freelance poetry editor

Menjadi editor terbaik di Indonesia ketika usianya dua puluh tahun, membuat Sander Brandt melejit. Muda, kaya dan berkuasa untuk sebuah perusahaan media yang besar. Namun ketika dia berhadapan dengan kenyataan bahwa dirinya ditinggalkan oleh Arinda, cinta yang dianggapnya sejati, hanya karena seorang yang tidak sebanding dengannya. Sander menjadi pribadi yang tidak percaya diri dan penuh luka. Semua itu dia tutupi dengan sikapnya yang arogan dan selalu keras saat berhadapan dengan wanita dan cinta. Sebuah proyek berita dengan nilai besar dan penuh rahasia memaksa Sander keluar dari meja kerjanya dan terjun langsung. Dia menuju ke sebuah desa terpencil untuk mendapatkan berita itu. Tempat itu mempertemukan Sander dengan Wuri. Seorang Bidan yang sedang mengabdikan diri di desa tersebut. Keberhasilan Sander membuat berita itu melejit, malah memberikan masalah pada Wuri dan seluruh penduduk desa. Membuat Wuri terseret ke dalam penjara. Usaha Sander untuk menyelamatkan Wuri justru membuat keduanya jatuh cinta dan mengetahui rahasia kelam masing-masing. Karakter insecure dibalut arogansi yang dipertemukan dengan karakter yang penuh rasa benci dan curiga. Dua orang dari dua profesi dan latar belakang kehidupan yang berbeda untuk jatuh cinta dan melupakan perbedaan. Bisakah dua hati dengan luka masa lalu bersatu dalam cinta? Cinta Arrogant Sang Editor! Silahkan terhubung dengan Author di: FB: Ans Afriana IG: Ans Afriana Tiktok: Ans_Afriana Linkedln: Afriana Setiawan

its anything that you want it to be its meant for your feelings to just let lose

What if the tragic story you once mocked… becomes the world you were thrown into? Xiao Zhi spent her life mocking bad novels. As an editor, she tore apart manuscripts for their cliche plots and tragic endings... until she woke up in one of them. Now, she is the Princess destined to die. But Xiao Zhi isn't following the script. She’s using every trick she knows to outsmart the plot and stay alive. The terrifying part? The story is fighting back. Every time she tries to change her fate, the world pulls her closer to the end she’s running from. How do you escape a death that has already been written?

If one looked into a mirror, they'd find their reflection staring right back at them. But that wasn't the case for Damon. He woke up one night, only to find another face staring back at him. But that wasn't the worst case. The worst case was finding out you got transmigrated in a trashy third rate novel. Oh, and not to mention, the even trashier body he got transmigrated into. And a reminder, the world was doomed for destruction come a few years. What could possibly go wrong? Right?! ====== "It's like I was the one actually living it. I felt like I was Damon myself." "But that's not possible." "I am not Damon, I am...." "Wait... who am I?" –Damon.

UNEDITED!!! Read with that in mind please!!! "Kinky, Luke." "Necessary, babe." "Why?" Kissing her on the lips I run my hand down her body and give her a saucy wink and a smirk. "Because I want you to writhe in pleasure. I want you to call my name and no one else's, never again to fuck anyone but me. I want you to think of me every time you get wet, to have myself imprinted in the depths of your mind until you can't live without me, and I want you out of your mind as I fuck you back to reality. I want you, Iris Morris." ******* Drama and attachments. These were the two things Iris Morris never wanted to occur in her life. However, when Lucas Andrews pops up and ruins her interview, both of them unfold in all the wrong ways—like him suddenly filling her small circle of influence. . and her mind! For Lucas Andrews, getting the Adder magazine to be number one on the bestsellers chart is his top priority, even if it costs him his social and romantic life. So when Iris comes as both the perfect magazine editor and the remedy he needs to ward off the girls who keep bugging him, he takes the chance and never lets her go. But what starts as a way to avoid getting stalked soon turns to lust, and every minute they spend together soon becomes agony because the two begin growing the last thing they thought they would for each other—feelings. Add a dating deal to the mix and you have the perfect recipe for trouble. Will the two be able to hold on to themselves and their values, or will their lust win and lead them astray on a path they never imagined they would ever take? Flip the pages and find out how it will all end.

I hope you read, and when you read I hope you find that aching- that longing in you. I hope to light a spark of love in everyone who reads me, that will forge a fire of self love- together we can raise Mother Earth higher.

This is my first poetry to my BFF, written on March 7th, 2023. Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain By: Amoureax Amant Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain, at branch in full peach blossom on mountain, but left tree branch with wind through amber lake, toward fragrant sea like drifting snowflake. Just left when butterfly danced through peach tree, just left when hummingbird echoed with bee, when rising sun turned dark cloud peach blossom, when drifting rain fell from misty cloud dome. What if peach blossom stayed till September, peach blossom might neither dance through water, nor travel with light breeze through small arbor, toward vast sea like boat sailed from harbor. What if peach asked of peach blossom's journey, here's the answer, freer than in valley.

A collection of poems that I enjoy. Some are poems; some are quotes. They aren't mine--all credit where credit is due. There's no actual lead or genre since there isn't a true plot.

This is my second poetry to my BFF, written on October 28th, 2023. I envied redwood stretched toward heaven By: Amoureax Amant I envied redwood stretched toward heaven, whose branch in branch like hand in cloud ocean, whose leaves like thread weaved curtain covered sky, whose spot like stage light lit for butterfly. I envied stray bird hummed with bugs echo, whose siren song spread through redwood shadow, whose feather swirled like lone-drifting snowflake, whose wings like flash slipped through green amber lake. I envied cowboy rode through siren sight, whose horse ran on green sea plain at twilight, whose gun aimed at wild deer in green forest, whose bonfire cooked deer meat in light gauze mist. I envied fish blew bubble in amber, whose bubble bloomed as gorgeous as flower.

Where there is sadness, happiness, or emotions, There is blue.