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Hayati Zainuddin

This is the life of a girl who wants to be a lady in a rocking chair

When I awoke, I was in a place that wasn’t my room. silk pillow beneath my head, and rich tapestries hanging on the walls. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, like it wasn’t mine. I had somehow been reincarnated into a body—the third daughter of the Marquis?! life as the third daughter of the Marquis family was peaceful. Nothing extraordinary ever happened. I spent my days in the comfort of my family's estate, away from the hustle and bustle of court life. My father, though distant, provided for us, and my sisters—while not always the most agreeable—had their own lives to focus on. I was content, living quietly, with no desire for anything more. That is, until I stumbled upon a book. A beautiful cheap novel that talks about a main character who is trying to survive. But I never imagined that the world I read about would collide with my own life. One evening, my father summoned us all to the drawing room. His tone was unusually serious, and the moment I entered, I could feel the tension in the air. He stood at the center, his gaze fixed on something—or someone—I couldn’t see yet. “I have an illegitimate daughter,” he announced, his voice steady but with a hint of something else beneath it. I froze. The words barely registered at first. But then, as he continued, I realized something that made my heart race. The girl he spoke of, this Aorbel, matched the description from the novel I’d read to the smallest detail. “Her name is Aorbel,” my father continued, “and due to the circumstances, she will now be recognized in society as my daughter.” I watched as a delicate figure stepped forward—a girl with platinum blonde hair that shimmered with a faint pinkish hue, and amber eyes ! she appeared. She was small, fragile-looking, her body almost too delicate to belong in such an imposing space. But it was the way she spoke that caught me off guard. "H-hello..." she stuttered, her voice trembling slightly as she introduced herself. "I-It's nice to m-meet you all... M-my name is Aorbel." The name echoed in my mind, and I felt my pulse quicken. Aorbel—the heroine of the novel. I had read about her, followed her story. She was the one who was shunned, rejected, and Her sisters are going to die! Literally! Over some bullshit! Aorbel was real. And worse, her fate was tied to mine. I remembered the novel’s ending. Aorbel’s sisters would all perish!. *I* would perish. Suddenly, the quiet life I had built for myself felt like it was slipping through my fingers. I wasn’t about to sit by and wait for a fate I’d already read about. So, I did what I thought was the only logical thing: I ran. I fled to the countryside, to the village of Hayat, where no one would know my name or my family. There, I lived a quiet life—just like I had always wanted. I had no titles, no expectations. I could finally breathe. But even in the peace of Hayat, trouble had a way of finding me! RIGHT? ............ but...why..i'm here ? , I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it all. How had my life become so tangled with these nobles, these politics? When I stood before the king, I kept my composure. “It is my duty, Your Majesty,” I said, trying to maintain the calm facade I had perfected. But inside, my mind was racing. *This wasn’t supposed to happen. I just wanted a peaceful life!* The king smiled , but there was an unsettling gleam in his eyes. “Your service has been invaluable, Lady Kevoyal Orilord,” he said, as if my life had been part of some grand design all along. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I had no interest in titles, in recognition, in any of it. But there I stood, accepting the medal, caught in a web of fate I had never wanted. ! SOMONE PLEASE SAVE ME ! And so, the girl who only wanted a quiet life in a rocking chair found herself tangled in something much more complicated than she had ever imagined!!!!
Car0linEL · 2.7K Views

MI VOLAS VIN (I Want You)

