The M Show

Pada malam perayaan ulang tahun pernikahan kami yang pertama, aku tergeletak di atas karpet merah darah, hampir tak bernyawa. Suamiku, Mason, seorang bos mafia, justru merangkul teman masa kecilnya, Yani, sambil menikmati sampanye dan bercakap dengan gembira. Yani tahu aku alergi wijen. Jadi dia membuat setiap hidangan malam ini disiram saus wijen. Aku baru menggigit satu suap. Tenggorokanku langsung membengkak, paru-paruku seperti terbakar, dan ruam merah menjalar di kulitku. Di ambang sesak napas, aku mengerahkan seluruh tenagaku untuk meraih obat alergi di dalam sakuku. Tapi obat itu meleleh, lengket di telapak tanganku. Obatku ternyata telah ditukar menjadi kacang cokelat M&M! Melihat ekspresiku yang tak percaya, Yani tertawa. "Kejutan! Aku sengaja menyuruh Mason mengganti obatmu." "Kita semua tahu kamu cuma pura-pura alergi. Siapa sih yang cuma makan sedikit wijen saja langsung pingsan? Lebay banget." Aku terjatuh dari kursi, berbaring di lantai sambil susah payah bernapas. Di telingaku terdengar suara orang-orang lain yang sedang bertaruh berapa lama aku akan ‘berakting’ kali ini. "Mason… berikan obatku…" Aku memohon dengan suara parau. "Kumohon… aku benar-benar akan mati…" Dia menghela napas. "Drama banget. Kalian perempuan bisa nggak sih berhenti pakai kata ‘mati’ buat mengancam laki-laki? Apa aku belum cukup mencintaimu?" "Yani benar. Selama aku nggak peduli, kamu sendiri yang akan berhenti dengan akting murahan ini." Saat itu, hatiku terasa lebih sakit daripada tenggorokanku. Aku tak lagi menjelaskan apa pun. Dengan tangan gemetar, aku mengirim sinyal permintaan bantuan kepada keluargaku.

My name is Caleb Greyson, I’m eighteen, unwanted by my parents, unwanted by God, abandoned by the only boy I ever loved—traded out like garbage for my mother’s sister.So if you’re looking for a happy love story, you will be disappointed.The university of Delaware would save me, or that’s what I thought, somewhere I could forget who I used to be.The old red buildings, beautiful towering trees, sunlight reflecting on ancient stones, everything looked perfect from the outside. Who knew pretty things could have sharp teeth?Now I’m trapped in a cracked room, with Lukas Carter, a closeted, arrogant and angry hockey player, deep in denial for a roommate.Then Tony, sweet, lonely Tony, who built his life around Lukas, gave up his whole future just to be close to Lukas. Standing in the same place for years, just waiting to be wanted.I didn’t want to get close, didn’t want to care. But we’re all slaves to loneliness. Now I’m drowning in secrets, addictions, and the wreckage of boys who only know ruin, need and the ugly parts of wanting too much from people who never promised anything.And Tyler Brown? I don’t want to talk about him.

"Mo*n louder, Raphael—let the whole palace hear who you belong to." "I hate you. *h—Xavier!" "If you hate me, then why are you drip*i*g all over my c*ck, little prince?" He’s my stepbrother. My enemy. The man I swore to ruin. I wear my pride like armor, and my hatred like a crown. He killed my mother. Stole my dreams. Took the throne I was born for. And yet, on the night I was to marry another… Xavier found me drugged and trembling—and buried himself so deep inside me, I shattered. "You were supposed to belong to him," he growled, thrusting until I sobbed, "but this h*le was made for me." I clawed at his back, cursed him, begged for more. My body? A traitor. "H*rd*r… F*ck, Xavier—d**per—" "You’ll ta*e every inch and thank me." I lied. Told the world he r***d me. Watched the king whip him bloody. It hurt to see. But revenge tasted sweeter. Later, I seduced his enemy. Let another man put a baby inside me—just to break him. But Xavier—cold, ruthless, and proud—still shields me from the shadows, even as he spits hate. And when he f*cks me, it’s war. "You want my hate?" he snarled, balls slapping against me, "Then take it. Take every inch until you forget how to lie." We are poison—dripping obsession, burning pride. And we’ll burn down heaven if it means one more night like this.

