Villa Hantu

When I arrive at a villa to fulfill an order, the beautiful young woman living there looks at me expectantly, her face flushed. "Stop looking around—there aren't any dogs here. I'm the one you need to feed…" She changes into inviting lingerie and pins me to the couch. Her voice is coy, and her lips are soft. She parts them slightly and looks at me lovingly. "Remember to use all your strength to fill me up, okay? If you don't, I'll give you a bad rating…"

​Zwei Menschen. Ein verbotenes Grab aus Kalk und Pigmenten. Und eine Wahrheit, die tödlich ist. ​Die renommierte Restauratorin Isabella bekommt das Angebot ihres Lebens: In einer abgelegenen, prachtvollen Villa in Italien soll sie ein jahrhundertealtes Fresko freilegen. Doch schon bei ihrer Ankunft spürt sie, dass die Mauern der Villa mehr verbergen als nur alte Kunst. Ihr Auftraggeber, der unterkühlte und machtbesessene Enzo, kontrolliert jeden ihrer Handgriffe über ein Netz aus Kameras. Er ist ein Mann, der keine Fehler duldet und Gefühle als eine tödliche Schwäche betrachtet – eine Lektion, die er blutig lernen musste. ​Während Isabella Schicht für Schicht den alten Gips abträgt, stößt sie auf ein Geheimnis, das niemals das Tageslicht hätte sehen dürfen. Ein Auge starrt sie aus der Wand an – ein Zeuge eines Verbrechens, das Enzo um jeden Preis unter Verschluss halten will. Trotz seiner ausdrücklichen Warnung, nur das Auge freizulegen, treibt Isabellas unbezähmbare Neugier sie weiter. Unter ihrem Spachtel erscheint ein schreiender Mund, und mit ihm die Gewissheit: Dieses Fresko ist kein Kunstwerk, es ist ein Grabstein. ​Als der ehemalige Polizist Paolo Rossini vor den Toren der Villa auftaucht und Isabella vor dem Schicksal ihrer verschwundenen Vorgängerin warnt, muss sie sich entscheiden. Rossini bietet ihr die Flucht an, doch die dunkle Anziehungskraft zwischen ihr und Enzo ist längst zu einer gefährlichen Fessel geworden. ​Enzo merkt, dass er die Kontrolle verliert – über das Geheimnis, über sein Haus und über sich selbst. In der staubigen Stille des Ateliers prallen zwei Welten aufeinander: Isabellas Drang nach der Wahrheit und Enzos Wille, sie im Dunkeln zu lassen. Doch je näher sie sich kommen, desto klarer wird: Wer die Schichten der Vergangenheit freilegt, muss bereit sein, unter ihnen begraben zu werden. ​Die Wahrheit will gesehen werden. Doch manche Blicke überlebt man nicht.

My bride went missing on the night of our big day but woke up in my brother's room the next day. My parents persuaded me to ignore it for the sake of fame but scolded my wife as an easy girl. Angrily, I moved out of the villa with my wife. Soon after, my wife had a miscarriage and suffered from depression due to gossip. She jumped off from the top floor in front of me. Desperately, I followed her. Opening my eyes again, I found myself back to the time when the wedding ended.

During a classmates' reunion party, the villa unexpectedly collapses, trapping both Priscilla Hobbs, my husband's true love, and me beneath the fallen ceiling. My husband is a member of the rescue team. To keep Priscilla alive, he chooses to lift the ceiling from her side. He says, "Pris is an actress. She can't be crippled." The ceiling crushes my legs as it's lifted from the other end. My husband seems to have forgotten that I have a congenital blood clotting disorder. Without my legs, I'll die…

