Steampunk Airship Captain Male

Nadia hanya ingin hidup santai sebagai fangirl, tapi orang tuanya malah menjodohkannya dengan seorang dokter muda. Awalnya, dia pikir suaminya adalah orang paling normal di dunia. Sayangnya, dia salah besar.

Seorang arkeolog muda bernama Raka tanpa sengaja menemukan sebuah cermin perunggu kuno yang mampu membuka gerbang waktu. Ia terlempar ke era Kerajaan Gilingwesi. Kerajaan ini adalah sebuah kerajaan kecil yang pernah berdiri sekitar abad ke-9 M, jauh sebelum kerajaan besar seperti Kediri, Singasari, atau Majapahit muncul. Letaknya tersembunyi di lembah pegunungan yang dikelilingi hutan lebat dan sungai mistis. Dalam sejarah, kerajaan ini tidak pernah terdeteksi karena suatu alasan misterius

Di sebuah gang sempit antara dunia nyata dan dunia gaib, berdiri WarKoDuBa — Warung Kopi Dunia Bawah. Warung ini bukan sembarang tempat: pelanggan setianya adalah manusia kesepian, arwah penasaran, hingga makhluk tak bernama dari dimensi lain. Dikelola oleh Dimas, mantan barista yang lebih percaya pada perasaan daripada promosi, bersama Toyo si asisten polos, Randi si karyawan konten absurd, dan Karina si hantu galau. Setiap cangkir kopi di WarKoDuBa tak sekadar minuman, tapi portal menuju kisah yang belum tuntas. Namun ketika WarKoDuBa mulai dilirik dunia bisnis dan menjadi pusat perhatian antar-dimensi, mereka harus memilih: menjadi besar tapi kehilangan jati diri, atau tetap menjadi warung absurd yang menyeduh kenyataan dengan jujur?

Adinda Gautama: - 21 tahun - Mahasiswi IKJ Semester 7 - Sopan, Santun, Polos Damian Brata Wijaya - 27 tahun - Artis - Berengsek, Posesif, Emosional °°° Adinda dan Damian terpaksa harus menikah karena dijodohkan kedua orang tuanya. Dua sifat yang berbeda disatukan dalam ikatan bernama pernikahan. Adinda yang polos harus menghadapi suaminya yang isi otaknya hanya dada dan selangkangan. Banyak sekali cobaan yang Adinda terima semenjak menjadi istri Damian. Akankah Adinda bertahan dengan pernikahannya atau memilih mundur dari segala rencana? Temukan semuanya di sini, eksklusif hanya di GoodNovel!

Sasha Blanc mencintai tunangannya selama 5 tahun. Namun, ketulusan Sasha justru dibalas dengan perselingkuhan Val Demian dengan Kakak iparnya sendiri. Meskipun sudah putus, Val menyadari pamannya yang paling berkuasa menunjukkan ketertarikan pada Sasha. Val pun mulai membujuknya. Val Demian: Shasha, berhentilah berulah! Ayo balikan! Val Demian: Nggak akan ada pria yang mau sama kamu. Karena kamu bukan siapa-siapa tanpa aku! Val Demian tidak berhenti mengirimkan Shasha pesan. Sasha: Val, kamu tahu nggak? Pamanmu yang tampan selalu manjain aku. Shasha membalas pesan Val sambil tersenyum pada pria yang sedang memijit kakinya.

Bima Satya, berumur 10 tahun, kehilangan keluarga tercinta saat melakukan pesta di kapal pesiar, seluruh keluarganya dibunuh. Ia selamat berkat Ibunya, didorong ke dalam air laut dan terdampar di pulau kematian. Nenek Badar menyelamatkan Bima Satya dan mengajarinya tentang beladiri serta... racun! Racun yang membunuh! Racun yang menyembuhkan! Pilihan ada di tangannya! Ikuti keseruan cerita Bima Satya dalam membalaskan kematian kedua orangtuanya dan membuktikan diri, jika ia bisa mengguncang dunia dengan racunnya. Bima Satya. Pembalasan Dendam, Racun sang Tabib!!

