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Carving on the Wall

Satya is a man who for two years has always harbored hatred towards Sonya, his boss at a private insurance company. With Sonya's attitude and words that are always harsh and insulting to him, every day Satya's hatred is getting bigger. One day, Satya finds all his hatred towards Sonya fading and disappearing just like that after he finds out the truth about Sonya. And now, for a week, they were even involved in an unusually intimate relationship. Unfortunately, the relationship did not last long, Satya left the pregnant Sonya, and he returned to his hometown, Bali. In the old house that his family inherited from generation to generation, Satya found a carving on one of the walls in the living room, with a line of words barely legible. He who lived alone because all his relatives had died, tried to recall the stories of his ancestors about the carving. Until one night, by accident, Satya was able to recall the lines of sentences that were between the carvings on the living room wall. Something happened shortly after Satya read the sentence. He felt his body being pulled by a powerful force that made him move between dimensions and time. Satya was suddenly in one land, in the era 1000 years before his time. Here, Satya has to fight hard to return to his time by helping a royal princess named Lathifa Minan who is usually called Lathi, the princess is being oppressed by her husband. She was even sentenced to death by being thrown to the bottom of the sea. Can Satya save Princess Lathi? Or, can he go back to his time? Then, how does Satya's relationship with Sonya end up, which he left pregnant? Well, find the answer in this story. Happy reading ^^

Ando_Ajo · Kỳ huyễn
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Playing With Fire

"I know that," Pramudya looked into the girl's eyes as if to look for something hidden in there. "No, no!" then he shook his head. "I'm starting to suspect you, Rangda, to be honest."

"You're worried I'll kill you?" Rangda smiled and leaned closer to Pramudya's face and body.

Pramudya laughed softly, but he didn't dare even to kiss the girl's lips because he knew they were deadly.

"No," he said, "you can do that any time you want."

"Then?"

"Who knows!" said Pramudya with a long and heavy sigh. "I feel like you're after something I don't know about—some kind of amulet or heirloom weapon, perhaps."

"Amulet?" Rangda repeated. "Heirloom weapon?"

Again, Pramudya shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows? You'd tell me!"

"I told you, didn't I?" Rangda kissed Pramudya's neck, shoulders, and one of his nipples, giving him goosebumps with amusement. "I just want to expand your territory."