspeaker. "Everyone, we're doing the ultimate challenge today! We're locking the so-called number-one animal trainer in the Lion King's enclosure and taking bets on whether he wets himself in ten minutes!" Caesar crouches low and rumbles a warning. I reach for my tranquilizer gun but stop cold. The liquid isn't the right color. In a phony sing-song voice, the veterinarian, Hugh Archer, says, "Lucian, I forgot to mention, I swapped your tranquilizer darts for pepper spray so you won't hurt Caesar by mistake. "You two are so close. Just win him over with love!" I look at Caesar, his eyes bloodshot from the stimulant, and it clicks. Hugh still resents that I stopped him from touching a tiger with his bare hands a few days ago. I tune out the trash blaring over the loudspeaker, pull a remote from my pocket, and hit the button. It's the master switch for the electric fence gates around every predator enclosure in the zoo. If I don't make it out, no one does.

“Akan kubuat dunia gempar ketika aku berdiri di puncak kekuasaan!” tekadnya. Jay Mahawira, 32 tahun, membuang keluguannya akan cinta tolol pada sang istri yang mengkhianati dan merendahkannya. Dengan membawa nama Jek Jon Raja Bengis di dunia mafia, dia mulai menapaki tangga menuju puncak rantai makanan di Astronesia sebagai figur pesohor yang ditakuti para elit sekaligus dikagumi oleh publik, dengan kekayaan bersih mencapai Rp1,5 kuadriliun. =>>>Intip IG otor utk liat banyak info buku2 otor, yuk! @gauchediablo___

Seraphine Hale, a genius musician, announces her return to the country. When a reporter asks whether she's back for her first love, she smiles icily. "Are you talking about that trash? It wouldn't be any of my business even if he were to drop dead tomorrow." What she doesn't know is that I've already been dead for close to a decade.

My parents' enemy kidnapped me and live-streamed cutting off my fingers, just to force them to show up. For a time, the entire internet was searching for my parents. But what no one knew was that the police chief on the live connection was my real father. At that very moment, he was on a beach in Havai, lighting fireworks for his adopted son. And on their barbecue table, the live stream of my fingers being cut off was playing. Later, I survived long enough to be rescued, and I reached out with my severed fingers, wanting to touch my parents. But they recoiled in disgust and, without so much as a backward glance, took their adopted son out for steak. What they never realized was that hidden inside my severed fingers was something that would make them regret everything.

As we make our way to the city hall, Paisley Doyle is struck by regret once again. After seven years together, this is the 11th time we've found ourselves at this crossroads. Every time we reach the city hall, she claims she needs more time to care for her sick first love and can't bring herself to marry me. Unable to hold back any longer, I finally decide to confront her. "If his condition never improves, does that mean you'll never marry me? Tell me, what do I even mean to you?" Paisley's temper ignites, and she snaps back at me without a second thought. "I promised to take care of him for the rest of my life! Can't you stop being so selfish? "Besides, we've been together for seven years. What does it matter if we're not legally married?"

I was the heir to a wealthy family, yet my biological parents were drowning in debt and living on the streets. Out of pity for them, I decided to give up my status as a young heir and care for my family. To help them live better lives, I worked three jobs, working myself to the bone. But one day, I discovered the truth. Their so-called "bankruptcy" was a lie. They had been living a life of luxury all along. To make matters worse, my fiancée had already gotten involved with my younger brother. I was heartbroken and devastated. I decided to return to my foster father and seek his help. To get revenge for me, he ruined my biological parents' business, bringing them down for good.

Seorang gadis bernama Rara terpaksa menerima tugas khusus atasannya, untuk membantu mengatasi kebangkrutan yang sudah mengincar perusahaan yang dipimpin oleh putranya,sejak beberapa bulan terakhir. Berbagai penolakan dilakukan secara terselubung oleh Raka, sang CEO. Ia sangat membenci asisten barunya itu. Berbagai hal licik dilakukan Raka untuk membuat Rara menyerah , mengundurkan diri menjadi asistennya. Namun kenyataannya, ia harus mengakui keahlian sang asisten. Raka mulai terbiasa dengan kehadiran Rara, hingga suatu hari Widjanarko menugasi Rara untuk membantunya menyelesaikan masalah perusahaannya di luar negeri. Raka yang mulai tergantung pada Rara, tidak ingin Rara pergi dari sisinya. Bagaimana kisah Raka dan Rara selanjutnya?

"Ceraikan Kiyara!" ucapan Ardi, bagai petir di siang bolong, membuat ponsel Bian yang ada di tangan pria itu meluncur bebas ke lantai. "Kau tidak akan bisa membahagiakannya. Kau hanya bisa membuatnya semakin menderita." Suara Ardi membuat wajah Bian merah padam. Ipar gila, sungutnya menahan emosi. Sedangkan Kiyara langsung mematung. Kepalanya mendadak pening, mendengar ucapan kakaknya. Siapa yang sudah mencetuskan ide gila itu? Apa yang akan Kiyara lakukan ketika dipaksa untuk bercerai dengan Bian, lelaki yang ia cintai, yang sudah menemaninya selama sepuluh tahun pernikahan? Akankah Kiyara setia padanya , untuk berjuang bersama atau justru menyerah pada nasib?

Kekecewaaan Dinda karena tak kunjung lulus dari sidang skripsi, membuatnya bersumpah akan menerima pinangan pria yang mengajaknya menikah dalam waktu dekat. Tanpa diduga, petir menggelegar seakan mengamini sumpah Dinda. Akankah Dinda dapat melewati sidang skripsi untuk yang ketiga kali dengan hasil yang memuaskan? Atau perjuangannya berakhir di meja KUA? Simak perjalanan skripsi dan cinta Dinda berikut ini.

The day before our wedding, I received an expensive suit from my wife. Not long after, her young lover called me, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry. It was my fault. My bad for mixing up your size. Please… please don't blame Sylvie." On the other end, I could hear Sylvie soothing him gently, patiently, until he calmed down. I stared at the plane ticket in my hand—a one-way trip out of the country—and calmly asked her for a divorce. Then, as if I no longer mattered, she left me with a single, cold sentence. "Just don't regret it."