The Last Wizard Of The Century

I was the sole front desk clerk at a haunted hotel. Welcoming players, checking in on the bosses’ quarters, and slacking off a bit were all part of the job. At least, that was what I thought. It turned out my days were far from ordinary. A blood-drenched little girl in a tattered red dress kept ringing the service bell. Her eerie voice echoed, “Miss, why didn’t you come play with me?” A creepy black cat with glowing eyes wouldn’t stop meowing and rubbing against my legs. And then there was the old woman with claws like knives, cheerfully knitting me a sweater… out of players’ skin. One day, I took a day off to care for my sick mother. That was my biggest mistake. The entire game instance erupted in chaos. Bosses interrogated players, demanding to know where their precious front desk clerk had gone. “Did she abandon us? Is she never coming back?” I ran. They chased. But no matter how fast I fled, their grip on me only tightened. In the end, escape wasn’t an option.

After being reborn, I'm taken back to the day I confessed my love for my childhood friend. In my past life, I had to plead and beg before he begrudgingly agreed to marry me. "You look pathetic when you beg me for anything, Annabelle." That was what Hayden Gulman always said to me. He was so cold to me that he even canceled the part where we read our vows to each other during the wedding. When I was eight months pregnant, he took a photo of my belly covered in stretch marks. Then, he complained to his true love about the unhappiness he faced after marrying me. When I went into a difficult labor due to my agitation, he and his true love were on vacation. At that moment, my heart finally died. It turned out my one-woman show couldn't be considered love at all. Now that I've been reborn, I smile when I see the disdainful look in his eyes. I say, "We have nothing to do with each other from this moment on. I only wish to be happy."

Anandhita adalah gadis yatim berusia 19 tahun, yang baru saja menyelesaikan pendidikan sekolah menengah atasnya. Berharap menemukan kesuksesan untuk menggapai cita-citanya di ibukota, nyatanya Anandhita si kembang desa justru terjerat cinta seorang pengusaha sukses yang tak lain adalah bigboss di tempatnya bekerja. Xavier Rhys, pria tampan nan arogan dengan sejuta pesona dan kekuasaan.Suatu hari Xavier mengalami kecelakaan hingga membutuhkan transfusi darah, dan secara kebetulan Ananditha adalah orang dengan golongan darah yang Xavier butuhkan. Meski sebelumnya Ananditha telah di usir dari rumah utama milik keluarga Rhys, karena fitnah Bella, wanita yang diam-diam menyukai Xavier sejak dulu. Anan tetap dengan ketulusan hatinya bersedia menjadi donatur untuk sang bigboss yang di cintainya tersebutAkankan mereka mampu bersatu dalam kisah cinta yang indah?Mungkinkah seorang Xavier, jatuh hati pada seorang pelayan?Simak terus kelanjutan kisahnya exclusive hanya di GoodNovel Indonesia By: Kinantitha (ig:kinantitha)

My grandmother only knows how to draw one thing—infants. They're ugly, but people line up to buy the paintings. I watch as she takes those women into unlit rooms. Then, their bloodcurdling screams will ring out. Oddly enough, they always thank my grandmother when they're leaving. One day, I finally find out what exactly my grandmother paints. I discover the truth when I see an infant crawl out of one of the women's bellies—it looks just like the one my grandmother has painted.

Liana. Gadis berusia belasan tahun yang masih duduk di bangku sekolah menengah atas. Ia harus menjalani kehidupan yang penuh tekanan dari orang tuanya. Mereka selalu membatasi ruang gerak Liana. Sampai suatu ketika, Liana yang merasa lelah dan kecewa atas sikap orang tuanya memutuskan untuk melakukan tindakan bodoh. Bunuh diri. Namun aksinya gagal karena seorang pria yang tiba-tiba datang menolongnya. Lelaki yang tak lain Alviano, kakak kelas Liana semasa dia masih duduk dibangku kelas sepuluh. Diam-diam ternyata menaruh rasa padanya.

