Video Utopia #hujan

Kisah dimulai pada malam ulang tahun pernikahan keempat Annisa Larasati dan suaminya, Baskara Aditama. Dengan hati berbunga-bunga, Annisa datang ke restoran mewah tempat suaminya berjanji bertemu untuk merayakan hari spesial mereka. Namun, kebahagiaannya seketika hancur saat yang menemuinya bukanlah Baskara, melainkan pengacaranya, Johan Setyawan, yang menyodorkan surat gugatan cerai. Hancur dan bingung, Annisa menolak menandatangani surat itu sebelum berbicara langsung dengan Baskara. Setelah perdebatan sengit dan gertakan cerdas, Annisa berhasil memaksa sang pengacara untuk menelepon Baskara. Percakapan telepon itu menjadi pukulan telak baginya. Dengan nada dingin dan tanpa emosi, Baskara menegaskan alasan perceraian mereka: setelah empat tahun, Annisa gagal memberinya keturunan, yang merupakan tujuan utama dari pernikahan perjodohan mereka. Baskara kemudian menawarkan kompensasi finansial dalam jumlah besar, seolah-olah meremehkan pernikahan mereka sebagai transaksi bisnis belaka. Merasa terhina namun didorong oleh harga diri yang tersisa, Annisa menyetujui perceraian itu. Ia menandatangani surat tersebut dengan satu syarat: semua aset dan uang kompensasi yang diberikan Baskara harus dijual dan ditransfer ke rekening bank rahasianya di Swiss. Ia bersumpah bahwa Baskara tidak akan pernah mendapat kesempatan kedua jika suatu hari ia menyesal. Dengan hati yang hancur, Annisa meninggalkan restoran dan berjalan tanpa tujuan di tengah hujan deras hingga akhirnya pingsan karena kelelahan fisik dan emosional. Ia terbangun di unit gawat darurat sebuah rumah sakit. Saat mencoba mencerna kenyataan pahit bahwa ia kini telah resmi bercerai, dokter yang merawatnya datang membawa sebuah berita yang mengubah segalanya. Dalam sebuah ironi yang tragis, dokter tersebut memberitahunya, "Selamat, Ibu Annisa... Anda hamil."

Sebelum aku berumur delapan belas, aku adalah putri kesayangan Keluarga Mahendra. Semua berubah pada hari ulang tahunku yang kedelapan belas, ketika ayah pulang membawa seorang gadis yatim piatu bernama Karina. "Dia butuh rumah," kata ayah. "Kamu yang akan mengurusnya, seperti adikmu sendiri." Sejak saat itu, semuanya berubah. Kakakku yang dulu begitu memanjakanku, menjadi dingin dan menjauh. Dan tunanganku... seakan cintanya padaku tiba-tiba berkurang setengah. Keluarga memuji Karina karena lembut dan patuh, menyebutnya anak yang jauh lebih baik daripada aku, darah daging mereka sendiri. Setelah berkali-kali tersisih karena Karina, aku akhirnya putus asa dan meraih lengan ayah. "Apakah hubungan darah nggak ada harganya di mata kalian?" Amarah ayah menyala. Ia melindungi Karina yang berlinang air mata di belakangnya, dan di depan setiap anggota keluarga, ia menamparku. "Kamu anak egois. Seandainya aku tak pernah melahirkanmu." "Kamu mempermalukan keluarga ini." Suara saudaraku Martin Mahendra sedingin es. "Pergi!" Dan tunanganku, Vincent Santoso, menatapku penuh kecewa. "Seandainya sejak awal yang bertunangan denganku adalah Karina." Mereka mengira aku akan merangkak di hadapan mereka, seperti biasanya. Tapi aku diam saja, berjalan ke brankas keluarga, mengeluarkan kartu keluarga, dan mencoret namaku dengan satu garis. Aku melepas cincin pertunangan dari jariku dan meletakkannya di atas meja. Aku memberikan Karina segala yang menurut mereka tidak layak kuterima. Bagaimanapun, aku hanya punya beberapa hari lagi untuk hidup. Yang tak mereka sadari adalah kelak, di atas kehancuran Keluarga Mahendra, mereka akan berlutut di bawah hujan, memohon aku kembali.