Anna Sawyer menjadi saksi mata sebuah pembunuhan yang dilakukan seorang bos mafia, Felix Harrington. Dia diberi sebuah pilihan, pernikahan atau kematian.

Our third wedding anniversary was coming up, but my wife, a programmer at a major tech company, suddenly claimed she had to work overtime to meet deadlines. She said she couldn't go on the trip we'd planned. That very afternoon, however, her intern posted a video on social media. My wife—the same woman who normally wouldn't even open a door for fear of chipping her manicure—was holding a screwdriver, repairing an old flip phone. The caption read: [Having a programmer wife is the best. Even when Grandma's phone breaks, we don't need to pay for repairs.] I chuckled, liked the post, and commented: [Right up her alley.] Within minutes, the company group chat exploded. There were over ninety-nine unread messages speculating on when I'd finally snap. Not long after, my wife called. Her voice was ice-cold. "What was that comment supposed to mean? How is Shawn supposed to face anyone at work now? "His grandma's phone broke, so I fixed it. What's the problem? Your parents have always spoiled you. You can't possibly understand real hardship. "Delete the comment. I'll make it up to you over the New Year; we can take that trip then." The New Year? I'd already waited through two other major public holidays. I'd even taken special leave for this trip, and she still bailed. Now she was dangling empty promises again? I hung up on her. My leave ended around the same time as our divorce cooling-off period.

The seventh time Claire Fisher bailed on our marriage license appointment, I finally cut her out of my life—for good. From then on, if she was at a party, I wasn't. When she was scheduled to perform at our college's anniversary celebration, I made sure to leave early. The moment my company announced a collaboration with hers, I resigned without a second thought. Even on Christmas Eve, when she showed up at my parents' house with gifts, I slipped out with a half-hearted excuse about "visiting a friend." I blocked her number. Deleted her from my contacts. Burned every bridge and salted the earth behind me. No calls. No texts. No social media. I didn't reach out. She couldn't reach me. Simple as that. For the better part of my life, I was hopelessly in love with her—waiting on her, caring for her, putting her first in every way that mattered. I gave her all of me without ever holding back. But after the seventh time she left me sitting alone at the City Hall, something inside me broke. I was done. If that meant spending the rest of my life alone, so be it. Better that than sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the silence, holding on to hope for someone who never planned to show up.

In the late stages of her pregnancy, my wife slipped away into the mountains with her childhood sweetheart, seeking some reckless thrill under the open sky. Fate, however, had other plans. She suffered a massive hemorrhage, and the two were rushed to the hospital. As a doctor, I took one glance at her condition and instructed the nurse to prepare for the cremation. In my previous life, I had risked everything to save her. On that very operating table, she and the child inside her perished together. Her childhood sweetheart, overcome with grief and fury, rallied others to accuse me of seeking personal revenge. Their rage was relentless, and they broke my hands. "A butcher like you, without medical ethics, deserves nothing less than eternal damnation!" they shouted, their words burning like brands on my soul. Yet I distinctly remembered—the surgery had been a success. Her vital signs had stabilized. Clinging to hope, I begged my in-laws to conduct an autopsy, to uncover the truth buried beneath the accusations. Instead, they called the police, who swiftly charged me with performing surgery under the influence of alcohol. Stripped of my rights, I was thrown into prison, where suffering became my only companion. Years later, upon release, I stumbled across a sight that tore what was left of my heart to shreds—my wife, alive and well, behind the wheel of a luxury car, accompanied by her childhood sweetheart and their child, living off the fortune I had worked tirelessly to build. Their betrayal didn't end there. Coldly and methodically, they lured me into a trap, casting me into a cement mixer to erase every trace of my existence. When I next opened my eyes, time had rewound itself. I was back on that fateful day, the one when her hemorrhage began.