Swedish Authors Crime Fiction

Sebuah tragedi panas di masalalu yang dia alami bersama seorang Dosen sekaligus kekasihnya membuat Ardila memutuskan untuk pindah tempat tinggal ke kota Jakarta. Dia yang merasa frustasi dengan keadaan, memutuskan untuk kuliah di tempat berbeda. Suatu ketika seorang laki-laki bernama Riko berhasil mencuri perhatiannya yang sudah mati rasa tentang cinta. Tapi, siapa menyangka, tiba-tiba saja Ardila malah kembali bertemu dengan cinta di masalalunya? Siapakah yang harus dia pilih?

Seorang pria bernama Axel tiba-tiba saja jatuh cinta pada seorang gadis yang baru saja dia temui. Gadis itu bernama Kinan. Pertemuan yang begitu singkat tengah menghipnotisnya. Gadis yang amat mirip dengan mendiang kekasihnya itu membuatnya sangat penasaran. Suatu ketika mereka bertemu kembali. Karena tak ingin gadis itu lepas darinya, Axel memberinya sebuah pekerjaan agar mereka bisa saling terhubung dan tetap bertemu setiap harinya. Tapi sayang, sebuah tragedi terjadi diantara mereka. Tragedi yang pahit dan begitu mengerikan. Fitnah dan sebuah kesalahan yang mungkin tidak bisa di maafkan membuat hubungan di antara keduanya merenggang. Axel dan Kinan sudah mulai jatuh cinta. Tapi, karena tragedi itu, keduanya seakan saling membenci. Seseorang selalu berusaha memisahkan keduanya. Bagaimana bisa, ketika keduanya saling membenci, justru Kinan malah mengandung?

Menikah selama tujuh tahun masih belum bisa mendapatkan keturunan. Lantas mengapa Razan harus mengambil jalan pintas dengan cara berhubungan bersama orang lain agar mendapatkan keturunan? Tidakkah dia berpikir tentang dampak buruk dari perselingkuhannya itu?

I opened my eyes to a dark, windowless room. Overhead, a voice crackled from the speakers. “Welcome to The Judgment Room. Each player will state the crime they committed. Do not lie. After all six of you speak, you will vote. The one with the most votes will be eliminated. “The game starts now.” In this deadly game, whose sins weighed the least?

Bedtime stories, fantasy, fiction, romance, action, urban,mystery, thriller and anything more you can think ... Just a warning ... none of them are normal.

There are no grown men in our village. When girls turn 18, they participate in a coming-of-age ceremony in the ancestral hall. Dressed in ceremonial clothes, they line up to enter, and when they come out, their faces show a mix of pain and joy. When my eldest sister turned 18, Grandma forbade her from attending. However, one night, she snuck into the hall. When she came out, she was limping, and blood was dripping between her legs.

I gave birth prematurely, just twenty days before the due date. Two hours after I entered the surgery room, I had a stillborn baby. I did not cry at all. I did not even spare a glance at the dead baby. I endured the pain from childbirth and calmly walked into the hospital nursery. After the door was tightly shut, I turned down the temperature of the air-conditioning. The temperature inside the nursery would be too cold for newborns to bear after an hour. The doctors and parents were begging me on their knees to let their babies live. They screamed and cried. They said I was a mother and hoped that I would understand. Instead, I laughed and said, “Yes, I was a mother. But my baby died!” The gynecologist knelt on the floor and begged, “We may be at fault for not being able to save your baby, but these babies are innocent! “Please don’t be reckless just because you lost your baby! You’re so young. You’ll have more babies in the future.” I gritted my teeth and roared, “But my baby isn’t dead! “She’s still alive. I’ll give you one hour. Bring her back to me!” But I was unsure if she would still be alive after an hour.

Walang mga lalaki sa aming nayon. Kapag umabot ng 18 taong gulang ang isang babae, sumasailalim sila sa isang seremonya ng pagdating ng edad sa ancestral hall. Suot ang mga damit pang-seremonya, pumila sila para pumasok, at paglabas nila, ang mga mukha nila ay may halong sakit at saya. Noong ang panganay na kapatid na babae ko ay naging 18, pinagbawalan siya ni Lola na dumalo. Gayunpaman, isang gabi, lumusot siya papunta sa bulwagan. Paglabas niya, hirap siyang maglakad, at may dugo sa pagitan ng mga binti niya.

They're said to be the spirits of unearthly beautiful women. So beautiful, the men who get a sight of them fall in love and die. So beautiful, women get insane and commit suicide, unable to comprehend the existence of women so celestial. Their voices pour like honey in your ears, leading you to your doom. Their dance is a blessing for your eyes and is the last thing you will see. All places and characters in the story are pure fiction, work of the author. Any resemblance to real places and events is a strong coincidence. One thing is not fiction, though. Beware of the woods the next time you go. If you hear the melodic laughter and the tender singing somewhere far in the distance, hidden in the darkness of the night, know to run. Leave immediately, or know you'll be their next victim.

When I was ten years old, both my parents passed away. My sister, Brianna, and I only had each other left. We were tormented at the orphanage before the Larsons adopted us. They doted on Brianna and me, and even allowed their daughter, Vivian Larson, to get engaged to me when I was 20 years old. It was a wonderful tale of love. Vivian didn't let any of us down. She would have given me the moon if she could, and she loved me with all her heart. During the ten years we spent with the Larsons, Brianna and I led a good life and never suffered at all. The night before we got married, Vivian took out a treasured bottle of vintage wine. It was to be served at our wedding. However, I poisoned the wine and killed everyone in the Larson family, including my own sister.