Snack Box Mewah

Sepasang suami istri bernama Halid dan Miska di tugaskan oleh perusahaan untuk mengelola perkebunan sawit yang udah terbengkalai selama sepuluh tahun. Mereka tinggal di rumah mewah yang berada di tengah-tengah perkebunan sawit tersebut. Namun kemewahan yang tersaji tak seindah yang mereka bayangkan. Rumah mewah itu ternyata menyimpang banyak misteri. Sanggupkah mereka bertahan di rumah tersebut? Atau mereka memilih menyerah? Penulis: Ayaa Humaira (ini akun ke dua Ayaa Humaira)

Lima bulan baru sempat menjenguk putriku yang telah melahirkan anak pertamanya. Sengaja tak memberi kabar untuk memberi kejutan baginya yang kukira merajuk karena tak bisa dihubungi selama tiga bulan terakhir. Harusnya aku memberikan kejutan pada putriku karena datang tiba-tiba ke rumahnya, tapi ternyata akulah yang terkejut melihat Alina-ku kelaparan di rumah mewah itu. Tak hanya itu, dia dikurung dalam kamar tak layak hingga seluruh tubuh dipenuhi kotoran. Tubuh berisi putriku kini bagaikan tulang dibalut kulit. Dia juga tak bicara padaku, seperti orang linglung. Lebih menyakitkan lagi, pelakunya adalah menantuku dan selingkuhannya. Alina, kuatlah, Nak. Mereka akan mendapatkan balasannya. Dan kamu akan kembali menjadi Alina yang ceria, cantik dan bahagia. Kisah perjuangan ibu, menuntut keadilan buat putri kesayangannya

"Lima belas ribu, Mas? Yang benar saja. Besok kamu tahu kan, kalau ibuku mau datang?" Kedua alis Aira naik ke atas dengan mata melebar.  "Kenapa? Apa ada yang salah? Terus ... kalau orang tuamu datang, kita mau menyambut seperti ratu, menyediakan ikan, daging, udang, cumi, begitu? Kita hidup harus hemat. Nggak peduli siapa yang datang. Bukankah orang kampung juga menyambut tamu dengan hidangan seadanya?"

With her enemies in pre-civil war Virginia still seeking her death, Esmerelda is forced to return to the future only days after wedding Lance. Because it was necessary to fake her death in order to stop her enemies from following her to the future, her new husband, Lance, was forced to stay behind. He’d placed a magic box for them to communicate until he found a way to safely be with her beneath the floorboards of the house. Now, she must find it. A task that is easier said than done! “The Magic Box” is book two of the exciting paranormal-romance-mystery-thriller Esmerelda Sleuth Series

My roommate brought back an old music box, saying she had picked it up at a flea market. I told her not to keep it. It was too old. Who knew where it had come from or how many hands it had passed through. But the moment the music box was opened, and the melody began to play, a chill ran down my spine. The next day, a girl from the dorm next door jumped off the building. A week later, a child from a nearby orphanage died the same way. When the police came to investigate, my roommate quietly hid the music box. It wasn’t until I found myself standing on the rooftop that I realized none of this was an accident. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she brought the music box home. This time, I was going to make sure she listened to it.

- I can't stand you- he growls and then quickly moves closer and glues our lips tightly together. Seconds later, he pulls away and leaves the dressing room, pulling his hair...

Fresh out of the National Research Institute, I loaded up on my wife's favorite snacks and ordered a vibrant bouquet of roses, eager to surprise her. I stashed the treats in her office, then stepped out to grab the flowers. But in those fleeting minutes, a stranger had ripped open every package and devoured everything. I glared at him. "Who gave you permission to touch those?" He shot me a look of pure disdain. "Buzz off, flower boy. Drop your crap and scram!" The secretary at the door snickered. "You heard the man. He's Ms. Bowman's husband. Better run before he leaves a bad review." I pulled out my phone and called my wife. "Who is this guy in your office?"

For snacking in the office during overtime, I was fined 600,000 dollars by my manager! She was extremely furious as she pointed at me. “Taylor, don’t be so arrogant just because you’ve secured a deal! “You should be working in the office. Go home if you want to eat! “You’re violating company rules. No snacking during working hours! You should be punished since you’re aware of that rule! “You won’t be getting the 600,000-dollar commission from this deal!” I looked at her and said indifferently, “Suit yourself.” Then, I decided to slack. She could not stand it.

I knew perfectly well that open flames were forbidden at a gas-leak scene, yet as a firefighter, I still backed my girlfriend's childhood friend when he insisted on lighting a cigarette "to calm his nerves." In my previous life, a sudden gas leak erupted during a gathering. Her childhood friend insisted on smoking to steady himself. I slapped the lighter out of his hand and yelled at him for trying to get us all killed. Humiliated, he ignored everyone's attempts to stop him and stormed outside—only to be crushed by an advertising board blown loose by the explosion's shockwave. Later, when I saved a child who had fallen from a building and was left hanging in midair myself, my girlfriend—my second-in-command—maliciously cut my safety rope. She stared at my corpse and said, "If you hadn't humiliated George in front of everyone, he wouldn't have died." When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that room thick with the stench of leaking gas.

My boyfriend, Karl Boone, was one of the adopted sons my father took in. Before he left, he vowed solemnly, "If I lose this battle, I'm not worthy of marrying you. And if I win, I'll rent out Disneyland and throw a grand wedding for you." I tore up all the marriage contracts from the local noble heirs and waited for him for two full years. But when he returned, he knelt before my father, with a pregnant woman hiding behind him. "I'll sacrifice everything I gained overseas to marry Karen," he said, shielding the woman. "She's innocent and fragile, having suffered through hardships in the slums. She's not like Tabitha, who has had everything from birth." My father's gaze swept over me, and the entire room fell silent. Everyone knew that when I lost my temper, I could tear down the house and make them pay dearly. But instead, I greeted the woman with a sweet smile. "Hi there." That night, I closed my eyes and picked one of the blind boxes containing names of potential suitors. As luck would have it, I picked Karl's arch-enemy. On our wedding day, Karl barged in wearing a bomb strapped to his body. "Tabitha, if you dare marry him, we'll die together!"