It was the day of our marriage. We were supposed to meet up at the City Hall, but my fiancee stood me up. I waited for her the whole day, and the only answer I got was a picture from her assistant. My girlfriend sat astride on his lap, and her arms were wrapped around his neck while they were locked in a deep kiss. "Sorry, Mr. Terraton. Sophie insisted on comforting me. You don't mind, do you?" I demanded answers from my girlfriend, but that only made her impatient. "He donated his blood to me. Yeah, I was with him, but so what? Man up, will you?" That killed any love I had for her, and I called my soon-to-be ex-girlfriend's sister. "Hey, Sylvie. Yeah, about your proposal. So will you marry me?"

Un couple cynique a profité d’elle, sa relation amoureuse pendant cinq ans a été méprisée, que devrait-elle faire?Sonia a ricané, que pouvait-elle faire ? Tout ce qui lui a été pris devait lui être rendu, ce n’était pas de grandes choses, c’était juste une vengeance sur les méchants !Un homme l’a embrassée doucement : « Ma chérie, les méchants ont-ils encore besoin d’être maltraités ? Il faut que nous les écrasons avec le pied, c’est mieux que je te donne un rouleau, tu pourrais les écraser comme tu veux. »Sonia : « ... »Désormais, elle serait chargée de maltraiter les méchants, et il l’aiderait...

My grandfather died on a covert mission, and authorities approved a grand funeral in his honor. Concerned about my grief, my fiancé offered to handle the arrangements. On the day of the funeral, I arrived with my grandfather's ashes, only to find his portrait discarded on the ground, replaced by one of a dog. Furious, I tried to remove it, but my fiancé's adopted sister stopped me. "Hands off that portrait!" Suppressing my fury, I countered, "This is my grandfather's funeral. He was a decorated hero." "So what?" She shrugged, sneering, "Isaac said Luck deserves the grandest send-off. If you've got a problem, take it up with him. Adoring me, he'd cancel your engagement and ditch you in a heartbeat." I laughed incredulously, calling Isaac's family. "You people begged for this engagement. Since when does your adopted daughter get to call it off?"

Aku terkejut dengan ratusan transaksi di M-banking Suamiku tiap harinya. Anehnya ada percakapan di sana, lewat pesan opsional yang bernada mesra. Luar biasa, seseorang harus se-effort ini untuk bisa terhubung. Sekali transaksi minimal sepuluh ribu, bagaimana kalau ratusan kali mengirim pesan, apakah berselingkuh harus sesulit itu?

Volume 1: INHERITED SECRETS Raine is the daughter of a renowned detective who died in a murder case. Determined to unravel the truth behind the death of her love ones, she had to follow in his father's footsteps of mixing with the murky waters of murder and mystery. However, the hole she dug herself turned out deeper than she thought. When she became involved in a crime she did not commit, the justice she yearned for her parents would be at risk. Raine and her squad would have to face an unimaginable series of crimes and thread along the dreary path of solving cases.

Studying abroad can be incredibly lonely at times. That night, I was in my room, indulging in a little treat for myself, when my best friend suddenly burst through the door. "Doing it yourself is no fun. Come on. There's a super cool cabaret show going on. Let's go see it together!" On stage, my friend was reclining in a chair behind the curtain, with two strong-looking men on top of her. "Come on. Join us for a group dance..."

The sole heiress of a wealthy family, Amanita Wallace, had seven prospective husbands, taken in from childhood to potentially wed her one day. All of them fulfilled her every wish, except Marcus Channing, who was cold and mean to her. Due to this, Amanita fell for him and even became his lapdog. Then, one day, she saw him pin his supposed sister against the wall and confess his feelings to her.