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Memang jodoh cerminan dari diri sendiri namun tidak ada salahnya bukan jika kita berusaha dan berubah demi mendapatkan orang tersebut. *** Dilain sisi Adit saat ini sedang berada ditempat tongkrongan bersama teman-temannya. Adit merupakan salah satu penggemar motor sport. Dia mendapat julukan sebagai king of motor karena prestasi nya yang selalu menjadi juara lomba balap liar menjadikan nya dirinya dikenal banyak orang. "Hay brother tumben Lo diam saja disini gak gabung sama teman-teman yang lainnya" seru doni teman Adit yang tiba-tiba muncul. "Lagi gak mood gue" balas Adit sembari menghisap rokok nya. "Ada gerangan apakah ini? Apa jangan-jangan Lo sedang patah hati? Soalnya sedari tadi gue perhatiin Lo kebanyakan melamun" Tanya Doni yang sedikit kepo. "Apaan sih Lo" kelak Adit. "Alah jujur ajalah bro sama gue lagian kita kan juga udah kenal lama udah dari SD malah jadi gue tu tau semua sifat Lo termasuk kalauo sedang berbohong seperti sekarang ini" ujar doni yang masih coba memancing Adit agar mah bercerita. "Bisa aja Lo" balas Adit lalu mematikan rokoknya. "Sini-sini cerita aja sama gue siapa tau nanti gue bisa ngasih saran dan jalan keluar buat Lo" seru doni lagi. "Emm gue lagi tertarik sama cewek" balas Adit singkat. "Tertarik atau jatuh cinta hayo" goda Doni. "Untuk saat ini kayaknya gue lagi tertarik aja lebih tepatnya sih kagum sama dia soalnya gue belum bisa bilang kalau itu cinta karna gue masih trauma sama yang dulu" balas Adit yang mengingat masa kelam nya. "Kenapa harus trauma sih lagian gak semua cewek kayak gitu sekarang ini saat yang tepat buat Lo bangkit dari keterpurukan masa lalu Lo yang kelam itu" seru doni yang ingin sahabat nya itu bangkit dari peristiwa itu.

Aku menyukai Umar, tapi dia malah melamar adik ku dan menikahinya. Hatiku di buat luluh lantak tak berbentuk dalam satu malam. Sosok Umar yang begitu taat akan agama membuatku mendambakan dia sebagai calon imam ku. Meski aku sudah mendengar bahwa pernikahan itu akibat kesalah pahaman, tapi aku tetap merasa di khianati. Sampai akhirnya ayah menjodohkan aku dengan pria bernama Habib. Dia pria yang baik dan juga taat beribadah. Namun, bagaimana bisa aku menjalin hubungan pernikahan dengan pria yang sama sekali tidak aku cintai? Dosa apa yang ku buat di masa lalu hingga aku harus menjalani hidup seperti ini? Aku bahkan tidak bisa melupakan Umar meski status ku sudah berubah menjadi istri orang. “Mas mengerti, dan Mas nggak akan sentuh kamu sebelum Umar hilang dari sini,” kata Habib menunjuk dada ku. Aku terdiam. Note : Jangan lupa mampir ke story ku "Cinta Diatas Kertas" ya, ceritanya gak kalah seru sama kisah El kok!

Some people perform joy so completely that nobody notices they’re drowning until the water is already over their head—and Riyura Shiko has turned that performance into an art form. Fifteen years old, purple-haired, red bow-tied, and explosively cheerful in the specific way of someone who learned early that being cheerful was safer than being honest, Riyura arrives at Jeremy High not as a normal transfer student—but as a walking thunderclap in a school uniform. Officially, he’s there for a “fresh start” after an incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline. Unofficially, he’s there because wherever Riyura goes, normality quietly packs its bags and leaves. Jeremy High is no ordinary school. Founded in 1876 under impossible circumstances—three suicidal teenagers, letters from a descendant who wouldn’t exist for a century, and a foundation built as much on suffering as it is on survival—it attracts the broken, the chaotic, and the unexplainable. Riyura fits in immediately… and completely disrupts everything anyway. From shouting greetings at trees to challenging athletes to dribble pineapples, from staging lunchtime operas about dumplings to turning every hallway into a stage, he floods the school with a kind of absurd, relentless energy that feels almost supernatural on its own. But beneath the chaos is something quieter. Something fragile. Because Riyura isn’t just trying to be seen—he’s trying not to disappear. Over the next four years, what unfolds is everything. Not just the ridiculous, high-energy nonsense of flying fruit and social disasters, but corruption networks, government conspiracies, psychic abilities tied to Edo-period bloodlines, time manipulation, preserved souls, and a brother who dies… and comes back? Government agents become allies. Truths unravel. The very sanctuary that saved them reveals the cost of its existence. And still—beneath all of that—the people matter most. Yakamira, sharp and analytical, alive against all odds. Miyaka, opening her pencil case every morning as an act of quiet defiance. Subarashī, scars catching the light as he declares himself to the world. Jisatsu, holding steady, fourteen months without a crisis. Pan, baking at 4 AM not because he has to—but because he chooses to. None of them are whole. All of them are trying. And together, they form something stubborn and unbreakable: a family built not from perfection, but from the refusal to let each other drown alone. Then comes graduation. Osaka. Cherry University. Cherry blossom seasons that feel too soft for everything they’ve survived. And the slow, difficult realization that surviving and living are entirely different skills. And many more characters in the main stage at that as per-usual. Riyura Shiko isn’t just the loudest person in the room. He’s the one most afraid of silence. His absurdity isn’t there to make you laugh—it’s there to overwhelm you, to push past the limits of what “normal” even means, to prove that being alive isn’t about fitting in, but about refusing to disappear. The humor isn’t clean, or even traditionally funny—it’s chaotic, excessive, and sometimes deliberately irritating. Because this story doesn’t aim to be funny. It aims to feel. Loudly. Uncomfortably. Honestly. This is the complete story of Riyura Shiko. From a teenager hiding behind a crooked bow tie and a perfectly rehearsed smile… to someone who slowly, painfully learns what genuine laughter actually feels like. From impossible walls to open skies. It costs something. It leaves something behind. Neither cancels the other out. THE NAMES… RIYURA SHIKO! - RATED MA26+. Still here. That’s always been enough. Because this series has the worst humor you could ever wish for. >;)