Patuhi syarat membaca. 1. Mengandung muatan dewasa (21+) yang belum cukup umur dilarang membaca. 2. Follow akun author / IG @dee.Meliana 3. Kasih like/vote dan komentar yang sopan dan membangun. G: Dark Romance. Dilarang mengcopy paste tulisan ini dalam bentuk apapun!!! Tindakan plagiatan akan saya proses secara hukum. BLURB: ========== Kasih dan pengakuan. Cinta dan nafsu. Gairah dan hasrat. Semua itu adalah bagian penuh pesona dalam setiap kisah yang terjalin dalam kehidupan manusia. Pria, wanita, tua, muda, kaya, miskin, semua lapisan golongan dalam bebagai macam warna mata dan kulit menginginkannya. Keinginan yang tanpa batas untuk memiliki berujung pada obsesi. Obsesi berujung pada kegilaan. Kau bisa melakukan apapun saat menjadi gila. MI VOLAS VIN Bahasa Esperanto yang berarti 'aku menginginkanmu'. Ucapan singkat itu lah yang selalu Leonardo bisikkan pada telinga Jasmine. Obsesi Kegilaan dan Hasrat Membuat Leonardo menginginkan wanita bernama Jasmine lebih dari apapun dan bagaimana pun caranya. Lelaki berbahaya namun tampan dan penuh gairah diperhadapkan dengan wanita biasa yang menyimpan sejuta pesona. Mampukah Leonardo melumpuhkan Jasmine? "Sampai tetes darah terakhir yang mengalir melalui pembuluh darahmu adalah milikku. Mi volas vin, Jasmine!" Leonardo berbisik panas pada telinga Jasmine, membuat tubuh Jasmine bergetar karena sensasinya. "Tidak, ini adalah hal yang salah, Leon!" seru Jasmine. (Mengandung unsur maju mundur atau plot twist, baca dengan penuh penghayatan ya Darling!) Cover bukan milik saya. (Cover is not mine, credit belong to owner) Terima kasih. Selamat membaca, Belle Ame.
BELLEAME · 1.3M Views

The Last Wish of The War God

Tidak ada yang berubah, dunia, perspektif manusia, emosi baik dan buruk, konflik dan segala hal tetap berjalan sesuai porosnya. Sebenarnya, sungguh sebuah kekonyolan bagi seorang panglima perang terkuat dibenua Erdyisium, sang Alter Kematian, Khalion Devothan Dewa kematian, dewa perang, iblis haus darah dan penggila pembantaian, semua julukan yang digunakan untuk menggambarkan manusia paling ditakuti diseluruh benua. Yang telah memimpin lebih dari 140 peperangan semasa hidupnya yang sangat panjang. Kekonyolan bahwa dia menghadapi akhir hayatnya, mati akibat kutukan yang ia terima saat perang terakhir di ujung perbatasan Utara. Daratan yang disebut sebagai lembah keputusasaan, The Death of Northen Valley. Mati akibat dari kebodohan dan kenaifannya. "Tidak ku sangka.. " Seluruh sendinya telah mati rasa, tubuhnya membusuk diatas tumpukan salju abadi, Khalion menatap ujung pedang yang penuh darah, tertancap tepat diatas jantungnya. Berkah raja roh yang membuatnya abadi kini terlihat seperti dongeng melihat ia takluk oleh sebilah pedang tanpa tuan didataran dingin salju abadi Utara. Berkat itu bahkan tak bisa menahan kutukan yang menyebar. "Seandainya saja.. aku tahu lebih awal, bahwa dunia ini.. tidak pernah menjunjung kekuatan untuk sebuah pengakuan." Khalion, terbaring lemah tak berdaya, dengan tubuh yang hampir sepenuhnya membusuk dan menghitam. Tepat diatas lingkaran sihir kutukan, yang dulu ia buat bersama dengan Kaisar saat ini, Algreir Vhitton Rox Erdyisium. Lingkaran ini digunakan untuk menaklukkan penguasa mutlak dari Utara yang tak tunduk pada Kekaisaran. Namun, ternyata ia justru menjadi korban utama seperti subjek yang sudah tak layak guna sehingga pantas dimusnahkan. Jika mengingat misi terakhir yang ia terima dari Algreir, seharusnya ia tahu, semenjak pria bajingan itu mewaspadai dan menaruh mata-mata padanya, itu berarti Sang Kaisar merasa terancam dan hendak memusnahkan keberadaannya. Cakar paling tajam dikekaisaran, sungguh konyol, kau harus mati ditangan orang yang dulu kau harapkan pengakuannya. "Hahahaha... seharusnya aku dengarkan apa kata Mikhael, bahwa kaisar itu tamak, rakus, dan serakah. Mungkin, bajingan Mikhael itu kini telah berhasil menembus istana dan melakukan pemberontakannya." Kepingan salju yang mulai turun, pembusukan yang menyebar cepat diseluruh tubunya, indra dan syarafnya yang mati satu-persatu. Akhir hidup sang legenda, Sang dewa perang akhirnya menutup matanya, dibawah kepingan-kepingan salju kecil yang berjatuhan. Penyesalan, rasa terkhianati, rasa bersalah, ketidak mampuan, amarah yang bergemuruh serta kesedihan yang memuncak, seluruh emosi negatif yang terus menerus muncul membuat mata Khalion menjadi berat untuk sekedar menutup. "Aku.. seperti belum bisa meninggalkan emosi ku.." Batinnya yang masih bergejolak walaupun ia tahu, bahwa kesadaran terakhir yang ia miliki saat ini, sedang berjalan berdampingan dengan kematian yang sedang ia alami. "Harapan.. aku tidak pantas, tapi.. ku ingin hidup untuk tujuan ku.. apakah.. aku bi.. sa... "
UnknownSense · 2.3K Views

