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Cinta tidak hanya terasa manis , kadang juga terasa pahit. Love is not only sweet, sometimes bitter too.

Namaku Gia. Gianira! Gadis pemimpi yang memberanikan diri untuk berlayar mengarungi lautan luas demi impian yang harus kutuntaskan. Aku tahu pelayaran ini tak akan mudah. Badai besar menungguku di depan sana, banyak rintangan yang akan kuhadapi, tapi semua itu tak juga menggetarkan tekadku. Hatiku mantap untuk menjadikan petualangan ini sebagai satu dari bagian hidupku.

Di usia enam tahun, seorang gadis kecil tanpa identitas terdampar sendirian di tepi pantai. Tanpa ingatan, tanpa keluarga, bahkan tanpa mengetahui siapa dirinya sendiri. Satu-satunya yang masih ia miliki hanyalah nyawanya. Saat semua harapan seolah telah hilang, sepasang suami istri menemukannya dan memutuskan untuk membawanya pulang. Di rumah sederhana yang dipenuhi kehangatan, bersama tiga anak laki-laki yang perlahan menganggapnya sebagai saudara, ia belajar kembali arti tertawa, arti pulang, dan arti keluarga. Tahun demi tahun berlalu. Luka di tubuhnya telah sembuh, dan kehidupan baru yang damai perlahan menggantikan masa lalu yang kosong. Namun kedamaian itu tidak berlangsung selamanya. Mimpi-mimpi aneh mulai menghantuinya. Pecahan kenangan yang tak pernah ia pahami muncul sedikit demi sedikit, diiringi rasa takut yang tidak dapat ia jelaskan. Siapa dirinya sebelumnya? Mengapa masa lalunya seolah sengaja dihapus? Dan... siapa yang begitu takut jika ia berhasil mengingat semuanya? Saat kepingan-kepingan ingatan mulai kembali, ia dihadapkan pada pilihan yang akan mengubah hidupnya. Haruskah ia mengejar kebenaran yang mungkin menghancurkan kehidupan yang selama ini ia miliki... Atau tetap mempertahankan keluarga yang menerimanya tanpa pernah mempertanyakan siapa dirinya sebenarnya?

Twenty-one years ago, one forbidden love started a war. Ruby Romanova, the daughter of Russia's most feared mafia Don, disappeared after fleeing with the son of the Italian family's greatest enemy. The underworld believed she died, taking the Romanov bloodline with her. But She didn't. Before death finally caught up with her, Ruby hid her three-year-old daughter inside an orphanage and vanished forever. Twenty-one years later, Jade knows nothing about mafia empires or the blood running through her veins. She only knows poverty, unpaid rent, and loving someone who could never love her back. When her roommate's betrayal leaves her sold to organ traffickers, Jade expects to die. Instead, the most feared man in the Russian underworld stops the operation. Don Lev Romanov recognizes the face of the granddaughter he never knew existed. But saving her doesn't mean loving her. To him, Jade is living proof of the daughter who destroyed his family and the Italian bloodline he has spent two decades trying to erase. Trapped inside a palace that feels more like a prison, Jade is forced to inherit an empire she never wanted while an old mafia war begins burning hotter than ever. As enemies close in, buried truths emerge, and the woman she loves slips further from her reach, Jade must decide what matters more: Revenge. Family. Or the only person she's ever loved.

→ Claudette has no choice but to attend Victorit University. Constantly, she by-stands acts of harassments committed by the student board toward one student, Francisco Knight. Until he finally hangs himself, putting an end to all his pain. It leaves her in a tight spot, and questioning whether she has just as much blame as the board.

