Versace On The Floor Makna

Senja ingin bebas dari kekangan keluarga mendiang ibunya yang menuntutnya untuk segera menikah. Dia menolak aturan keluarga dan memilih merantau dengan hidup pas-pasan di kota. Harapannya musnah saat dia belum juga mendapat pekerjaan, sementara uangnya sudah menipis. Senja mulai menjalani hobi menulisnya seperti saat masih sekolah dulu. Sulitnya mencari uang di platform kepenulisan di jaman sekarang membuatnya stres hingga mencoba menghubungi nomor telepon yang tertera di salah satu platform besar tempat tulisannya ditolak demi mencari pembenaran penolakan itu. Dia tidak tahu jika menghubungi nomor pribadi Asa yang tidak sengaja terpajang karena tengah terjadi peretasan di sana. Asa Kanagara merupakan CEO Kanagara Group, perusahaan yang menaungi platform kepenulisan itu dan tengah stress berkepanjangan akibat kisah cintanya yang cepat kandas karena BPD yang dideritanya. Dia meladeni omelan Senja hingga memintanya untuk ke kantor. Esoknya, Senja datang ke kantor Kanagara Group dan menyadari jika sosok yang diteleponnya kemarin adalah CEO perusahaan tersebut. Setelah berunding sengit, Asa memberikan syarat jika tulisan Senja bisa diterima di platform, bahkan berjanji menjadikan Senja asistennya di kantor. Satu syarat yang hampir ditolak Senja adalah menjadi istri Asa. Dilema melanda gadis 25 tahun tersebut karena dia sama sekali belum memikirkan pernikahan. Namun, jaminan yang diberikan Asa begitu menggiurkan hingga akhirnya dia menerima persyaratan tersebut. Perjalanan keduanya tidak begitu mudah. Senja harus beradaptasi dan menerima BPD yang diderita Asa. Dia baru menyadari jika Asa juga memiliki gangguan halusinasi yang selalu membuatnya terbayang dengan cinta pertamanya yang sudah meninggal ketika melihat Senja. Perjalanan mereka bertambah rumit ketika banyak orang berusaha menghancurkan hubungan keduanya. Senja harus memilih, apakah hidup miskin dengan kebebasan lebih berarti daripada hidup bergelimang harta dengan banyaknya perbedaan antara dirinya dengan Asa. Pada akhirnya, Senja memilih berjuang bersama Asa, menyembuhkan traumatis mereka, dan menemukan makna cinta yang sesungguhnya.

Alexander Putra, CEO sukses dari Orion Innovations, hidup dalam dunia di mana waktu adalah uang dan cinta seringkali hanya menjadi bayang-bayang. Suatu hari, ia bertemu dengan Dr. Isabella Saraswati, seorang dokter bedah jantung, saat ia harus menjalani pemeriksaan kesehatan tahunan di rumah sakit tempat Isabella bekerja. Pertemuan mereka memicu percikan yang tak terduga. Isabella, yang terjebak dalam pernikahan yang diambang kehancuran karena suaminya, Vincent, ketahuan berselingkuh, mulai merasakan sesuatu yang berbeda saat bersama Alexander. Di tengah karir yang menuntut dan masalah rumah tangganya, Isabella menemukan pelipur lara dalam perhatian dan ketulusan Alexander. Sementara itu, Alexander yang selama ini fokus pada karir dan perusahaan, mulai mempertanyakan makna kesuksesan dan kebahagiaan. Kehadiran Isabella membuatnya merasakan kembali emosi yang telah lama ia pendam. Namun, ia tahu bahwa perasaannya ini rumit karena Isabella masih terikat dalam pernikahan yang bermasalah. Konflik Utama: Internal: Isabella harus memilih antara menyelamatkan pernikahannya atau mengejar kebahagiaan yang baru dengan Alexander. Alexander sendiri harus memutuskan apakah ia siap membuka hatinya dan menghadapi konsekuensi dari perasaannya. Eksternal: Perselingkuhan Vincent yang semakin parah dan usaha Alexander untuk memenangkan hati Isabella di tengah tekanan pekerjaan dan citra publiknya sebagai CEO. Plot Menarik: Awal Cerita: Alexander dan Isabella bertemu dalam konteks profesional, namun ada ketegangan dan ketertarikan yang jelas. Konflik rumah tangga Isabella dengan Vincent mulai terlihat. Pengembangan: Isabella dan Alexander semakin dekat, meski keduanya sadar akan batas moral dan etika. Vincent mulai curiga dengan perubahan sikap Isabella. Klimaks: Vincent mengetahui hubungan emosional antara Isabella dan Alexander, memicu konfrontasi besar. Isabella dihadapkan pada pilihan sulit antara memperbaiki rumah tangganya atau memulai babak baru dengan Alexander. Akhir Cerita: Keputusan yang diambil Isabella membawa perubahan besar dalam hidupnya dan Alexander. Bagaimana mereka menghadapi konsekuensi dari pilihan mereka akan menjadi penutup yang memuaskan dan menyentuh.