To break the gods, he must become worse than them. Raen Valor was once a nameless orphan, a shadow in the alleys of a dying empire. Now, reborn by the will of a forgotten Demon God, he walks a path of blood, betrayal, and stolen power. In a world where true power lies in Names—the sacred truths that define reality—Raen becomes a Thronedead, a forbidden being who devours the Names of gods, rewriting the laws of existence itself. But every name taken eats away at his soul. Every god slain brings him closer to madness, and the throne he seeks to destroy whispers temptations of its own. Alongside Lyra, a girl bound by forbidden magic and a haunting past, Raen ventures into cursed lands, unearths buried truths, and confronts horrors born from divine lies. Together, they will challenge the very foundation of the world. But can a man who devours identity remember who he truly is? Brutal. Philosophical. Unforgettable. Thronebreaker: The One Who Devours Names is a dark fantasy epic that weaves psychological depth, unique worldbuilding, and a power system unlike any you’ve seen before. ___________________________________ Join the Discord for updates, character art, announcements, and more: https://discord.gg/J9VsU5d7

The modern world of magic has moved on. Magic of old no longer allowed in the new age. Deemed too barbaric for the contemporary world, magic skills and formulae have taken the country of Idraver by storm and with their arrival, heralding in a new age of magic. Decades later, a young man named Keldon, born without the ability to use skills, begins to experience strange dreams, and with them came the return of an ancient magic. Given an impossible task, what do his newfound powers mean? Or is their return merely a signal for the beginning of the final end.

Genre: Dark Supernatural Psychological Thriller / Tragic Romance Protagonist: Kaito Sena, 19 Setting: Kūro-shi — a fictional mid-sized Japanese city built across a river delta, where old industrial districts rot next to glass towers, and the fog never quite burns off before nightfall. Core Mystery: A girl was murdered in an alley searching for someone she had no reason to know. The next morning, she walked back into the world wearing her own face — and didn't remember dying at all.

In a world where power decides everything, every person is born with a rank that determines their fate. Hero. Genius. Or trash. When he woke up in that brutal world, the system marked him as something worse than weak. An extra.But what no one knows… is that even the most insignificant character can destroy the story.

In a world where being forgotten means disappearing, Aren Vale has a curse no one else carries—he remembers the people the world erases. When he meets Liora Wynn, a girl already fading from reality, Aren becomes the only person who can still see her, hear her, remember her name. As memories vanish and time runs out, the two cling to something fragile and dangerous: love. But remembering someone who is meant to disappear comes at a price. And the world never forgets those who defy it. A tragic supernatural romance about memory, loss, and the cost of loving someone the world has already let go.

Ayaan Rahmani grew up in a small village where people respected his father, the local imam. But after his father’s sudden death, everything changed. The same people who once praised their family turned their backs on them. Buried in debt, mocked by relatives, and betrayed by his closest friend, Ayaan slowly drifted away from faith. Anger replaced patience. Silence replaced prayer. One rainy night, after committing a mistake that would haunt him forever, Ayaan hears words from an old stranger inside a masjid: “When Allah removes people from your life, sometimes He is saving your soul.” Those words begin a journey that changes everything. Not a journey to become the richest man. Not the strongest. But a man trying to rebuild his heart before it is too late.

> At eight years old, Zane Mercer watched his family die. > His mother pressed a paper into his hand. > Seven names. > > Fourteen years later — he's crossing them out. > > One by one. In the right order. > > Until none remain.