At the company team-building event, I got called out by my colleague Samantha Rowler for not removing my price tag—she accused me of being a "freebie chaser." "Oh wow, Carla, you drive a BMW 5 Series. Are you seriously planning to return your clothes within seven days too?" she sneered. I tucked the tag back in and ignored her snide remark. But after the event, as soon as I got home, my phone started blowing up. My chat apps were going insane. A friend had sent me a link: [Luxury-Car Executive Turns Out to Be a Return Addict!] Someone had filmed me leaving the price tag on and posted it to a short-video platform. I opened the comment section and was met with a barrage of insults. [Can't afford to live, huh? Tag warrior.] [Is this car a sugar-daddy gift? Those who know, know.] [OMG, does this woman have some kind of illness? Which brand is this so I can avoid it!] I immediately knew Samantha was behind it. I messaged her to delete the video. Instead, the next second, she blocked me—and pinned a comment to the top of the thread: [You can know a person's face but never their heart!] I was about to post a statement to clarify, my finger hovering over the send button, when I noticed the video's likes had already shot past ten thousand. I laughed. If they wanted a scene, fine—let's make it bigger. I quickly posted a new update: [The outfit is really nice. I'll wear it again next time.] The netizens erupted. The insults doubled, the heat skyrocketed, and the post shot straight to number one trending. I just put my phone down and went to sleep.

“You think coming here and apologizing solves it? Do you think it’s going to ease my pain? The pain you inflicted on me?” I yelled at him, my chest burning with all the pent up anger, waiting to be unleashed. Ashton reached out to touch me, but I slapped his hand away. Hurt flashed in his eyes, but I couldn’t care less. “I’m sorry, Helen. I promise to do better. Please, give me a second chance.” I scoffed. What a joke! “We are divorced, Ashton.” Ashton shook his head as if willing himself not to believe what I was saying. “I never sent you divorce papers, Hel. And…” he trailed off while I stared at him with creased brows. “We aren’t divorced. I never signed my part.” ***** For three years, Helen tried to be the perfect wife despite being labeled as incompetent, barren and worthless. She put up with her husband’s ignorance and mother-in-law’s insults for the sake of maintaining peace and keeping her marriage. But what she didn’t expect was a video of her husband in bed with his secretary on Christmas Eve when she planned to break the news of her pregnancy to him. And worse — His secretary threw a divorce paper which her husband had drafted at her face and asked her to beat it. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she left and returned six years later with dashing triplets. But what she didn’t expect was her husband wanting her back. As if that wasn’t enough, she was about to find out that there was more to what happened six years ago, and everything she thought she knew…were all lies. Will the holiday spirit be enough to bring them together again?

WARNING!!! FOR MATURE READERS ONLY The stories in this collection are highly raw, explicit content. MIDNIGHT DESIRES throws you straight into a story driven by raw desire and real, messy hunger. The scenes are bold and easy to picture, pulling you into a world of forbidden attraction, heated tension, and unapologetic dirty talk. Nothing is left off the page. This isn’t about sweet romance or gentle touches. It’s about lust tangled with power, danger wrapped around pleasure, and chemistry so intense it feels reckless and impossible to ignore. In this collection, you Will find a desperate intern fingering herself during a job interview with her father's boss, leading to raw office sex on the glass desk. To an engaged woman catching her first lover masturbating to an old video of her, reigniting a dangerous craving just before her wedding. A step-sibling secret affair exploding during family holidays. A boss's wife seducing the young intern at a corporate retreat. A married woman risking everything for overtime quickies with her coworker. A celebrity fan turned into a bound sex toy in a VIP booth. A nurse dominating a patient in the hospital ward at night. And many more. These stories don't hold back. Watch out for domination, oral sex, corporate affairs, multiple partners, bdsm, taboo sex, forbidden pleasure, outdoor sex, threesome, cheating partner, age gaps, deep throating, MILF seduction and fantasies. If you're the kind of reader who craves erotica that leaves you throbbing and desperate, grab your favorite toy now, these stories are going to soak you through. Crack open this book at your own risk. Warning: once you turn the first page, there is no turning back. You'll be hooked, breathless, and devouring every single filthy word until the last drop. This book is rated XXX – 18+ Only

