The Art Of Doing Nothing

Nilam, seorang ART yang belum lama bekerja di rumah majikannya yang kaya raya. Suatu hari, ketika ia sedang menggendong anak majikannya yang baru lahir, tubuhnya terlonjak kaget ketika mendengar permintaan dari majikannya. "Aku bayar satu miliar!" ucap majikan wanitanya yang merupakan seorang model. "Kamu tahu sendiri kondisi anakku? Mana mungkin aku membawa anak yang cacat dan penyakitan, tolonglah Nilam." Apakah Nilam akan menerima, atau menolak permintaan tersebut?

Kematian Ning, Asisten Rumah Tanggaku menyisakan seribu pertanyaan yang tak mampu kutepis dari dalam benak ini. Meskipun pihak kepolisian telah menyatakan Ning positif bunuh diri dan tak ada satu pihak pun yang dinyatakan bersalah atas bunuh dirinya, tetapi aku berkeyakinan lain. Ada seseorang yang berkeinginan kuat menjebak Ning untuk melakukan bunuh diri. Tapi siapa dia? Dan untuk apa?

Ryan,a seventeen years old boy finally escaped from his abusive adoptive father after getting beaten to pulp. And ran away in a new city where he knew no one except his childhood buddy, Darius who lived in that city for his studies. This young man was delighted to hear from Ryan, who had gone incognito for over a year. Atleast finally Darius would get a chance to confess his feelings but he decided not to rush. However,when Ryan met Owen, a good-looking guy in the book store, he felt something. Something so different and dificult to understand for a teen boy who never went out of the mansion his adoptive father kept him like a prisoner. Will his budding feelings for Owen Davenport, son of a CEO, lead him to happiness with acceptance or someone else will take his heart, like his childhood friend who was blessed to have him again in his life? What will happen when Ryan tells Owen about his feelings? Acceptance or a heartbroken rejection, Read the novel to find

My husband threw me into the crocodile pit to help his childhood sweetheart, who was a KOL, gain popularity. To make the live stream more realistic, he personally tossed bait at me. “Have you not eaten? My grandma can run faster than you!” He watched as I bled from my abdomen, believing I was just pretending to be pitiful. When I asked for a divorce, he kicked me to the ground. “Since you love pretending to be pitiful to ask for a divorce, why didn’t you just let the crocodile kill you?” I handed him a medical report. “My child died because of you. Does this count as pretending to be pitiful?”

“Kiss me.” The words tumbled out and Lex stepped back instantly. He turned away from her and Isis felt her pride being butchered. “Isis, I-” His voice travelled through the room. It was laced with uncertainty. His back was still to her. "I am sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I-uh. Good bye, Mr. Greyson.” Isis replied as she slid off the desk. She needed to leave, before her embarrassment killed her. Isis grabbed her bag and stalked off towards the door. A grip like iron encased her shoulder and she was spun around to face Mr. Greyson, he pushed her against the door and dropped her bag onto the floor. He pinned her body with his, a hand around her waist bringing her body against his and his other hand cupping her face. He ran his thumb along her lower lips and took satisfaction in her shuddering. He drew her hands up and anchored them above her head, pinning them to the door. His mouth slowly covered hers and moved teasingly. Isis gasped at the skillful movement of his lips against hers. He possessed her fully, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He tasted her, devoured her and nothing was sweeter for Lex. He fought to control his natural instincts firing to life and focused on giving her this but he was certain he would gain the most pain from it. He knew he would never forget this kiss, never meet its equal. He pulled away from her, their breath labored. He rested his forehead against hers and committed the moment to memory. He leaned off her, let her hands drop to her sides, he handed Isis her bag. "Good bye, Ms. Davenport.” He replied with some pain as he turned the door knob and allowed her to leave.

Pernikahan yang indah adalah dambaan setiap pasangan pengantin baru. Apalagi mendapatkan suami seperti Zein--lelaki baik, pengertian, dan sayang keluarga adalah impian Risa. Namun, ternyata impian tak seindah kenyataan. Kebahagiaan yang baru dia rasakan selama dua puluh empat jam, kini berbalik menjadi kesedihan. Saat tinggal bersama keluarga Zein, semuanya baru terkuak. Kasih sayang mertua dan saudara ipar kepada Risa hanyalah palsu belaka. Risa hanya dibutuhkan tenaganya oleh keluarga Zein. Apakah pernikahan yang masih seumur jagung itu harus kandas di tengah jalan ataukah mereka tetap bertahan menjalani rumah tangga yang terasa berjalan di atas duri yang mampu menyakiti kedua belah pihak?

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

I receive a mysterious parcel on my fifth wedding anniversary. Inside the box are photos of my husband, Luke Madden, being intimate with his assistant. The photos go back a long time—they seem to start from over five years ago. The latest one was taken half a month ago. He, his assistant, and their daughter are playing by the seaside. They smile brightly in the photo and look like a happy family of three. I suppress my devastation and take medication to terminate my pregnancy. Then, I pull out my phone to text my mother. "I'll do as you say and get a divorce, Mom. I'll be back next month to take over the company."

Rain, adalah seorang pelukis yang namanya sudah terkenal, baik di dalam negeri maupun di luar negeri. Sedangkan Summer adalah seorang ibu tunggal yang mencari pekerjaan demi memenuhi kebutuhan ia dan anaknya. Berganti pekerjaan dari satu pekerjaan ke pekerjaan lain, membuat Summer terbiasa dengan kerasnya hidup, sampai ia melamar untuk menjadi asisten rumah tangga seorang pelukis terkenal bernama Rain, yang ternyata adalah temannya waktu kuliah dulu. Pertemuan Rain dan Summer akhirnya membuka berbagai kenangan yang mereka berdua sembunyikan selama ini. Ada kenangan bahagia, ada juga kenangan sedih. Kenangan-kenangan tersebut membuat bunga-bunga cinta kembali mekar pada hati mereka yang telah layu. Namun, dunia tidak berniat melancarkan hubungan di antara mereka, karena perbedaan pendapat dari kedua keluarga mereka. Apa yang akan terjadi dengan hubungan Rain dan Summer?

On my fifth birthday with Zachary Murdock, I sit once again in front of a full table of cold food, just like every year before. Zachary had promised, as always, to spend the day with me. And, as always, he breaks that promise. This year, it's because his childhood sweetheart wanted to shoot a set of "artistic photos". She invited him and a few of his close buddies to be part of it. Without hesitation, he ditches me again and runs straight into her arms. At 11:00 pm, his childhood sweetheart posts a photo to her social media and sets it so that only I can see it. In the picture, four men are in nothing but black briefs and Windsor-knotted ties. They kneel around her while she is draped in sheer fabric like a goddess. The caption reads, "Some people beg for crumbs, but I own the entire bakery." I take a screenshot. Then, I send it to the girlfriends of all three of Zachary’s best buddies. If they all look down on me this much, let's hope they don't end up on their knees begging me someday.