What Does Novel Idea Mean

+623867xxx ok: Suami lo di apartemen gue.    “Nara?” ketik Keisha pada pesan dari kontak baru yang masuk ke ponselnya.   +623867xxx: Yaps, pacar suami lo. Kasihan, lo tidur sendiri.   Keisha menghdia napas berat membaca pesan dari Nara. “Lagi?” gumamnya pelan. “Sampai kapan kamu mau seperti ini, mas?”    Tidak ingin terlihat lemah di mata Nara yang Keisha tahu adalah pacar Rendra—suaminya, Keisha membalas pesan Nara dengan tenang.   [ Ambil aja buat lo! ] Sent.   Hai, ini adalah kisah Keisha dan Narendra aka Mas Rendra.. Ikuti yah, sebangcat apa Mas Rendra di mata Keisha dan seberapa banyak rahasia yang Rendra simpan dari Keisha?  

My cousin, Kaylee Langford, pushes me down the ski slope when there's an avalanche. My boyfriend, Atlas Ferguson, lifts her into his arms and leaves. He seems to have forgotten that I'm buried underneath the snow mountain. He leaves me stranded at the valley for seven days. He's furious when he finds me. "You should be glad nothing went wrong with Kaylee's arms. Otherwise, the only way you could atone would be to die on this mountain! Our wedding is canceled—we'll have it once you realize what you did wrong." He thinks I'll cry or kick up a fuss, but I merely nod and say, "Okay." He doesn't know that I've made a deal with the Moon Goddess. In six days, I'll be giving up the things that mean most to me—my love for Atlas and my memories of him. Once that happens, I'll forget everything about him and start afresh somewhere new. What does a wedding matter when the Ember Sloane who loved him is now dead?

This isn't a love story, but almost a love story. Irina and Eric share a world through dreams and time travel. They have a strong mutual understanding about the feelings they have for each other, at the same time understanding that they cannot be together. Eric: I open my eyes and find myself standing alone in an empty room. The ceilings and the walls are neatly painted white. And the floor is composed of polished light brown wood. And there is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light comes from. A bright yellow and pale red orange light tells me the sun is setting and soon it will be dark. Eric is a ghost who always appears in Irina's dream. Irina: I open the door to the bedroom. There is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light is coming from. The yellow orange light passes through the open window. I see Eric standing right there on the spot captured by the yellow light. ‘You came back.’ I said. He stood there looking me in the eye. I almost died. Irina is a time traveler who may or may not change his fate. They alternatively tell a bitter sweet story. Love doesn't always mean together, sometimes it is deeper apart. Eric: I stand alone in the rain looking at the dark sky where all I can see is water, for it is both the rain and my tears flowing to my face. Irina: And suddenly it is no longer my reflection I see inside the mirror. What I see now is a figure of a man. I draw closer to see him clearly. But the closer I walk towards him, the farther I become from him. I couldn't get close.

- Tagalog Novel - Hindi anak ni Hannah si Elisha, pero higit pa sa sariling dugo't laman na itinuring niya itong pamilya nang abandunahin ito ng tunay nitong mga magulang. Apat na taon na tumayo siyang ama at ina nang sabay sa bata. Until Elisha's biological parents suddenly reappeared in their lives. At bago pa mapagtanto ni Hannah ang nangyayari, binabawi na ng ama nito ang bata mula sa kanya. Pero gano'n na lang ba iyon? Matapos ang lahat ay tila siya pa ang masama? Up to what lengths could a mother go to keep her child? Kahit na hindi si Hannah ang nagsilang kay Elisha, gagawin pa rin niya ang lahat para ipaglaban ito.  Even if it would mean going against the dangerous Billionaire, Nate Sarmiento in the process. Kahit pa mukhang wala siyang karapatan, Hannah still raised his child and that’s an irreversible fact. But would Hannah survive the harsh treatment before she could even see Elisha again? If she would, what about from Nate’s charms? Could her inexperienced heart handle the danger of falling in love with a man who loves someone else?