The little boy I had saved when we were kids grew up to be a possessive, obsessive CEO. For ten years, he kept me by his side, using my grandmother's illness as a bargaining chip to force me into marrying him. He tried everything to win my heart, pulling every trick in the book, but no matter what he did, he could never make me love him. In a fit of rage, he found a woman who looked almost exactly like me to take my place. They flaunted their relationship for everyone to see, and people whispered that the CEO had finally found his true love. But that day, the woman, riding on his affection, barged into the villa with her entourage. She broke my fingers one by one, slashed my face with a utility knife, and removed my clothes to humiliate me. "Even though you had surgery to look like me, I'll let that slide. But you even learned to paint like me, too? You really did your homework. Let's see how you try to seduce men now!" Just as I was bleeding out and on the verge of death, the obsessive CEO finally showed up. The stand-in grabbed my hair and dragged me in front of him, smugly reporting, "Honey, this wench was hiding in the villa trying to seduce you. I've made sure she can't succeed!"

Ian Ludwig and I have grown more in sync in the eight years we have been married. I believe him when he lies to me that he's on a business trip, when in reality he's buying a villa for Francesca Yarrington, his childhood friend. He also believes me when I hand him a divorce agreement, saying that it is a property transfer agreement. There's still one month left in the cooling-off period before our divorce is finalized. That gives me just enough time to clear out everything from our eight years of marriage.

Setelah memainkan sebuah permainan memanggil arwah dengan menggunakan meja sebagai medianya, Sora, gadis tomboy berusia 18 tahun di serang oleh roh jahat. Sejak saat itu, hidup Sora yang awalnya tenang menjadi berubah. Banyak hantu yang bermunculan dan mengincar nyawanya sehingga membuat gadis itu menjadi tidak berdaya. Tetapi teman sekelasnya yang bisa memurnikan roh jahat bernama Ryou rela bertaruh nyawa untuk melindungi Sora. Apakah hanya kebetulan roh-roh itu muncul dan ingin mencelakai Sora? Ataukah ada hal lain dibalik semua kejadian yang menimpa mereka? Mampukah Ryou melindungi Sora dan menyelamatkan hidupnya? -The tale of eternal love- "Melindungimu adalah makna hidupku. Aku siap mengorbankan nyawaku demi dirimu ...." -Ryou Kamiyama-

Hidup Sena Aurora biasa saja sebelum bertemu dengan laki-laki misterius penghuni sebuah rumah yang sering orang-orang sebut sebagai rumah hantu, Quinton Wigar Adyaksa. Karena sesuatu yang tidak seharusnya Sena lihat, Quin membuat Sena mendekam dalam salah satu kamar di rumah hantu. Kata damai sudah tak ada lagi dalam kamus Sena. Yang terjadi hanya sebuah kengerian yang perlahan justru menjadi candu, yang membuat Sena berpikir, haruskah dia berusaha kabur atau tetap berada dalam genggaman Quin? Lalu, siapa sebenarnya Quin? Kenapa pria misterius itu hanya menghabiskan waktunya di rumah yang memiliki penjagaan super ketat dan membuat Sena menuruti semua kemauannya? Book cover :: Exclusively designed by Canva Pro and owned by Cassie IG : @cassienara

Sepuluh tahun bahtera rumah tangga Fadilah Muhammad, seorang CEO sukses, dan Fahira Dewi Puspita terasa hampa tanpa kehadiran seorang anak. Berbagai upaya medis dan tradisional telah mereka tempuh, namun garis keturunan tak kunjung hadir. Tekanan semakin berat dirasakan Fahira tatkala ibunda Fadil tak henti menyindir dan bahkan mencelanya. Setiap pertemuan menjadi momok yang menggerogoti ketenangan batin Fahira. Label mandul seolah menjadi hantu yang terus menghantuinya, membuatnya terpuruk dalam kesedihan dan stres yang mendalam. Di tengah perjuangan melawan takdir dan tekanan keluarga, akankah cinta Fadil dan Fahira mampu bertahan? Mampukah mereka menemukan kebahagiaan sejati di tengah penantian yang tak berujung, ataukah tekanan dari orang terdekat justru akan merenggut segalanya?

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.