The Vegetarian Han Kang

Hallo, guys. Siapa bilang anak santri kampungan?? Nggak juga kok, Contohnya ada Aizha. Ya, Aizha, dia adalah seorang santri putri yang tinggal Pondok Pesantren Al-Karimah (pondok pesantren fiktif). Selain menjadi santri Aizha juga merupakan mahasiswi di kampus UMB (kampus fiktif) dan dia juga sangat giat berlatih panahan dengan harapan bisa menjadi atlet panahan di jenjang internasional. Wah, hebatkan kalau jebolan pondok pesantren bisa jadi atlet olahraga di skala internasionalYuk, simak kisah kehidupannya di The Fallen Servants of Allah

Viona tak menyangka keputusannya untuk bersedia tinggal di rumah mertua, membuat ia terpuruk dalam permasalahan pelik. Ia terperangkap dalam sikap konyol dan nakal Dion. Hingga akhirya ia tenggelam dalam permasalahan berat yang mengancam keutuhan rumah-tangganya. Upaya Viona memperbaiki keadaan, membawa Viona pada satu fakta yang sangat mengejutkan. Sanggupkah Viona bertahan? Mengapa Dion terlalu berani mengganggu Viona yang merupakan adik iparnya sendiri? Siapa Dion sebenarnya? Selamat membaca

Dony Sanjaya adalah sosok cowok sejuta pesona yang populer sejak kelas 10. Semua cewek menggilainya dan bermimpi menjadi pasangan Prom Night terakhirnya di SMA elit. Tetapi hingga duduk di bangku kelas 12, tak satu pun cewek yang berhasil menyandang status kekasih Sang Pangeran Tampan. "Kamu harus jadi pacarku!" tuntut Dony Sanjaya pada seorang cewek yang telah menghilangkan ponsel seharga tiga puluh juta miliknya. Ella Laila sengaja berdandan culun dan mengaku sebagai siswa beasiswa memiliki daftar nama cowok yang harus dihindari. Nama Dony Sanjaya berada di urutan teratas. "Oke. Dengan satu syarat, kamu enggak boleh menyentuh tubuhku seujung kuku pun!" Ella dengan terpaksa menyanggupi karena tak ingin penyamarannya setahun ini terbongkar. Awalnya Dony tidak mengetahui jati diri sang kekasih pura-pura itu. Tetapi dia menjadi benar-benar mencintai cewek itu hingga rela melawan sang kakak yang selama ini ditakutinya. Demikian juga Ella tak menyadari kebohongan demi kebohongan untuk menjaga keselamatan diri malah mengarahkan pada perangkap sang monster brengsek sesungguhnya. Seseorang harus segera membangunkan Ella! Cewek itu berjalan ke arah yang keliru! Dia masuk ke mulut buaya kelaparan yang mengincarnya dengan sabar beberapa tahun ini!

Layla was always separated from her pack group, not by her own will. He suffered prejudice from his brothers and parents for not being able to transform into the wolf he was born with. The village at the South Pole is in danger, a new threat surrounds all regions where lunar beings live. And only the strongest Alpha of ancient descent can save them from death, and as a bargain, the elders decide to donate a gift to the lone wolf. Lucien is the last of the lineage of wolves from the ancient clan, called "Mixed Fists" due to the fur of his ancient ancestors. Being the only alpha in his extinct family, he decided to live in the North Pole, alone and without a suitable companion. With the threat of another race killing all the villages of their species, one of them sends a seemingly unrefusable proposal. And now? Will Layla accept this fate so easily? Will Lucien put his loneliness aside to protect those who are no longer part of his new life?

My mate, Charalambos, was the heir to the Nightshade Pack. To take over as Alpha, he was sent to Noctis City, the capital city, for special training. When he left, my stepsister, Francesca, insisted on going with him. He refused at first, but she forced his hand, threatening a hunger strike until he gave in. Eventually, he allowed her to accompany him as his assistant. This went on for three years. Throughout those three years, our mate bond stayed strong. I never felt the slightest hint of betrayal. He constantly reassured me through our mind-link. "You're the only one for me." At some point, I started receiving photos anonymously. Francesca kissed him in the face, but he never refused. Once, Charalambos and I were on a video call in the dark, and I could hear Francesca’s breathless voice clearly while she whispered his name in the heat of it. Three years later, the day he returned to the pack, I saw her walking behind him. She had been with pup for five months, and there was a smug, victorious smile on her face. He looked at me apologetically. Guilt was written all over his face. "I'm sorry. I’ve only ever loved you. Once the pup comes, you can raise it." I was done. I had waited for three years. I made up my mind to reject him.

"Married for three years, Fang Tong carefully took care of the legs of the disabled Li Sichen stand up, but when his unforgettable one to came back, he only gave her a divorce agreement. Fang Tong pressed the pain in her heart, decided to leave. She focus on career, and became a popular doctor all over the Internet. However, Li Sichen regretted it and pestered her day and night, wanting to remarry. Seeing that Fang Tong made a great splash, surrounded by one suitor after another, he brought his own keyboard on his knees, ""Honey, I was wrong. My property is for you, and my life is also for you. Give me another chance, okay?"""

Li Fuyao, a mysteriously young storyteller, wins over the villagers with his fantastic original tales in a peaceful and secluded town. Actually, born in Luoyang City, he used to be a prestigiously selected child, who should have been cultivating in the holy palace. However, life has treated him otherwise. He was expelled to this remote town, unattended. Notwithstanding, like a hidden leopard, he is always lurking around to get himself back on the road of cultivation and seek revenge when he becomes strong enough. One day, a masterly cultivator and an injured snake demon paid him an unexpected visit, breaking the peace of his life from then on. To his surprise, the snake demon offered him a demonic core for cultivation, which granted him the chance he has been yearning for. Is it really a turning point of his life or will it just put him into inconceivable danger? Find out more in the novel.

Laura Walker was forced to marry an old man by her mother so that her bride price could be used for her younger brother's wedding. However, Laura felt that she should be in control of her own life.Her blind date didn't go as planned. Instead, she ended up getting married to a stranger.The two of them had undergone a flash marriage and planned on setting guidelines so that they wouldn't disturb each other's lives. However, Laura didn't expect the man to cook for her, put her to bed and force her to call him "Honey"."Honey, I want a kiss.""Honey, I want a hug."Laura had thought that her husband was just a normal working class, so she had planned out their future in detail.That was until she realized that her husband had a garage full of luxury cars.Not only that, her husband looked identical to the richest man in Empfield!

The night my husband, William Costello, was assassinated by his enemies was supposed to be a celebration—our wedding anniversary. I was dressed in his favorite red dress, waiting for him, when the phone rang. "Mr. Costello was shot at the harbor. The bullet went through the back of his head. He died on the spot." I collapsed to the floor. I clung to his belongings, mourning for a week straight. We even lost our unborn child during this time. Everyone said William and I were true love. Even the Don himself came to the funeral, resting a heavy hand on my shoulder with a sigh. He said, "All of Blackhaven knows you were the only woman he ever loved." Grief nearly destroyed me. I stood at the river's edge, ready to follow William into the afterlife. However, I overheard my sister-in-law, Emily Hawkins, leaning into my brother-in-law, Jones Costello, her voice dripping with a twisted affection. She purred, "William, I love you so much. Between Nina and me, who do you think is sexier?" "Of course it's you, babe!" came the husky reply. I stood frozen, my eyes wide and my body trembling. Why was Emily calling my brother-in-law by my husband's name?

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.