Âme Sœur

Pada awalnya hidupku berjalan dengan sangat lancar. Aku memiliki teman baik, keluarga yang utuh, dan kekasih yang sangat mencintaiku. Namun, tak ku sangka semua bisa berubah dalam sekejap. Hal ini diawali dengan putusnya hubunganku dengan sang pacar. Ia harus menikah dengan orang lain. Kukira kesedihan ini akan segera berakhir. Namun, semua semakin parah sebab aku adalah saksi kasus pembunuhan seorang penulis. Pelaku pembunuhan itu sekarang berusaha untuk membunuhku. Bagaimana aku bisa hidup tenang? Siapa yang bisa menyelamatkanku sekarang? Kaukah orangnya? Ku mohon biarkan aku hidup!

Anindyaswari, guru honorer sebuah sekolah di Pontianak tiba-tiba dilamar seorang Sersan yang arogan. Dia bagai terhipnotis, tidak bisa menolak. Sersan Kusuma, duda beranak satu yang pernah terluka, tanpa kompromi, meminta Anindyaswari menikah dengannya malam itu juga.

WARNING 21+ BUKAN UNTUK DI BAWAH UMUR Sepuluh tahun, dan Diva masih belum mengingat sosok pria yang selalu memanggilnya BE di dalam mimpi. Sampai dia bertemu Juna, pria yang mengaku sebagai sosok itu. Namun, Diva tidak percaya, meski dia merasa mengenal Juna. Benarkah Juna adalah pria yang selalu hadir di setiap mimpi Diva? Lalu, kenapa Diva tidak mengenali Juna? Mengapa Juna mengatakan kalau Diva sudah meninggal?

Matthew Day, the well-known womanizing CEO of Lexon Corp claims, that the sweet and independent Miss. Ali Dream stole something that belonged to him. She disagrees and does not regret what she did. A rare chance of coincidence gets thrown into the mix and she ends up working for him. He is determined to make her jump through hoops to satisfy his need for revenge. Outside factors, disagree with his idea and form a plot twist that soon involves someone falling in love. A word, Matthew does not believe in, and something Ali has never felt for another man.

Graduation is supposed to be the beginning of freedom for Jamie and Lucas A celebratory trip to Italy turns into a dream when they meet two dangerously powerful men — Matteo De Luca and Enzo Romano. One is calm, calculating, and commands the world with a single look. The other is sharp, loyal, and always watching. Together, they rule an empire built on money, influence… and secrets. And they want them At first, it was intoxicating. Private villas. Exclusive galas. Whispers of protection. The kind of attention that makes you feel chosen. Then Jamie sees something he shouldn’t. He wants to run. But Matteo has already decided what belongs to him. Jamie. And he won't let him go.

Fate has a way of changing everything… Losing his father as a little boy, and his mother, as a teenager, pushed Darius King to grow up quite fast and with a thirst for revenge that drove him to crash every obstacle on his path in order to achieve his goal. Darius goes from a homeless boy to a billionaire bachelor. He has no time for love in his quest for righting wrongs of the past. What he doesn’t know is that love isn't something he can hide from. After losing her mother at a very young age, Alannah grew up with a monster of a father. He punishes her for sins he assumes his deceased wife made against him. Finally, her father does a business deal with Darius King, selling Alannah to the highest bidder.

"You look like this is the last place you want to be just because I'm here. Am I really that vile?" Timothy said nothing. Instead he gritted his teeth and shoved his hands into his pocket. Even in her anger, Chloe noticed him... Every inch of him... And his smell. She could pick out his unique scent. Rough. Masculine and mouthwateringly . It made no sense to her, but she was attuned to his every nuance. The man she had called her best friend until a dizzying series of events dissolved the title like sugar in hot water stared at her dispassionately. It was a good thing they were outside and she hoped that he couldn't see the hurt and disappointment on her face. The look wasn't just in his eyes. It seeped through every shrug, every curl of lips she had once thought were the most perfectly created set of lips on earth. She looked deeper, pathetically desperate to find something else. Something more. A reminder of those times when they would talk to each other for hours, and resume conversations the moment they saw one another again. But clearly the Tim she knew had been replaced by a harder, edgier version of a Timothy Kavell - Packard. He was hard and edgy and cynical to start off with. If she had known that he hated her this much, she wouldn't have agreed to his parents' offer to have dinner with them. She had agreed because a part of her had hoped that somehow, they would fix things and be friends again... And she was just beginning to see how wrong she had been....

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Elena is a simple and naive country girl who falls hopelessly in love with Kyle from the moment she sets her eyes on him, even though he seems way out of her league. Things surprisingly seem to work out in her favor as Kyle takes an interest in her and promises to marry her. What happens when Elena gets heartbroken and Kyle disappears without a trace?

I’m done with men! Not because I hate them, but because everyone I meet, and is just fine enough to pique my interest, I compare to him. And it ends right there and then. The ridiculous thing is that my love interest isn’t real. He is a figure that hunts my nights and brings pleasure into the few seconds that I’m captured by my sleep paralysis. I know that, and I am totally okay with it. Just as I start a new job, and my life seems to take a better turn, determined to forget the man from the shadows, I find my forbidden pleasure standing right in front of me. Suddenly my dream man wears a tailored suit and frowns at me. He is my boss. And he is very real.

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”