**This is the sequel to University of Love. It can be read as a stand alone book. ** Ember has grown up believing she had no wolf, magic or dragon. Her twin, Ash, on the other hand has had it all. Deciding it best to transfer to a human high school, she ends up meeting her mate, a hybrid just like her. Her mate brings out her dormant wolf, causing Ember's life to unravel. She thought she would be happier once she got her wolf, instead her life has only gotten more complicated. Having been decieved before, Ember has a hard time accepting the mate bond. Can she overcome her past to find happiness with her mate? What happens when a siren comes into play? Can she stay the course and accept her mate? *********************** I went to grab the microscope from the center of the table at the same time Toni did. Our hands touched and my head started to ring loudly... a terrible headache brewed. Where his hand touched mine felt like fireworks had gone off. My hairs stood on my arms, goosebumps ran through me.  I grabbed my head from all the ringing. It was so loud and strong. I squeezed at my temples, wincing at the pain.  "Mate." Toni's wolf said so silently, I almost didn't hear it.  I started getting dizzy, my head was spinning, and my vision was tunneling. Can I have a mate? I don't even have a wolf. Shouldn't he be with someone with someone that does?  "Ember?" His voice rang in my ear, but it was too late. I was falling out of my chair, passing out. I felt him catch me before I hit the floor, his touch sent fireworks through me, before the darkness took me.

(Bxb) Eric Valence thought finding a job as an editor for a well-known author named Draven H. Malcolm was the beginning of his writing career. He had no idea that it would also be the beginning of his love story. *** "You're so clueless, it bothers me." He frowned, "What does that mean-" "You never wondered why I gave you all the best things on my floor - the closest desk, drinks from my office, my newest project. I even went to your house and picked you up to make sure you weren't late." "My portfoli-" "There are twenty three others with the same experience as yours, that was an excuse," he admitted, peering into Eric's eyes and daring him to look away. Eric didn't. Draven sighed, "The reason I got mad that day..." he paused for a moment, hesitating again but deciding to let it all out, "the reason I got mad is because I heard you kissed Jason, which I wasn't too pleased about but then seeing you and Justin together..." He never finished his sentence, and Eric raised an eyebrow, "What about Justin and I?" "I feel like you're doing this on purpose," Draven chuckled, examining Eric's confused face. "I'm not sure what you're talking about-" "I like you," Draven said clearly with his entire diaphragm, expression it as loud as he could for Eric to understand. Eric felt his throat squeeze itself shut, no oxygen coming in or out. "I like you, a lot more than I thought, Eric," he breathed. Eric was unable to believe it, shook his head and looked away for moment, before meeting his gaze again. "Why me?" he asked quietly. Draven shrugged his shoulders, eyeing Eric with adoration and admiration, "I'm not sure either, but I want you to be mine."

" Strip " He commanded loathly. His voice cold as ice! Daciana's amber eyes stared at him in mortal terror. Terrified, scared and petrified. " I hate repeating myself female, undress yourself " he added icily. Daciana forced back the tears that threatened to fall. She has never seen a raw hatred for her in any wolf's eyes than she is seeing in Alpha Connor's eyes. Fear slid through her, her hand trembled as she undress herself. Her eyes sting with tears . He walked closer to her and ripped her top into pieces exposing her firm leaving her fully . Lust, desire and hatred filled his eyes. " Get on the bed, lie on your back, spread your legs wide and face up " Her legs warbled on the floor taking herself to the bed. No amount of tears will stop him from hurting her. Again, she did as instructed preparing her mind for what is to come. She heard riffles of clothes tearing and soon, she felt him between her legs. She stiffened at his touch! His touch were as cold as his eyes. His rub her legs as if looking for something. She could hear him growl, his big muscular body blanketed hers. His laboured breath burned her neck. Finally, he found the he was looking for and with no warning, he into her aggressively. For the first time in a long time, Alpha Connor half shift into his rouge. He allowed his beast take over completely. He is not promising not to hurt her. He excessively pinned her down, his rouge snarled, his thrusts into her became harder just the way his eyes morphed into different dark colours. She is his mate yet, his hatred for her is raw and deep. The Alpha king's tower was silent, only the painful screams of a female and the loud snarl of the Alpha was heard in the tower.