Diego strolled into his apartment, his heels clinking softly against the marble floor. He tossed his blonde wig on the couch, and his soft fingers propelled forward to count the dollar bills in his hands. “You're out crossdressing again?” His uncle, Roberto, a tall imposing figure with gray streaks on his hair walked into the room. “I might just have the perfect job for you,” Roberto chuckled softly and tossed a gun at Diego. “What?!” Diego's breath hitched in his throat as he swallowed the weight of the mission his uncle proposed. Cross dressing was one thing that Diego did with ease. There was no way he could do what his uncle requested; assassinating the infamous mafia lord of the Rocco empire. He stood in front of a mirror, holding the gun that Roberto had handed to him. There was no way that this soft and delicate hand could pull a trigger. Diego didn't expect that the mafia lord he was set up against was going to be a man who'll make his heart flutter. He tried to resist, bracing himself to complete his mission. But things only got heated when he found himself “entangled in the rival's hold.”

“That must be enough to get you pregnant.” My eyes snapped open, but this time for a whole different reason. “What?” Blaze blinked, looking confused. “What what?” “What do you mean by pregnant?” I demanded, sitting up despite my exhaustion. “Pregnant, as in the mother of my child? You know... the surrogacy?” “Surrogacy? What surrogacy? What the fuck are you talking about?”

On our wedding anniversary, my CEO husband, Michael Grant, invited me to watch the ocean with him. Tragically, a typhoon hit. I stood there in the raging wind and rain for over two hours, and he never showed up. In the end, all I got was a text that he was suddenly going on a business trip and couldn’t make it. Right after that, his intern, Nora Blake, posted a video on her social feed. It showed my usually pampered husband barefoot while helping fishermen haul crates of seafood. Her caption read: "Our hardworking CEO loves to get his hands dirty!" I laughed and commented: "Diligent and enduring—a true role model for us all." The company Slack channel instantly exploded. Everyone was betting on whether I’d finally blow up this time. Michael called me, his voice tight with fury, "Lauren West! What the heck did you mean by posting that comment? Are you trying to humiliate Nora in public? "It was a typhoon. I helped her family move some fish. What’s the big deal? You’re such a pampered little princess who has no idea how hard life really is. Delete that comment now. I’ll take you to the coast another day." Disgust churned in me. I replied, "Let a man who’s already rolled in the mud take me to the ocean? Forget it." Yes. Michael was now tainted, and I didn’t want him anymore.

René Huang is a French-Chinese Painter who lives in France. He lives alone there when his parents are living in China. He is famous, rich, and handsome. Everything in his life was perfect until finally, unexpected events started happening in his life. He painted some paintings in his sleep, and there was a secret behind them. He wanted to find out the secret, and when he became a guest lecturer in an art university, he met a student who was related to the paintings. Their relationship was not good at first, but when they were investigating the paintings together, the romance started blooming. Note: This novel is inspired by my fanfiction that was posted on another platform. The idea and the story are mines. No plagiarism. Cover by MichelleLeeee

Meet Clarissa Monroe a young lady in her teen who resides in Chicago USA. All around her the latest news in town is about a game which to her are just baseless rumors, in which the rules of the game states that if you fail you lose someone close to you, everyone believes it to be true but she doesn't, if this game truly exists with the vast population of people talking about this game why aren't they dead yet? Why isn't there news of the reduction of population ? Does that mean that people never fail?Do you think it's just a game or it has more to it...?

I broke up with love. Swore I’d never fall again. Then my boss, Xander Blackwell, walked in with his sharp suits, colder eyes, and the kind of mouth that ruins all rules. We agreed: no feelings, just touch. Just heat. Just bodies. But somewhere between late-night calls and stolen glances, the line we drew started to blur. He says I’m just his assistant. But when he whispers "mine" it doesn’t feel like a lie. This wasn’t supposed to mean anything. So why does it feel like everything?