Viking Dreads Male

Raka (27) baru menikahi Tiara, wanita yang ia cintai. Saat Tiara dinas ke luar kota, Raka tinggal di rumah mertuanya untuk sementara. Di sana, ia mulai merasakan ketertarikan tak terduga pada Mama Siska, ibu tiri Tiara yang mempesona di usianya yang ke-42. Awalnya, hanya perhatian wajar seorang mertua, tetapi perlahan, tatapan, senyuman, dan sentuhan kecil mulai menggoyahkan batas. Apakah ini sekadar permainan seorang wanita kesepian, atau ada sesuatu yang lebih berbahaya di baliknya?

Di kosan barunya, Dimas—seorang programmer—tak pernah menyangka akan kembali bertemu Karina, guru les privat yang dulu diam-diam ia kagumi. Kekaguman yang dulu sempat berujung pada satu kesalahan fatal—saat Dimas mencium sang guru di tengah sesi belajar. Sejak itu, Karina menghilang tanpa jejak. Kini mereka bertemu lagi dalam keadaan yang jauh berbeda. Karina adalah pemilik kos tempat Dimas tinggal—dan juga seorang istri yang terjebak dalam pernikahan tanpa cinta. Suaminya kasar, tak setia, dan hanya memanfaatkan Karina demi menutup hutang keluarga. Sampai suatu malam, saat luka dan amarah menelan logika, Karina datang dengan mata sembab dan suara bergetar. “Dimas... hamili aku.” Akal sehat Dimas menolak. Gila. Tidak mungkin dia melakukannya. Karina mantan gurunya, pemilik kosnya, orang yang dia hormati, juga ... Wanita yang bersuami. Namun ... tubuh Dimas, juga setan dalam jiwanya menggelora, 'Bukankah suaminya kasar, tak setia dan tak lebih layak untuk membahagiakannya dibanding dirimu?' Detik itu, urat kewarasan Dimas terputus. Follow ig author : @harucchi224

When Felicia runs away from a future she dreads, she finds more than she could have ever dreamed of. A hidden tower, a mysterious stranger, a new life, the possibility of a true home. She is offered a job as housekeeper to a secretive man living in a tower. But the more she learns about her new companion the more she realizes the future of the divided kingdom lies in her hands. But facing her true self could cost her everything.

Zoey Samantha had an unrequited love. Only I didn't know. It was the fourth year since we were together. She forced me to donate my kidney to that person. I hesitated for a moment, and she slapped me across the face. "That's your older brother. Don't be so selfish." Helplessly, I tried to force a smile. She had no idea that I was on the verge of death.

I made the decision to break up with Layla Freeman as I opened my eyes once more. She wanted to take Charles Jones and his son home so she could take care of them, so I would logically leave. I had a lot of arguments with Layla in my former life because of Charles and his son. She paid for Charles’ son’s wedding using the money I had saved for my retirement. Ultimately, the bitter cold killed me in the winter. When Layla found out about that, she was not filled with sadness. Rather, she accused me of dying on her godson’s wedding day. I would leave her and not have anything to do with her in this life.

I had my meal and was about to leave my sister's restaurant, but the manager stopped me. "Sorry, sir, but you haven't paid your tab." I never saw this guy before. He probably had no idea who I was. Kindly, I explained, "Put it on your boss' tab. She knows what to do." The manager instead gave me a look of derision. "Sir, we're a 3-star Michelin restaurant. We do not put anyone's bill on another person's tab." He handed me an itemized bill. The guy had it ready and printed. I went through the list. The meal alone cost 75 grand. The 'dining utensil gleam maintenance fee' ran up to 45 hundred. There was also an exclusive air purifier fee, which would cost 75 hundred. And there was a 'VIP calm headspace service fee' that ran up to 15 grand. Those were the ones that stood out, but they were far from the last. I had no idea my sister was running an extortion gig. Mirthlessly, I laughed. "I'm your boss' brother. Tell her she's talking to me when she comes home." The manager did not let me go. "Just say you can't afford it. You're not the first one to try and claim you know Ms. Grayheim. I know leeches like you well enough." I texted my secretary. 'Tell my sister she either fires this guy, or I pull my funds out.'

On our wedding night, my wife demanded that I wear a blindfold. She said her body was meant only for her true love. The words hit me like a bucket of ice water, and I snapped, "Are you my wife or his?" She shot back even louder, defiance blazing in her eyes. "I married you. Does that mean I have to show you my body? Coercion is still coercion, even in marriage. My body is only for Matt to see because you simply don't deserve it." Later, she said she wanted to truly be my wife. I found myself thinking she wasn't worthy anymore.

At the award-giving ceremony of the end-of-the-year gala, my boss, George White, suddenly announces that he will be adding a bonus round on a whim. "This is the annual department evaluation! The department that comes last shall come onto the stage and receive a tiny encouragement from me!" The huge screen lights up at that moment. The sales achievements accumulated by all departments are being shown in a ranking system. The sales department is ranked first. The operations department comes second, and the marketing department gets third place. As for the administrative department, the sales achievements shown on the screen are none. After all, that department has no KPI to achieve at all. George beams at us from the administrative department. "Everyone from the administrative department, come on up and receive your prize!" Two people can be seen carrying a basket of brooms up the stage. Everyone bursts into laughter instantly. "Come now, sweep away your bad luck with the brooms! Try not to come up as the bottom-ranked department again next year!" George personally thrusts the brooms into our hands. Camera flashes go off beneath the stage—people are clearly taking photos of us. The people from the sales department are the ones laughing the hardest. "Finally, the peeps from the administrative department are getting the recognition they deserve!"

A month before Wendy Johnson and I are set to marry, she tells me she wants to have another man's baby. Following my refusal, she keeps bringing it up daily. Half a month till the wedding, I see her pregnancy report. Just like that, I find out she is almost a month pregnant. It turns out she has no intention of seeking my agreement on this matter. At that very moment, my love for her for so many years dissipates for good. I'm calling off the wedding and destroying all our shared memories. On the day we are supposed to get married, I join a sealed-off research lab without a second thought. From now on, Wendy and I no longer have anything to do with each other!

"Honey, the washing machine's making that buzzing sound again. Can you fix it please?" I got up from my desk and walked over. Just as I placed my hand on the washing machine, a wave of numbness surged through my body. My heart pounded wildly before I convulsed and collapsed on the floor. Just before everything went dark, I heard my wife on the phone. "He has collapsed. He should be dead by now." The power outlet continued to hiss and buzz, like the mocking laughter of a devil. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my wife asked me to fix the washing machine. I then decided to secretly follow her, only to discover she was posing as a topless model for her art teacher.