Suspense

"Selamat malam! Jessie di sini. Satu jam ke depan kita akan bersama di S.T.M. alias siaraan tengahh malaamm...! Akan ada lagu-lagu barat kece yang --"Krosaakk!"Astaga, apa itu, Gais...?"Sebuah radio tua dan terbengkalai dibeli oleh seorang konglomerat sepuh. Ia ingin menghidupkan kembali kenangan akan kejayaan dan keriaan dari mendengarkan siaran radio. Kekurangan penyiar, radio tersebut membuka lowongan pekerjaan.Jessie mendaftar dan langsung diterima. Tugas pertamanya adalah memandu acara S.T.M. alias Siaran Tengah Malam. Ia mendapat banyak pengalaman. Mulai dari pengalaman mistis, horor, sampai... mmm... kisah cinta? Coba ikuti terus kisahnya, ya!

“You maybe my Don, but you will not control me in this room,” he growled against her lips as he held onto both of her wrists above her head. She stared up at him, his words, his actions; all made her more turned on. “Do you understand?” His voice turned huskier and she moaned. “Yes Damian.” “What?” “Yes sir,” she whimpered. “Good,” and with that, his lips roughly crashed against hers. -*-*-* Angel Bellalini was to be the head of the family once her dad retired, and there had never been a female to lead. And like every leader before her, she needed someone to ground her from the job of Boss. But she didn’t expect to find it in the form of her sister’s fiancé, Damian. But she had; now she’s forced to navigate that road, along with the others that come with being The Boss.

Thirteen men dead within the span of two years. All victims are rich, old and dirty. Authority has no idea who the killer is. But there's only one thing they know. The killer is a woman.

She's broken. The father she loved and the city she calls home broke her and there are no pills or injections that can heal her. Her blood calls for blood. Her abusive father had paid for it first and it cost him his life. It's Brakstone City's turn. Revenge has never been this bloody sweet. ••• READERS SHOULD BE 18 YEARS OLD AND ABOVE • STRONG LANGUAGE • MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT •GORE SCENES AHEAD READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Lorraine is an innate lesbian. She has no séxual attraction for the male gender, it has been that way since she was old enough to know what séxuality means and where she fell into. But, just because she cannot feel that level of attraction for the male gender does not mean she hates them. And that's where Dane comes in. Lorraine likes her guardian angel. Her best friend. Her legal guardian. Her Billionaire. Her...everything. His name is Dane. Dane who has been with her, since her parents died at the age of twelve. Dane, who's so protective of her and never likes to see her hurt. She can't live without him. Their friendship is rock solid. But, what Lorraine does not know is that Dane harbors feelings for her. One that goes beyond friendship. Beyond ward-and-guardian feelings. The love he has for her so strong, with an even stronger sexual attraction. Dane has no idea when he started having these feelings but he knows that it's hopeless to have them for her. Lorraine is a Lesbian. Not Bi. Not transitioned. A full-fledged honest-to-God right-from-birth Lesbian. He stands no chance. Or does he? What kind of journey awaits these two people who loves themselves so much but in a complete different way? And what happens when a jealous ex-girlfriends rears her ugly head with danger practically trailing behind her?

24-year-old, Zackary “Zack” Hernandez has aquaphobia, or a person who has a fear of water. Determined to cure his phobia and to reunite with his childhood friends, he decided to go back to the lake house where he was born and to also figure out the truth behind his nightmares that seemed to happen in the lake house. Before going there, here are the only things they expected to happen: have a blissful reunion, have extraordinary birthday celebrations, a relaxing vacation, to meet his grandparents and sister again, and of course to go back home safe and sound. But what they did not know was they only got themselves on the serial killer's hands and now it's impossible to go back. The shocking, gripping, and wicked THRILLER story of family, betrayals, and heinous crimes. That will surely make you think of how much knowledge do you know about the history of your family.

Hayden is a perfect husband for Riz. He's sweet, self-orientated and a successful doctor. They are living happily until a crime happened in their city. A crime of the past. Suddenly, their peaceful life will be fully be entangled into the world of serial killing. It will confuse their life, their marriage and trust especially when Riz started to doubt her own husband's personality. It doesn't make sense. Is her husband the serial killer?

Shy and timid Vanessa Maddox got a new job in the home of two possessive Billionaire Brothers after months of job hunting. Being the household manager was not an easy feat for her but the PAY convinced her otherwise. Soon, Vee finds herself falling into a love triangle with the brothers. Being wanted by two men was soon to be part of her job.

"Nice meeting you, Selina.” Said Eddy, hoping she would give him a chance to glance at her eyes. But it didn't happen. "We better not waste our time here." When Selina rejected to become Eddy's business partner, Eddy just couldn't believe that she was the friendly and mysterious girl that grabbed his hands in the woods that morning. However, there are more that he doesn't know about Selina…

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.