Whos The Killer

Apa jadinya kalau suami loe adalah dosen yang terkenal killer di kampus? Itulah yang dialami oleh Aliandra Cessa, gadis berusia 19 tahun yang baru saja lulus dari bangku SMA. Ia harus menikah karena perjodohan yang dilakukan oleh papihnya dengan teman bisnis sang papih yang ternyata adalah dosennya sendiri. Kalau sang suami adalah dosen baik hati, mungkin hidup Alia tidak akan serumit itu. Ternyata punya suami seorang dosen tidak menjamin dirinya akan mendapatkan nilai memuaskan pada mata kuliah suaminya. Bagaimanakah hidup Alia bersama suami yang merangkap dosen killer-nya itu?

Belinda dituntut keluarga angkatnya menikah secepatnya karena kakak tiri dan semua saudara sepupu telah menikah, walaupun dirinya masih kuliah. Selain itu, alasan utama tuntutan itu adalah keluarga angkatnya sangat membencinya dan tidak ingin merawatnya lagi. Di hari pertama kuliah semester lima, Belinda membuat masalah pada Brandon yang bertemperamen buruk, sehingga membuat hubungan mereka di kampus sebagai dosen dan mahasiswi musuh bebuyutan. Namun, siapa sangka Brandon akhirnya ingin menikahi Belinda karena nyawa sang ibu kandung Brandon dalam bahaya, yang selama bertahun-tahun disembunyikan di rumah sakit terpencil dan hanya orang tertentu yang bisa mengakses rumah sakit itu. Kebetulan selama ini yang sukarela merawat ibu Brandon adalah Belinda. Mengetahui mahasiswinya sendiri sekaligus gadis yang paling dibencinya adalah penyelamat ibunya, Brandon memutuskan menikahi Belinda. Selain itu, tujuannya ingin menikah Belinda karena ingin menghindari perjodohan tidak diinginkannya. Awalnya Belinda tidak ingin menikahi Brandon karena sikap Brandon keterlaluan, kini terpaksa melakukannya demi mendapatkan keuntungan yang diberikan Brandon. Namun, Belinda tidak ingin pernikahan mereka tersebar luas di kampus maupun media sosial. Baik Belinda maupun Brandon terpaksa melakukan pernikahan sandiwara. Hubungan mereka yang penuh rasa benci sejak pertemuan pertama mereka, bagaimana caranya agar mereka saling jatuh cinta satu sama lain? Siapakah orang yang mengincar nyawa ibu Brandon?

In a world where werewolves rule from the shadows, Rhett Blackwood is king. To hold his empire, he must forge a blood bond with a ruthless assassin who would rather kill him than kneel. But when one act of violence awakens a bond written in fate — and blood — they are thrown into a brutal war where love may be their only weapon… and their greatest curse.

Seven years ago, my husband, the King of the Humans, banished me to the Everfrost Plains, where my life came to a tragic end. Seven years later, a grave illness befalls the Queen of the Humans, and blood spills endlessly from her lips. The clerics claim that I have cursed her. Only the blood taken from my heart can cure her fully. Gareth Lancaster, my former husband, comforts his new wife, the queen, and says, "You have nothing to fear. To think she's still trying to harm you, her older sister, even when she has been exiled! "I'll march to the Everfrost Plains right away and carve her heart out to use as your cure. Then, I'll have her soul sent to hell to suffer in torment for all eternity." Sword in hand, Gareth heads to the Everfrost Plains. He finds a Serpentkin, one who should've died in the Great War of the Beasts and Men seven years ago. The Serpentkin has frozen solid, standing before my grave with his hands clasped together as if in prayer. In front of my grave sits a young girl. She says, "You won't be able to take my mother's heart. She died many years ago. I stayed here to let the truth be known to all…"

I didn’t marry him for love. I married him to pay my father’s debt. To save my brother’s life. To survive. Lucien Draven is a billionaire, a killer, and the man who made my father disappear. Or so I believed. Now, I wear his ring. Sleep under his roof. Live as his wife with no rights, no freedom, and one rule: *Never ask about the night my father died* But secrets don’t stay buried. And when I dig too deep, I find something that changes everything. Maybe Lucien didn’t kill my father. Maybe the real killer is closer than I think. And maybe… the devil I married is the only one who ever truly wanted to protect me.

