Where World Ends

“Min, kalau di rumah tolong pakaiannya lebih sopan, ya. Di rumah kan ada Bapak sama mas Gema, kurang pantas kalau kamu pakai baju seperti itu," ujarku menegur Mina, asisten rumah tangga yang baru bekerja di rumahku dua bulan belakangan. Tidak bisa di pungkiri, tubuh ARTku itu memang padat berisi, sehingga menonjolkan beberapa bagian tubuhnya yang membuat mata laki-laki akan langsung menatap takjub pada kemolekannya. Tapi sebenarnya hal itu bisa diakali kalau saja Mina mengenakan baju yang lebih longgar dan sopan.  Disinilah awal mula kehancuran rumah tanggaku terjadi.

Riri dan Lili adalah saudara kembar identik. Hanya saja tubuh sang adik mengalami masalah kesehatan. Sehingga kedua orang tua lebih memprioritaskan Lili di atas segalanya. Hal itu yang membuat si bungsu menjadi egois dan merebut apapun yang dimiliki si sulung. Riri senantiasa sendirian dan kesepian. Puncak penderitaan yang harus dialami adalah ketika dia dipaksa menikah dengan Ansel, adik ipar sekaligus teman dan cinta pertama. Semua itu hanya untuk mempertahankan rumah tangga Ansel dan Lili. Lantaran Lili tidak bisa hamil.

“Kapan pulang, Mas?” “Apa aku harus menjawab pertanyaanmu itu??” Kalau boleh memilih takdir, aku ingin hidup sederhana saja asalkan setiap hari bisa bertemu dengan suami. Namun, penyesalan memang selalu datang terlambat. Mas Ares tidak akan pernah bisa pulang karena aku bukanlah rumahnya.

Dear best friend, I had sex with our daughter after you died. 🦪 Dora lost her father on her eighteenth birthday, and she swore to find his killer and end his life herself. Because of this, she signs a ‘fight till death’ deal with Umbra, a deadly secret organization her father worked with. A fight where only one of the two fighters would walk out of the ring alive. Dale Lazarus, a man secretly in love with his best friend’s daughter, killed his best friend in a fight. One of them had to die for the other one to live, and it was Dora’s father who didn’t walk out of the ring. Dora doesn’t know this: that Dale Lazarus, her father’s best friend, and also the man she’s shamelessly obsessed with, is the killer she’s after. She swore to his face that she was going to wipe her father’s killer off the planet, not knowing she was talking about him, and He trains her to kill her father’s killer, knowing he was training her to kill him. What happens when Dora realizes she signed a deal to kill the man she is obsessed with? ~ Content warning: This book contains several sensitive topics that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. Specific warnings include: Graphic violence and gore, Explicit sexual content, Description of grief and loss, and strong language.

He is obsessed, not with her smile but with her tears. She is trying to escape, not just from his tortures but from her inferno. The dark world where no one is innocent, and nothing is pure. Everyone is a villain and everyone is a hero. Here, innocence kills you, and evilness traps you; there is no way to escape. The one who survives the wickedness is the survivor, there are no rules, and the game never ends, but will rules change if vengeance turns into infatuation, where death is not allowed to be part of, yet pain is a must! Welcome to the wicked world of revenge and obsession!

Emaline Liliana's dreams and sleep have always been erotic and lustful, fueled by intense touch, passionate kisses, love, and care. She dreamed of a man with red eyes and two pointed fangs who always smiled and laughed before ending the dream with a bloody scream. A nightmare that is both beautiful and endless. Once the Vampires had taken over the world, the ruthless Vampire King gave the humans a choice: become a source of blood for them, or become their beloved. A place where a human who is both naïve and blind would perish.

Aku terlahir tak diharapkan, hingga akhirnya aku tersisih. Langkah kakiku gontai dalam pelarian ke Ibu Kota, tanpa sanak tanpa saudara. Aku ingin sukses di Jakarta ini, agar kelak bisa kukatakan pada mereka, "Aku bisa berhasil tanpa kalian." Sayangnya, harapanku musnah saat aku justru dijebak seorang mucikari dan dipekerjakan olehnya sebagai wanita penghibur. Tak berhenti disitu, aku justru kenal dengan seorang pelanggan tampan yang semakin merubah tujuan awalku pergi ke Jakarta. "Kau memiliki istri, Mas Gelar?" "Ya, Bita, aku memiliki istri." "Lalu, kenapa kau memilih 'jajan' denganku?"