"The House of Mortem has taken what belongs to us. For years, they have raped our girls and women, burned our houses, and taken our brothers captive. Tonight, we take back what is ours and restore the lost glory of the House of Vagamor." If Alpha Orvyn knew better, he would have read the stars and counted the cost before going into battle against the all-powerful Alpha Kazamir of the House of Mortem. To bring down the usurper of his father's throne, Alpha Orvyn made a promise to his late father's grave stone to get back what was rightfully theirs, no matter the cost. Most of her subjects outside the castle walls thought Princess Olive lived an enviable life. But little did they know that the Princess is nothing less of a bargaining tool in the hands of her powerful father, Alpha Kazamir. He wanted to marry her off to the arrogant Alpha Cassian of the House of Stortstrand in return for his riches and ruthless mercenaries. The paths of the two lost souls cross in what seemed like a cross fire, sparking off an incandescence of forbiden love between them. Will the duo be able to navigate the forbidden route of their new found love? Wiill their secret romance bud into rainbows and rubies, or will it rain blood and hell on them?

Ditabrak truk langsung pindah dunia. Oh, kali ini beda caranya. Shi Jiu pindah dunia setelah disambar petir saat bersantai di Pantai Selatan. Begitu pindah dunia, yang menyambutnya adalah dua naga dari sembilan naga yang turun ke bumi. Shi Jiu mencoba mencari jalan pulang dan bersama dengan dua naga serupa yin dan yang. Mereka mengumpulkan sembilan pusaka yang dijaga sembilan naga. "Namaku Shenlong dan aku merindukanmu, Jiu." "Mengapa kau mau melakukan ini? menolongku yang bukan siapa-siapa.” "Kau lebih dari yang dirimu pikirkan, Jiu.” Perjalanan ini akan panjang, penuh liku, dan menguak masa lalu Jiu yang tidak pernah dia sangka. Mimpi yang kerap kali singgah bersama ramalan ratusan tahun ternyata tertuju pada dirinya. Mampukah dia bertahan, atau memilih menyerah pada takdir.

My childhood sweetheart and I are about to exchange rings at our wedding ceremony. Just then, a young woman charges into his arms and says pitifully, "Don't abandon me." My childhood sweetheart brought her home when he was in high school after chancing upon her by the roadside. Everyone knows how doting he is toward her. When she charges into his arms, she "accidentally" shoves me aside. I lose my balance and fall off the stage, knocking my head on the steps. I end up in a coma. When I wake up again, I'm taken back to the day my childhood sweetheart meets the young woman.

"You think you know hate, Avery?" His voice a dangerous rumble that seemed to roll straight through me. "Hate is easy. It’s the love that complicates everything." "Love? Don't talk to me about love. You wouldn't recognize it if it clawed its way into your heart." Liam's expression darkened, "And whose fault is that, remind me? You destroyed every ounce of it." My eyes filled with tears instantly, my voice so thick, it hurt my throat as the words came out. "And you made me pay for it, in the most horrible way. A person who loved a girl with his whole heart would never be able to do what you've done, what you've allowed to happen. That's why I hate you, because you never loved me, or else you couldn't do all this to me." His eyes sparked with anger "You have no idea what you're talking about." "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," I shot back bitterly, "But it seems like the only thing you're good at is pretending. Pretending to care, pretending to love—" "That's enough!" his voice boomed. "You want to see how real my feelings are? I should teach you a lesson on underestimating them." I tilted my chin up in defiance "Go on then, teach me." The next moment was a blur of motion as he closed the distance between us. His hands gripped my face, not gentle but not cruel—a fervent, desperate hold. His lips met mine in an intense, raw kiss, fueled by anger and deep, relentless desire. The kiss was punishing, his mouth moving against mine with a fierce urgency that left no room for doubts or second thoughts. As he pulled back, his eyes bore into mine, challenging, questioning, daring me to deny what lay between us.

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.