What Does Cubone Look Like Without The Skull

I stumbled upon my neighbor Henry and his girlfriend in the middle of something awkward. My face immediately flushed bright red, now that I had just turned eighteen. With my parents away on a business trip, they had asked Henry to keep an eye on me. But in the dead of night, I discovered him involved in something... something too awkward to mention.

Pernahkah kamu melihat makhluk yang kamu kira hanya ada di dunia dongeng sebelumnya? Seperti elf, alkemis, penyihir, vampire, werewolf, orc, dan lain-lain. Aciel pernah. Aciel adalah laki-laki beruntung yang nyawanya diselamatkan oleh perempuan cantik bertelinga panjang dan runcing, ketika dia sedang bertugas menyelidiki hewan-hewan yang tiba-tiba saja menjadi liar dan tidak terkendali. Apakah kalian tahu makhluk apakah yang telah menyelamatkan Aciel? Aciel bekerja sama dengan makhluk itu untuk menyelesaikan masalah ini, dan tak disangka-sangka penyebab semua ini adalah karena dendam masa lalu yang belum terselesaikan. Tidak hanya menceritakan tentang dendam, cerita ini juga menceritakan sebuah petualangan, pertarungan, pertengkaran, dan juga percintaan. Seperti kisah dongeng pada umumnya. Akankah kisah Aciel juga berakhir bahagia seperti dongeng-dongeng pengantar tidur lainnya? "Pasti! pasti! semuanya akan berakhir bahagia!" harap Aciel. cover by : I.Salsabilla

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

I was just supposed to drive my friend to her cabin. Drive her there, help her take a picture and go back home. Simple. But I was not supposed to meet her brother... And he was not supposed to notice me. I've sworn off men. My heart is safer that way, trust me I've been hurt before so I know. But I am not prepared for a man like my best friends brother, he's by far the richest, handsomest, and most un-attainable man I've ever come across. I know I should probably stay away from him, after all falling in love has never been part of my life plans. I know I told myself I'd sworn of love, but that was until I met A Man like Aaron Ashgroove…

She’s cold, calculating, and worth billions. He’s loyal, quiet, and ten years her junior. A marriage of convenience was supposed to solve Amelia Hayes’ problems not create new ones. But with a jealous ex-friend hellbent on revenge and a dead sister’s abusive husband circling like a vulture, Amelia and Adrian must fight not just for custody but for survival. And somewhere between the lies, the danger, and the late-night kisses… love might just be the biggest risk of all.

Content warning! Anna, seorang mahasiswi jurusan seni yang berprestasi memiliki sisi gelap sadistik yang orang lain tidak akan mengira dia memilikinya. Dia menyukai melukis sosok manusia yang tengah berpose seksi baik pria maupun wanita. Dia memburu pria-pria tampan untuk dijadikan objek lukisannya. Bermain main dengan mereka dan membuangnya ketika bosan. Sampai kemudian dia bertemu dengan Jason, seorang milyarder yang mensponsori acara pameran seni yang dia ikuti. Jason yang memancarkan aura playboy membuat Anna dengan berani memintanya untuk menjadi model lukisannya. Tak disangka, pria itu ternyata berkarakter lugu dan kikuk mengenai dunia percintaan. Dia juga masih memegang prinsip-prinsip hubungan cinta yang kuno dan kolot. Itu semakin membuat dia menginginkannya. Anna ingin mengajarkannya tentang cinta dan nafsu. Bisakah dia? Pada akhirnya, siapa yang mendominasi siapa?

When Alexander Smith stands in front of me and says he's going to marry someone else, that's when I realize he's been reborn too. I remember our 20 years of love in our past life. A plane crash. And then, rebirth. "This is to save Sophia," he says. "In our past life, she was sold to a Vostmark oligarch after her father's political scandal. Not long after, she took her own life due to abuse. I can't let that tragedy happen again, so I need to get engaged to her." As he speaks, he hands me an orange prescription bottle. "If you take this, you'll forget me for a little while. You won't feel the pain. It's just seven days. Once her father's scandal blows over, you'll stop the medication and your memory will return. Then I'll end the engagement and officially propose to you." I stare at the bottle, knowing it's a lie. Not the part about Sophia's suicide. The lie is about the drug. He thinks it only causes temporary memory loss. But I know better. The suppressant causes permanent damage to emotional memory. The seven-day countdown isn't the time it takes for my memories to return. It's the time it takes for my love for him to die.

Everyone in the upper echelons of society knows that Lewis Alvarez has someone he cherishes like a priceless treasure. He allows her to spend money like it was nothing, flies into a rage at the slightest insult to her, and would willingly sacrifice his life for her. However, those same people also know that Lewis was married to someone else. She’s a mute woman who might as well doesn’t exist. She was only a fragile flower that relied on Lewis to survive.At least, that’s what Lewis thinks of his wife, Josephine Vance. That is until the day she hands him a divorce agreement. That’s what breaks his cool aloofness.

Entering a one-sided love isn't easy, especially if the relationship you have is only for a business. "Why do you have to be alive?" My lips loosened up as I sensed the bitterness in his voice. It is as if he hates my existence so much that he has to do something for me to be gone already. "Why do you even need to be existed in this fucking world if you're just going to ruin my life!" Ciara Hilvano is an innocent and martyr wife who always gets violated by her husband and makes her feel that she's an unwanted wife. This guy really doesn't have any idea that the girl he was hurting and almost killed everyday was secretly suffering from the cancer in heart. The time came when Ciara's life was in big trouble. She almost died because someone tried to end her life. What if Ciara can no longer cope with the challenges and trials in her life? What if she just let her own death fetch her? Will Tyron regret all the things he did to Ciara? What if she dies? Will he cry?

After the plane crash, my body was never recovered. My soul drifted back to the home I hadn't stepped foot in for five years. They didn't know I was dead. They were still waiting for me to come home for Christmas. When my mom got the call from the airline, she froze for a long time, completely at a loss, before breaking down in tears. I followed them as they went to the memorial crash site. That was when I noticed something strange—I could see their levels of regret hovering above their heads. My brother's regret level read: 40%. My father's showed: 60%. Even my sister-in-law had 30% over her head. But my mother's regret level? It flashed a cold, unchanging 0%.