My younger brother, Luke, committed suicide after being falsely accused of plagiarizing Layla's brother's music. My own life was a living hell. I was a respected music critic, but now I was the sister of "the plagiarist." My reputation was in tatters. My colleagues whispered behind my back, and my articles were dismissed as the ramblings of a biased, grieving relative. The one person who had always stood by me was my husband, Julian, a successful music producer. We had been together since college, and he was my rock, my refuge in the storm. I thought he would believe me. But, he didn't. But the real betrayal came the evening, just another day of being ridiculed online, I came home to find Julian on the phone. His voice was low and urgent, laced with a coldness I had never heard before. "The case is closed, Layla. It’s over," he said. "The evidence has been submitted. No one will ever know that it was your brother who plagiarized Luke's music."

“Kalau aku booking satu minggu berapa tarifmu?” Ivanka Katleya terkejut saat tahu pria yang memesannya hari ini adalah Alvan Abbiya, salah satu dosen yang terkenal killer di kampusnya. Thea menolak dan berpikir jika Alvan sengaja memesan untuk menjebaknya kemudian melaporkan pekerjaan sambilannya sebagai call girl ke pihak kampus. Alhasil dia akan dikeluarkan dari kampus karena mencemarkan nama baik kampus. Namun, ternyata dugaan Thea salah. Alvan menyewa jasanya untuk menyamar sebagai kekasihnya. Keluarga Alvan percaya dan parahnya lagi, hari itu juga mereka langsung dinikahkan. _________________________________________ Cerita ini sekuel dari kisah Widuri dan Emran, ya. Tapi sebagai tokoh utamanya adalah putra ketiga mereka. Cus.. yang mau reunian, mampir di sini.

My name is Janet Chance, and I am a researcher focusing on cancer drug development. I have a blissful family life and a career worth fighting for. However, just as I am about to go save a life using my newly researched drug, I discover that the car specifically used to transport the drug has inexplicably disappeared. Upon checking the surveillance footage, I learn that my high school classmate, Melissa Lane, has driven it away. "What do you mean it's your car? This is my husband's car!" I snap back anxiously. "Give me back my car! Right now!" Just as I finish speaking, I hear a crowd's mocking laughter coming from the other end of the phone. "Do you know who you're talking to?" "Your car? This car belongs to the wealthiest man in the country!" Melissa immediately adds, "I'm about to marry the wealthiest man in Azlude! He was worried about my safety, so he specifically allowed me to take this car. "He told me it's very well protected with its bulletproof glass. How dare you say this car is yours, you penniless loser?" In order to take back the drug, I have no choice but to rush over to Melissa's wedding venue. That is when I see the man embracing her in the poster is Samuel Fuller, who is none other than the husband I have been married to for the past three years.

Life was like a long thread, and the knot in it was a new beginning. Three lives. Three stories. But one shared fate. Ethan Lopez's life unraveled when he was accused of murdering Kaylee Anderson. On the day he was inaugurated as the CEO of Lopez Food Company, the murder occurred in Dylan Gabriel's penthouse, The Opulent Height. As the police continued their investigation, Ethan found himself targeted again, this time for kidnapping. This marked the beginning of the downfall of Lopez Food Company, benefiting their rival, Delish Delight Company. All evidence and leads pointed to Ethan until a new name emerged in the case: Blair Anderson, a seemingly ordinary baker at Lopez Food Company. Disclamer: R18+ This story may contain strong language, expletives, and mature content for adult readers, including themes of violence. It is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, businesses, places, or events is coincidental. This story is not intended to offend or defame any individual, entity, caste, community, race, religion, or to denigrate any institution or person, living or dead. Readers discretion is advised.

"Pick up…. pick up… please" When the call did not get through, I burst into tears. The killer was now banging the door violently. “Inspector Kenneth speaking” Uncle Ken’s voice came through and right at the same the killer made a whole in the door by his continuous banging. "Uncle Ken, he's here, he is going to kill me…." I stated this in a panicked, horrified tone. “Zara, darling, we were going to have some fun why did you called the police?” he said in a cold tone bringing out his silvery knife. A shudder rushed down the spine. However, I maintained my composure. "You are over now," I said, trying to mask my terror. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, not yet…." He answered and raced towards me. What happens next???