I was drawn to the young man on the large bed as I walk into his room. A deadly gorgeous man probably in his late 20s. With my legs shaking, I slowly walk closer but end up slumping on the floor. I can't believe my family did this to me. Especially, my father, he turned his back on his only daughter. He got me married to a dying man all because of money! I stood up again and lean my face closer to his, indeed, he is a gorgeous man. If he were to be perfectly fit, any woman would lick the floor he walk on. I can't help but imagine if he were not to be in this state, would I have still become his wife? I don't think so. **** "You're nothing but a pawn in my game, don't you dare expect anything from me. I had to play along so I can get my wealth back from you" She felt betrayed. She thought he liked her considering how he has been treating her nicely in the past months. She thought every action of his was genuine not until she overheard William’s conversation with his friends. After the confrontation, William completely changed and become so cold toward Seren. She was so devastated, she couldn't believe she was used by the man she was deeply in love. She couldn't believe he turned out to be after nothing but revenge. Several nights, he brought home different girls just to torture her, she isn't allowed to look at any other man with her beautiful gaze. She isn't allowed to talk to any man, she isn't allowed to get closer to any man. He claimed her as his but, wouldn't give her the love, respect, and care that she deserves.

Mature, violence, and Abuse!!! My eyes were fixed on the fragile body lying over my bed. Her eyes silently begged me not to look at her struggling state. Her emerald eyes turned teary as she was feeling this pain and urge from last night. I was confused about how a human being feels Heat. Her naked body struggling with the strong waves of heat hitting her every short duration was making her roll on the bed like a fish without water. Her small hands were touching herself to feel pleased and satisfied. She stretched her back as the fresh wave of heat hit her again in front of my eyes. Her slightly painful moans turned stronger and she tightened her thighs to stop her throbbing core. I walked closer a little. The scene before my eyes made me lose control. I was feeling hardened for my slave. "Please, don't come closer," She begged. "Ohh Myyyy Godddd," She screamed when the fresh wave of heat hit her again. I sat on my knees on the floor, closer to the edge of the bed. My hands unknowingly moved to touch her ankle. "Ahhhhh, Please don't touch me," She cried. I could see the hate in her eyes. My eyes slowly danced on her creamy, white skin. She turned weak in just one day. Looking at her state, my heart started racing not because I hadn't seen a naked girl before, but because she could become my worst nightmare. Sleeping with her could make me lose all my werewolf powers. But, her heat was turning painful now and I wasn't able to see it. So, I decided to do the next sin and bear the consequences. But, little did I was that the woman I had enslaved was a female dragon.

“Give me your hands,” he ordered, coldly. I froze, watching him loosen his tie as he walked closer. Something about him felt… off. Mean. Distant. My throat went dry, but I gave him my hands anyway. He gripped my wrists—tight enough for my pulse to throb under his fingers. He wrapped the tie around them and pulled, dragging me up the bed like an animal on a leash. My back hit the headboard. Before I could react, he tied the other end of the tie to the frame. Then he reached for the veil on the nightstand. “What are you doing?” I asked, heart racing. He didn’t answer….just placed the veil over my head like I was a doll. “Making sure I don’t see your face and wish it was hers,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. I blinked. “Hers?” He leaned in. His jaw clenched. “Your twin sister,” he said. “I wanted her. Not you.” His words felt like someone yanked the floor right under me. “I should be with her,” he added cruelly. “Loving her. Worshiping her. Not stuck with a knockoff pretending to be my wife.” I couldn’t breathe. My hands fought the tie, but it was useless. I was trapped, veiled and bound. Lucian didn’t want me. He wanted ‘her’ instead. —------------- Losing her clinic was devastating. Facing eviction was worse. But accepting a mysterious nursing job? That was desperation at its finest. What Scarlett Ashford didn’t expect was that her patient would be her terminally ill twin, the same sister she’d cut ties with. And Lucian Montgomery, her sister’s cold billionaire husband, offered her a proposition far beyond medical care. He wanted her to be his surrogate. Scarlett wonders—what twisted melodrama has she gotten herself into?

My husband and I have been married for a decade. When I finally conceive for the first time in ten years, I realize my worst enemies are my family, who all want me dead. I've made a promise to return to the fertility shrine on the mountain and fulfill my vow if things work out, but my mother-in-law deliberately messes up the cable car tickets. In the process of hiking up the mountain for two hours, I lose my baby. In the hospital, I cry to my husband about all the vicious things his mother has done to me, but he kicks me in the stomach. "I had a vasectomy a long time ago. There's no way that bastard inside you is mine!" When he hands me the proof, I'm completely speechless. I break down in tears and run back to my parents' place. Not only do my parents hire a nanny to help take care of me, but they even move out of the house so I can rest in tranquility. When I'm eight months pregnant, I overhear them whispering in the bathroom. "We can never let Gina have the baby. I don't care if it kills her—we're all screwed if the child is born!" "Relax. The doctor already told me that Gina's got leukemia from all the formaldehyde in our new house. Even the baby's deformed!" Shocked, I burst into the bathroom to confront them, but the slippery floor causes me to fall hard. Instantly, blood snakes across the tiles. As I lie there in pain, I look up and see the cold, twisted smiles on my parents' faces before taking my last breath. I cannot fathom why my family wants me dead. I thought they'd been looking forward to his baby for a decade. When I open my eyes again, I return to the very day my mother-in-law insists on taking me to the mountain.

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.