Sofa Depan Kasur

"Do not dare to act like my wife..."He grabbed her forearm and hushed dangerously into her ear. Cold shiver ran through her veins as she closed her eyes to let the forming tears cascade down her eyes. "But..I am your wife."she stuttered. "Yeah a wife who took her sister's place to dig on my money, Rain Anderson."He jerked her with such force that she stumbled and fell on the sofa behind her. She squeezed shut her eyes and let the remaining moisture release her eye sockets. She had suffered his insults and abuses for long two years for a promise which she gave to her parents and sake of the holy vows she took with him but finally her last string of patience broke. She couldn't let him play with her self respect. She wiped her tear stricken face and stood up to match his level.It was the time when she must face him to save their marriage and give him a taste of his own medicine if she wanted to get her love and self respect back. "Its Mrs. Rain Blackwood,Mr. Nicholas Blackwood now whose bitch of a sister and your fiancee ran away on the day of your marriage with her boyfriend and I had to take her place to save our families' reputation.So, better you keept it in your mind before judging my character. "She breathed out and left her husband, Nicholas Blackwood in complete shock. He stood there like a stone statue as it was the first time she rose against his tortures.

Keputusan Ninet untuk menjodohkan Sila, sahabatnya, dengan Pilar, suaminya, menghadirkan ketegangan baru di tengah rumah tangga mereka yang harmonis. Pertentangan dari keluarga besar tidak dapat dihindari, sementara kabar yang beredar di sekitar pun banyak yang menyudutkan. Saat akhirnya Pilar dan Sila menjadi semakin dekat, di saat itu kehidupan Ninet perlahan berubah. Gejolak hubungan antara cinta dan persahabatan menjadi taruhan. Tentang masa lalu dan masa depan, siapakah yang akan bertahan?

"Kenapa kamu tidak bilang kalau uangmu dijatah, Rika? Harusnya kamu tidak perlu membelikan emak baju untuk undangan besok. Maafkan anak emak, Sayang. Emak akan mengaharnya," ujar perempuan yang kini berdiri menghadapku. Astaga, aku bagai melempar bumerang dan kini balik menyerangku. "Aaah, sakit, Mak!" seruku saat telunjuk dan jempol emak memutar di perutku. Oh Tuhan, hilanglah lah sudah harga diriku depan istri yang sering kubentak. Mungkin kedepannya dunia kami akan terbalik.

Hilya adalah seorang gadis desa yang menempuh pendidikan di pesantren. Dia mendapatkan kesempatan untuk melanjutkan pendidikan S2 nya di Khartoum International Institute For Arabic Language Sudan. Namun impiannya untuk menempuh pendidikan pasca sarjana itu hancur, saat kedua orang tuanya menjodohkan dia dengan seorang pengusaha kaya dari kota. Keserakahan orang tua Hilya membuat masa depan Hilya menjadi kelam, karena ternyata laki-laki kaya yang menikahinya, hanya ingin memanfaatkannya saja untuk kepentingan bisnis.

Citra Narutama ditemukan pingsan di kamarnya pada suatu malam. Namun, yang mengerikan, polisi juga mendapati koper merah besar yang ternyata berisi mayat ibu mertua Citra sendiri, Henny Indrayani, di kamarnya sendiri yang terletak persis di depan kamar Citra. Mempertimbangkan hubungan Citra dan mertuanya yang tidak pernah akur, Citra dianggap berpotensi melakukan kejahatan itu. Lantas, apa benar Citra yang telah membunuh mertuanya sendiri? Atau, ada orang lain yang sengaja menjadikan Citra sebagai kambing hitam?

"Nolia, kakakmu sudah bertunangan dengan kakak iparmu, jadi jangan lagi mencoba merusak semuanya. Kami sudah membelikan tiket pesawat untukmu, beberapa tahun ke depan tetaplah di luar negeri, tunggu sampai kakakmu selesai menikah barulah kembali." Melihat ekspresi di wajah orang tua yang menyiratkan seakan "demi kebaikan kamu", Manolia baru sadar bahwa dirinya telah terlahir kembali. Dia terlahir kembali pada hari ketika orang tuanya memaksanya pergi ke luar negeri dan benar-benar memutuskan hubungan dengan Wendrino.

Hari ini adik angkatnya bunuh diri karena tidak tahan dengan dunia, orang yang menolongnya mati karena penghinaan. Dan dia, Tuan Keanu dijebak dan menerima banyak penghinaan karena semua kelemahannya. Namun, semua berubah saat dia mendapatkan kembali identitasnya. "Aku akan membalaskan dendam kalian." Keanu bersumpah di depan makan orang-orang yang dikasihinya. Akankah dia bisa menemukan pembunuh keluarga aslinya? Jangan lupakan istri gokil yang membuatnya berulang kali menggeram, menahan amarah dan juga perasaan aneh di dadanya.

Tak pernah terpikirkan sebelumnya oleh Aya, bahwa dia akan menikah dengan sahabatnya sendiri karena lelaki itu gay. Namun, demi memenuhi keinginan ayah dari sahabatnya itu, ia terpaksa menikahi Kevan; laki-laki yang terlihat gagah jika di depan orang lain, namun berubah kemayu jika sedang bersama dirinya saja. Perjuangan yang harus dilalui Aya menjadi istri Kevan tidaklah mudah. Apakah pada akhirnya ia berhasil atau mungkin malah menyerah dan membiarkan Kevan tetap memilih jalannya sendiri?

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.

He was the strictest Dom, he loved to control women. She was a free bird and didn't want anybody to control her. He was into BDSM stuff and she despised it with all her heart. He was looking for a challenging submissive and she was a perfect match but this girl wasn't ready to accept his offer since she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He had this burning desire to control her because she could be a perfect choice but she was a tough nut to crack. He was getting crazy to make her his submissive, controlling her mind, soul and body. Will their fate fulfil his desire to control her? Or will this desire transform into the desire of making her his? To get your answers dive into the heartwarming and intense journey of the hottest and strictest Master you will ever find and his innocent little butterfly. *** "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He grabbed my wrist again and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and then, with a swift motion he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his. What is he doing? Chills rushed down my spine.