Sound Absorbing Blankets

Elena Thompson thought folklore belonged in her lectures - until it came alive. At the Moonlight Festival in one moment she was laughing with her best friend in next she turned at the sound of her name and collided with someone - hard. Strong hands steadied her, and when she looked up, everything else disappeared. Amber eyes. A smile that stole her breath. A stranger who looked at her as though she were the only soul in the world. Ren is an Alpha, but Elena is human. She doesn’t belong in his world. It's a taboo. That love would break every law of his kind.

The Rowan estate has stood for centuries, its walls bearing witness to generations of triumph, tragedy, and a quiet, inescapable weight. Known for influence and misfortune, the Rowans guard a secret: the house is a memory vessel, absorbing the emotions and events of its inhabitants. Only one child per generation—“the one who carries it”—feels its imprint. For Jace Rowan, that child is him. Haunted by flashes of his brother Elias’s mysterious death in the sealed west wing, Jace lives with hallucination-like memories, déjà vu, and a physical sensitivity to the house’s presence. When Ava arrives at the estate, the house takes notice. Her father’s disappearance connects her unknowingly to the Rowans, and her grief fuels an emotional resonance the house cannot ignore. Objects from her past—her father’s watch, sketches of the west wing, and a brass key—materialize mysteriously before her, drawing Ava deeper into the estate’s labyrinth of memory. Jace knows the danger: the west wing reacts to emotion, and Ava’s connection could awaken truths meant to remain buried. As tension mounts, Ava and Jace confront both the house’s power and their own growing fears. The west wing does not seek to harm but to claim understanding—feeding on memory, fear, and revelation. In the shadows, a presence lingers, one that Jace fears is connected to Ava’s father. Bound by fear, curiosity, and an unspoken attraction, Ava and Jace must navigate a house that remembers, reacts, and judges, uncovering secrets about Elias’s death, Ava’s father, and the legacy of the Rowan family itself. In a world where emotion is power and the past is never truly gone, the house holds its breath—and waits to see who will survive its memory.

I had been on a business trip overseas for less than six months when I suddenly received a call from the hospital. "Mr. Jones, your wife is having a difficult labor. Should we proceed with a C-section or try to continue with a natural delivery?" The words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I stood there, frozen. When I left, my wife had not shown any sign of pregnancy. How could she be giving birth less than six months later? I quickly dialed her number. The moment the call connected, I heard her cries of pain. "Honey, what's wrong?" From the other end of the line, I could hear a nurse urging her to push harder. However, my wife forced her voice to sound calm. "Sweetheart, I just slipped and fell a moment ago. It's nothing serious. You should keep focusing on your business trip. Don't worry about me." As I listened, the faint sound of a baby crying filtered through the phone. My grip tightened so hard around the phone that it nearly cracked. "Is that so? Then, get some rest," I said calmly. After hanging up, I immediately called my father, the richest man in the country. "Dad, Rebecca's cheating on me. She's in the delivery room right now, having another man's child. Stop all investments in the Harris family immediately. I want her thrown out with nothing to her name."

"Setiap kenalan sama cewek, gue mengkategorikannya ke dalam lima jari. Apakah dia si Jempol yang sempurna, si Telunjuk yang mengagumkan, si Jari Tengah yang menggairahkan, si Jari Manis yang menggemaskan, dan si Kelingking yang bersahabat,"Entah sudah berapa teguk alkohol yang bersemayam di perut Cana. Lelaki berusia seperempat abad itu meracau di hadapan sahabatnya, Aubree, seorang penulis novel. Urusan Aubree sendiri menemui Cana lantaran dia ingin menyewa sound system untuk event launching novel besar-besarannya. Kebetulan, salah satu usaha keluarga besar Cana adalah penyewa alat musik dan sound system."Terus? Tipe mana yang bakal jadi istri lo?" Meski jengah dengan topik pembicaraannya, Aubree penasaran juga dengan jawaban Cana."Si Kuku," jawab Cana dengan tatapan mata yang belum fokus."Kuku?" Aubree mendelik."Yaa... Kuku. Kuku kan ada di lima jari. Jadi dia bisa jadi lima-limanya buat gue.""Hoo gitu, Can. Sudah dapat Si Kuku itu, Can?""Udah,""Siapa?"Sampai akhirnya, lelaki itu menunjuk Aubree, "You!"Siapa yang menduga jika apa yang diceritakan Cana kepada Aubree semalam suntuk ini membuat lelaki ini merasa kartu ASnya digenggam oleh Aubree. Dilihat dari kategori yang diciptakan Cana pun, Aubree memang unik.Wajar dan mungkin memang benar...Dia unik.Dia si kuku lima jari.

Even though we live in modern times, the coven seems stuck in the Dark Ages. As the heir apparent to the throne, Zalindra is under pressure to marry in order to maintain the lineage's strength. Seriously? That feels so out of touch with today's world. Her true passion lies in honing her skills to protect the coven. Romance? Not a priority for her, let alone marriage. But everything changes when she encounters Lucian and Lorian. I hate to sound cliché, but it was a case of instant attraction. Just one tiny hiccup: they have no idea they're witches. That doesn't make me want them any less .

The novel, "Legend Of The Jungle". Is ani magination story full of love, hope, lost, battleand war. The story started with slavery and clash between two states but end with unity and love. Sir Mallow, Lord of the castle, led his citizens to gather inside the castle to worship their Gods at night. Not knowing that their enemy was already with them. Suddenly,the sound of "Boom" was heard and everything began to clash. All the houses were burnt and everywhere was scattered. Finally,the Lord of the castle,Sir Mallow was Captured and everyone surrender which Mark's the beginning of slavery. Thanks to the legend of the jungle who deliver us from slavery, the novel is dedicated to all story lover's.

"Who is she?" My voice came out weak, foreign to my own ears. I despised the way it sounded--like a scared child-and I hated how he made me feel so small, so powerless. He let his breath out in a noisy sigh-a low, suffering sound, as if he was putting up with something beneath him. "Are we really doing this?" His voice was low now, tined with irritation. "It's not what you think. And even if it was, what are you going to do about it? You blind bat?" I froze, as tears slid down my face. I was just blind to him. A burden.

Hands. So many hands. They're everywhere, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, tangling in my hair. I can't see their faces, but I don't need to. I feel them. Three of them, surrounding me, claiming me. One behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot against my neck. Another in front, his mouth trailing fire down my throat. The third watching, waiting, his presence a dark promise.* "You're ours," one of them growls, and the sound vibrates through my entire body.

He was so stubborn, adamant not to marry the girl he had never encountered with. She was left alone standing at the altar, humiliated. Her betrothed left her alone on their wedding day. Eight years later, they finally locked eyes. In the most stupid place and even more stupid condition. The worst part? He fell in love with her. Hard. He had to start from below zero, making up his mistakes for a girl from the past. Wouldn't stop until she accepts him anymore. But we know trouble always gets in the way. A big one. This may sound like a fight he could never win.

Simple lang ang buhay na mayroon si February, nag-aalaga ng manok tuwing umaga, gigising para magsaka at magdidilig ng mga halaman. Typical na buhay nga raw ng isang probinsiyana. Isa lang naman kasi ang gusto nito, 'yon ang makapagtapos at maiahon sa hirap ang pamilya. Maayos ang buhay niya hanggang sa dumating ito... he was like a hurricane that cause her life upside down. She loves the rain. She love the sound of it, the raindrops and everything about it but what if the rain fall so hard that it destroy something important to her? Will she still love it when the rain poured?