Regretting the person you once loved is the most tragic kind of love. The butterflies, the heartbeats, and the gazes are all for nothing if you had already lost without even gearing up for a fight. In this world where happy ever after ends with a seal, tragedy is just about to begin, in which crying is its real ending.

“Ayoo bangun, Sayangku,” Angga mencoba lagi, kali ini mencubit hidungku gemas. Aku membuka mata sedikit, memohon. “Mas, aku masih capek dan lemas banget. Kamu duluan aja.” Angga tertawa pelan, tawa yang membuatku ingin meninjunya sekaligus menciumnya. “Loh, kan seharusnya yang kecapekan itu aku, sayang?” godanya, matanya penuh ejekan jenaka. Mataku langsung terbuka lebar. Aku mendorong pelan wajahnya. “Enak saja kamu, ya, kalau ngomong!” Angga tertawa puas. Ia mencium bibirku singkat, sebuah sentuhan pagi yang membuat jantungku berdesir. “Yasudah, kamu tidur lagi sebentar. Aku mandi duluan, Muachhh…” Setelah mandi, kami berdua berdiri berdampingan. Keintiman semalam mengubah segalanya. Gerakan sholat Subuh kami terasa lebih sakral, diimami oleh pria yang telah memeluk jiwaku dan ragaku. Selesai berdoa, aku langsung ingin merebahkan diri lagi. Rasa lelah itu sungguh nyata. Namun, Angga menahan lenganku. “Kamu mau ke mana, Sayang?” tanyanya lembut, tangannya masih memegang tasbih. “Aku mau tidur lagi, Mas. Masih capek dan ngantuk banget,” jawabku dengan mata sayu, tanpa malu mengakui kelemahanku. Angga tersenyum teduh. “Sini, kamu tidur di sini saja. Temani aku berdzikir.” Ia menepuk pahanya yang kini tertutup sarung, mengisyaratkan tempat peristirahatan. Aku menurut. Aku merebahkan diri di pangkuannya, wangi sabun dan parfumnya menyelimutiku. Aku menutup mata, dan suaraku Angga yang merdu melantunkan dzikir menjadi ninabobo paling menenangkan. Angga menatapku yang terlelap, mukena masih menutupi kepalaku, dan damai di wajahku. Hatinya melunak, dipenuhi gelombang emosi yang tak pernah ia rasakan bersama Angel. Angel selalu sulit diajak sholat, selalu menuntut, selalu membuat drama. Putri berbeda. Dia penurut, sederhana, dan kecantikannya bukan hanya di luar, tetapi di dalam hatinya. Angga menarik napas dalam. Ya Allah, terima kasih Engkau telah menjadikan dia sebagai Istriku. Aku sungguh benar-benar mencintainya, batin Angga, sebuah pengakuan yang melegakan sekaligus menakutkan. Semoga dia adalah istri yang bisa membantuku untuk ke surga/Mu nanti, Ya Allah. Aamiin. Angga menunduk, mencium keningku

War. War is all we know. War for peace, war to take, war to protect. War for resources. It is impossible to avoid war because your neighbors won’t. If you are perceived as weak, you will be targeted. Your land and wealth stolen, your people killed, sons enslaved and daughters raped. To survive in this world, more important than oxygen; is strength and a cold heart. The only source of strength are mana veins. He who owns mana veins has the right to live and the right to rule. He who owns mana veins better have the strength to keep it or long life is but a pipe dream. Xasha hated war. War had taken everything from him and gave nothing in return. He hated that all wars were over petty things like pride and pocket change. He always looked to the vast wilderness with longing. He wondered why all the warmongers hadn’t turned their spears there. Where vast lands and untapped wealth were. Once he became a father. Xasha, the naïve, knowledge-loving merchant, decided he did not want his child growing up in the same world he did. He decided to change the world, end all war and unite the abandoned region. How will he do it? By starting a war, a war that will end all wars. Not a war with his neighbors over pride or a few mana veins. No. He will rage against the wilderness and the world beyond.