He fantasized about her action. He never expected her to do that... Slowly he lessen the gap between them, almost touching her left cheek&neck and whispered: "That's right now you are doing the right thing." . . . . . . . . Fiction/Non-Fiction

Alia Mardani seorang gadis yang pernah menjalin hubungan dengan seorang pria bernama Deba Anderson. Hubungan mereka kandas karena Alia kembali ke kampung halamannya, namun cerita cinta itu kembali bersemi disaat Alia kembali ke kota Jakarta dimana ia bisa saja bertemu kembali dengan sang mantan kekasih. Kembali menjalani hari-hari dengan penuh keposesifan dari Deba. Hingga saat Deba menorehkan luka di hati Alia, karena kedatangan teman lama pria itu. Akankah Alia sanggup bertahan?

Did you ever imagine that something like this would happen? Did you search well to realize it? Don't be fooled, you know it's not true Shh… ..silence just close your eyes this won't hurt at all.

Did you ever imagine that something like this would happen? Did you search well to realize it? Don't be fooled, you know it's not true Shh… ..silence just close your eyes this won't hurt at all.

FAE DEBT Everyone knows better than to owe the Fae. I knew it too. The debt came due on a night when the moon looked sharpened, like it could cut you just by being seen. Silver light bled through the trees as I crossed into the Hollow, where the air hummed with old magic and newer malice. My name tasted wrong in my mouth there, as if the forest rejected it. I had borrowed once. Just once. A year ago, my sister was dying—breath rattling, eyes already half gone. Hospitals had failed us. Prayers had bounced off the ceiling and fallen back broken. Someone whispered of the Fae, of bargains struck beneath roots older than kings. I told myself I would pay any price. I just didn’t ask what the price would be. The Fae Queen waited at the center of the Hollow, seated on a throne grown from bone-white branches and living vines. She was beautiful in a way that hurt to look at—too sharp, too perfect. Her smile carried promises and punishments in equal measure. “You’re late,” she said gently. Time didn’t behave here. “I came as soon as I could.” She laughed, and the sound made the leaves shiver. “You came when you could no longer delay.” Fair. Her eyes—green like rot beneath gold—dragged over me. “Do you know what you owe?” “My life,” I said. “My service. My—” “No,” she interrupted, still smiling. “Those are cheap currencies. Humans always offer them first.” She stood. The forest leaned inward, listening. “You owe me what you love most that does not love you back.” My stomach dropped. “That’s not fair,” I said. The Fae Queen stepped closer, close enough that I smelled wildflowers and blood. “Fairness is a human obsession. I saved your sister. She lives. She laughs. She does not wake screaming anymore.” My hands clenched. Images of my sister flooded me—alive, warm, untouched by death. The miracle I had begged for. “And now?” I asked quietly. “Now,” the Queen said, “I collect.” The Hollow shifted. From the shadows stepped him. My breath caught. Elias. The man I had loved in silence for years. My best friend. The one who smiled at me like family, never like hunger. The one who had chosen someone else and never known what he took from me by doing so. He looked confused, human, painfully real. “Why does this place feel wrong?” he asked me. “Why do you look like you’re about to break?” The Queen’s voice brushed my ear. “Your debt is not his death. I’m not cruel.” She paused. Smiled wider. “I’m creative.” The ground beneath Elias shimmered, turning mirror-smooth. He looked down, startled—and then his reflection moved when he did not. It reached up, touched the glass, and smiled back with too many teeth. “No,” I whispered. “He will remain,” the Queen said, “forever just out of reach. Remembered. Untouched. Perfectly preserved in your wanting.” Elias reached for me, his hand passing through my chest like cold mist. “Why can’t I feel you?” Because the Fae do not take flesh. They take longing. The Queen stepped back, satisfied. “Your sister will live a full life. She will never know the cost. And you—” She leaned close, her voice velvet and venom. “—will never love anything without remembering what it costs to borrow from us.” The Hollow began to fade. The moon dulled. The forest released me. I woke at dawn, my phone buzzing with a message from my sister: Good morning. I feel amazing today. I smiled. And somewhere, just beyond the edge of the world, Elias waited—owing nothing, trapped in everything I never said. That is the truth of Fae Debt. They never take what you offer. They take what you cannot stop paying.