The Tutorial Is Too Tough

Content warning! Anna, seorang mahasiswi jurusan seni yang berprestasi memiliki sisi gelap sadistik yang orang lain tidak akan mengira dia memilikinya. Dia menyukai melukis sosok manusia yang tengah berpose seksi baik pria maupun wanita. Dia memburu pria-pria tampan untuk dijadikan objek lukisannya. Bermain main dengan mereka dan membuangnya ketika bosan. Sampai kemudian dia bertemu dengan Jason, seorang milyarder yang mensponsori acara pameran seni yang dia ikuti. Jason yang memancarkan aura playboy membuat Anna dengan berani memintanya untuk menjadi model lukisannya. Tak disangka, pria itu ternyata berkarakter lugu dan kikuk mengenai dunia percintaan. Dia juga masih memegang prinsip-prinsip hubungan cinta yang kuno dan kolot. Itu semakin membuat dia menginginkannya. Anna ingin mengajarkannya tentang cinta dan nafsu. Bisakah dia? Pada akhirnya, siapa yang mendominasi siapa?

warning! cerita ini saya dedikasikan untuk sang mantan yang terpaksa dengan tidak terhormatnya saya tinggalkan begitu saja. sebagai bentuk permintaan maaf yang sebesar-besarnya, cerita ini saya khususkan persembahkan untukmu Can. *** Ayana Wiratmi Kencanasari Handoko, sang gadis tomboy yang terkenal galak dan menjadi satu-satunya wanita yang dijuluki sebagai preman kampus. Dalam hidupnya ia tak pernah memikirkan ia akan menikah dan berjodoh dengan siapa sebab ia masih asik dengan kesendirian dan tetap dalam pendiriannya sebagai jomblo sejati, kalau perlu samapai mati tanpa berpangku tangan pada siapapun. "Kalau bisa sendiri, mengapa harus berdua?" slogan yang selalu ia katakan pada dirinya agar tak terpengaruh dengan hasutan setan disekitarnya yang selalu menyuruhnya untuk mencari pasangan. namun pada akhirnya pendirian itu dengan sangat kejamnya terpaksa harus diruntuhkan akibat sang kakak Adinda Wiratmi KencanaSari Handoko menolak perjodohan yang telah diimpikan sang ayah dan bundanya semasa dulu dengan cara mencoba bunuh diri membuat kedua orangtuanya dengan sangat berat hati menjadikan Ayana sebagai pengganti posisi sang kakak. Dan disinilah kehidupan barunya dimulai, pernikahannya selalu dipenuhi dengan tantangan, apalagi pria yang menikahinya ialah pria yang ia anggap sebagai musuhnya sekaligus dosen yang selalu ia benci dikampusnya. Lalu bagaimana kisah selanjutnya? Yuk ikuti terus ceritanya. Selamat menghaluuuuuu!

Sometimes we feel like its actually love but we maybe confused not its not may be its an attraction i guess

They shared a pack, a womb born of the same parents. Their bond was so strong they even shared a bed. They were totally inseparable. They kept this bond as they grew up. Even when their parents tried, they could not agree on the use separate beds they were in love with the routine and system of being together all the time. Parents eventually succeeded on separate beds but not the bedroom.Collen and Carla were identical twins and were into similar things. The situation drastically changed when a tragic accident occurred and took Carla’s life, there after Collen was never the same. He was lost and the pain he felt consumed him. He was drenched in pain and sorrow. Months passed and Collen still could not get over his sisters’ death. In his mind he had long concluded he could not live without his sister and the only way for the pain to end was to join Carla in the after-life.Collen decided to take his own life by jumping over a cliff and while he was busy executing his plan a witch suddenly appeared from nowhere and offered to help him take away his pain and sorrow. On agreement with the witch she took away his ability to feel. This became the dawn of Lucifer the heartless, painless and stress free.

Mélaine "Si j’avais su ! Franchement, si j’avais su que suivre ma meilleure amie en boîte ce vendredi soir allait provoquer un tel séisme dans ma vie, j’aurais enfilé mon pyjama pilou et binge-watché ma série préférée avec un pot de glace à la main." Mais voilà, le destin a toujours le chic pour se moquer de moi. Et me retrouver nez à nez avec lui, le lundi matin, dans MON bureau… après lui avoir accidentellement vomi dessus… ce n’était pas exactement l’image de « la femme fatale » que je rêvais de projeter. Thomas "Et qu’y a-t-il sous ces vêtements, Mademoiselle Vierra ?" Une question simple, presque innocente… sauf que dans ma bouche, elle sonnait comme une déclaration de guerre. Son regard s’est figé dans le mien, ses joues se sont empourprées, et moi… je n’ai vu qu’une proie délicieuse, un secret irrésistible. Ce qu’elle ignore, c’est qu’entre elle et moi, il n’y aura jamais de demi-mesure : amour ou vengeance, passion ou destruction, tendresse ou provocation… Nous ne marchons pas vers une romance tranquille, mais vers une tempête. Entre éclats de rire et étincelles, maladresses et attirances incontrôlées, Mélaine et Thomas se lancent dans une relation où chaque baiser peut être une promesse… ou une menace. Et le plus fou, c’est que ni l’un ni l’autre ne semble vouloir appuyer sur pause.

There are three stories to tell. But for now, all you have to know is it all revolves around one dead girl. Sierra McCarthy had been declared dead for nearly five years. But Archer is the last one who believes she is still alive. He never expected to see a spitting image of Sierra McCarthy again as the people of Camden Town stared down on him. And it strengthened his hope when the girl who resembled Sierra rushed away when she caught him staring at her. This leads him to believe Sierra is hiding something that drove her to fake her own death. Everson Griffin was curious about Sierra's demise, but he avoided becoming involved in her death. But one night, standing in front of his house's porch on what appears to be the most crucial question to him that turned everything he thought upside down. But, no matter what questions they ask, a dead girl can never answer for herself.

For nine years, Marcelline Adair was mocked as the pitiful wife of the nation’s richest CEO, chained to a loveless marriage while he flaunted another woman. But on their ninth anniversary, she did the unthinkable — she walked away. When the world learns she is the heiress of a trillion-dollar empire, Rowan Adair realizes too late what he has lost. Now, he wants her back at all costs. But will she ever forgive him?

The first thing Stella Judd did after she was reborn was kneel in front of her parents to beg sincerely, "Mom, Dad, if I have to marry into the Chilton family, I want to marry Eric!" Her parents were surprised. "Don't you like Noel, Stella? Don't you remember that Eric is Noel's uncle?" Something flashed across Stella's eyes as she was reminded of a memory. She spoke sadly, "I know what will happen if I continue liking Noel. I can't ever be with him. "Mom, Dad, I've never asked you for anything. As a heiress who has enjoyed a luxurious life in this family for as long as I can remember, I know it's my responsibility to uphold this marriage alliance. This is my only request, so I hope you can agree to it."

The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years. "Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession. He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape. In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind. He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine. The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body. When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork. “George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!” George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached. “Just toss it where trash belongs.”