Sinopsis: Kebiadaban yang dilakukan oleh gerombolan La Afi Sangia kian merajalela. Terakhir mereka membantai penduduk Desa Tanaru dan galaranya (kepala desa) secara sangat biadab, dan desa dibumihanguskan. Sebagian rakyat desa ikut hangus bersama rumah-rumah mereka. “Akan kubesarkan dan kugembleng bayi titisan ini menjadi seorang pendekar besar. Biarlah kelak dia sendiri yang akan menuntut balas atas kematian kedua orang tua dan semua warga desanya,” ucap Dato Hongli dengan suara bergetar karena menanggung gelombang amarah yang membahana dalam dadanya terhadap gerombolan durjananya La Afi Sangia. Sang mantan jenderal perang Kekaisaran Dinasti Ming (Ming Chao) yang sudah berusia hampir setengah abad itu berjongkok dan mengangkat tubuh sang bayi. “Akan kuberi kau nama La Mudu, si yang terbakar,” ucapnya dengan suara setengah bergumam kepada si bayi, sebelum ia mengangkat tubuh bayi tinggi-tinggi dengan kedua tangannya sembari berseru dengan suara membahana, “Aku bersumpah untuk menggembleng dia menjadi seorang pendekar besar yang akan menumpas segala bentuk kedzoliaman di atas jagat raya ini…!! Wahai Dewata Agung….kabulkan keinginanku ini….!! Kabulkan…wahai…Dewata Aguuung….!!” Dewata Agung tentu mendengar permohonannya dan seolah jagat raya pun ikut mengamini. Cahaya petir menghiasa angkasa lalu disusul oleh suara gemuruh guntur yang bersahut-sahutan. Tak lama kemudian hujan deras turun mengguyur bumi yang nestapa. Tangis sang bayi malang, La Mudu, tiba-tiba pecah. Suara tangisannya yang di tengah perkampungan senyap yang telah menjadi ladang pembantaian keji membuat perasaan Dato Hongli tersayat pilu. Jenderal Hongli atau Dato Hongli yang di negeri asalnya tenar dengan julukan Wu Ying Jianke (Pendekar Tanpa Bayangan) dari Nanjing segera meninggalkan bekas Desa Tanaru, bergerak ke arah barat derngan gerakan lari yang amat cepat.

Meine beste Freundin Ada hatte Mitleid mit mir, weil ich seit acht Jahren in Theo verliebt war. Als unsere Wölfe einander als Gefährten erkannten, gab Ada mir einfach ein krafterhöhendes Kraut und schickte mich in Theos Bett. Berauscht von meinem Duft, hat Theo mich wie ein Besessener beansprucht. Als ich am nächsten Morgen aufwachte, erklärte er kühl, dass er der Markierungszeremonie zustimmte. Doch schon kurz nach der Markierung reiste Theo immer wieder zu Rudeln nach Europa und blieb ganze fünf Jahre lang weg. Ich zog unseren Sohn Alex allein groß und wartete im Rudelhaus auf seine Rückkehr. Aber er kam nie zurück und sagte mir nur, dass er keine Welpen möge. Bis zu Alex’ Geburtstagsfeier, als ich ein Video sah, in dem ihm jemand eine Frage stellte: „Theo, was war dein glücklichster Moment?“ Er antwortete gleichgültig: „Letzte Woche in Europa, nachdem ich Marcus ins Bett gebracht hatte, habe ich Claire mit an den Esstisch im Wohnzimmer genommen.“ Zwischen Pfiffen und Jubel wurde mir plötzlich eiskalt an Händen und Füßen. Claire war seine Ex-Freundin, Marcus ihr Sohn. Man erzählte, Theo habe die letzten fünf Jahre mit ihnen in Europa gelebt – also stimmte alles. Mein Herz war vollkommen gebrochen. Ich reichte beim Alpha-Rat die Auflösung der Gefährtenbindung ein und verließ Nordamerika mit meinem Sohn. Unsere Rudelregistrierung ließ ich löschen.

En el quinto aniversario de mi matrimonio con Álvaro Rosales, la tragedia llegó sin aviso: su hermano murió de repente y él tuvo que asumir el papel de Don. Pero la familia impuso una condición cruel… debía tener un hijo con mi cuñada Sara Olmeda para preservar el linaje. Me negué. Álvaro también… o eso creí. Aún recuerdo cómo apretó mi mano y prometió: —Elena, jamás voy a aceptar eso. Solo tú puedes ser la matriarca de la familia Rosales… y nuestro hijo será el único heredero. Pero con los días, algo cambió. Él regresaba cada vez más tarde, consumido por responsabilidades del clan y con un perfume que no era mío. Hasta que un video anónimo lo confirmó todo. Allí estaba él, junto a Sara, en una consulta prenatal. Su mano sobre su vientre… con una ternura que alguna vez fue mía. —Sara… gracias por darme al heredero de la familia Rosales —le dijo. Y en ese instante, mi mundo se rompió. Su promesa ya era ceniza. Así que hice lo único que me quedaba… incendié el hogar que una vez fue nuestro y me fui sin mirar atrás. Después de todo, mi padre —el Don de la familia Velasco— llevaba años esperando mi regreso… y había llegado el momento de reclamar lo que siempre fue mío.

Laura was just an ordinary girl, a college graduate who believed in love, loyalty, and living a simple life. She had plans, dreams, and a heart she gave freely to the man she thought loved her back. But life had other plans. On the night she intended to show the world how deeply she loved her boyfriend, everything shattered. A leaked video exposed his betrayal, humiliating Laura in front of her college mates. Whispers, stares, ridicule. It was all meant to break her. But it didn’t. For the first time, Laura refused to shrink. She stood unbothered, showing everyone she wasn’t the kind of girl to be disrespected. That night, she walked away with her dignity intact. She decides to celebrate with her best friend, Zara. There was too music, laughter, dancing, and far too much alcohol. One reckless night turned into a decision Laura never planned to make, a one-night stand with a stranger named Lucas. What she didn’t know was that Lucas wasn’t just any man. He was her best friend’s father. He awakened something inside her no one ever had before, making her feel desired, moan, scream, and orgasmed. She believed she could forget that night. But she was wrong. Life cornered her again when she was assigned a new job. A fresh start and a new boss? Lucas. The same man whose touch still haunted her. The same man whose dick had been inside her pussy and his weight on her body. The same man who was also her best friend’s father. But then comes the question Laura never expected… Can Laura resist Lucas, or will desire change everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and friendship?

By the seventh year of my cold war with my father, Don Leonardi Rossi, he finally found a way to win me over. He introduced me to the most powerful Mafia Don in southern Ritalle—Riccardo Colombo. For my happiness, my father was willing to give me half of the family's empire as a gift. I surrendered completely to Riccardo's love. Four months later, I was pregnant. Every prenatal check-up saw Bascily regions' two most influential Dons personally by my side. Everyone envied me for having two men who loved me so fiercely. Yet, on the day of my amniocentesis, they were both absent. "There's a new arms deal in the north," my father said, stroking my head. Riccardo kissed my belly gently. "I'll bring you gifts when I return." I smiled and watched them leave. But as I lay on the examination table, my phone buzzed with an anonymous video. In it, my father wore a groom's suit, standing beside Rosa—the prostitute who had infuriated my mother to death. Their illegitimate daughter, Lina, cradled her swollen belly, proudly wearing the Colombo family crest, and clung to my husband's arm. The announcer cried, "Congratulations to Don Rossi for reclaiming his one true love, and to Don Colombo for marrying his soulmate!" At the video's end, my father laughed and clinked glasses with Riccardo. "The fake crest and fake marriage certificate for Lia—you really outdid yourself. Aren't you worried she'll be heartbroken?" Riccardo snorted. "She never let Rosa into the house, leaving Lina to grow up as a bastard. This was what she owed her." So that was the truth. But when I finally left with my child for the Massimo family, why did they still regret it?