Sekretaris Pipi

Semua wanita ingin mempunyai rumah tangga yang Sakinah Mawadah Warohmah. keluarga yang harmonis dan bahagia hingga akhir hayat. Namun ketika impian tidak sesuai dengan kenyataan, jika takdir tuhan berkata lain apa yang harus kita perbuat selain ikhlas dan sabar.  Namaku Vira, aku menikah dengan seorang pengusaha sukses ternama di Ibu Kota. Pernikahan kami diterjang badai saat suamiku mempunyai sekretaris baru di kantornya. tetapi aku tidak tau ternyata kini sahabatkulah yang menjadi sekretaris baru suamiku. "Pipi, kesini CEPAT !" kupanggil suamiku dengan rasa penuh amarah. "Ada apa sih mi, kenapa mimi marah-marah begitu ?" jawab suamiku berjalan menuju ke ranjang tempat tidur kami. "Tolong jelaskan foto apa ini maksudnya !" aku menyodorkan ponsel miliku dan memperlihatkan foto yang di jadikan history oleh sahabatku di media sosial. "Jelas itu foto jesica dengan cowoknya mungkin, kenapa malah tanya ke pipi ?" Jawab suamiku. "No, tidak pi ! ini jelas KAMU ! aku hafal betul perawakan suamiku dan ini jas kamu kan pi ! Tolong jelaskan ke mimi apa maksud semua ini !" bantahku menggebu-gebu, sambil menarik baju yang melekat pada tubuhnya. Aku melihat foto suamiku tampak belakang, memang seperti postur tubuh suamiku. Yang sedang berduaan dikamar hotel. Firasat seorang istri memanglah kuat, namun suamiku selalu mengelaknya. disini lah awal badai rumah tanggaku. Air mata ini tidak berhenti membasahi pipiku. Rasanya hati ini hancur, suami yang aku cintai dan sahabatku yang selama ini sudah aku anggap seperti adiku sendiri telah bermain dibelakangku.  "Apa yang harus aku lakukan ya tuhan, apakah aku harus mengakhiri pernikahan ini atau mempertahankan pernikahanku demi anakku Adel ? dia masih sangat kecil jika harus kehilangan sosok pipinya." menangis tersungkur di lantai. Bagaimana aksi-aksi teror sekretaris pipi itu merebut pipi dari mimi ? Apakah Vira akan mepertahankan pernikahannya yang sudah 7 tahun mereka bangun, atau malah menceraikannya ? Simak Next story ......
iga_emilia · 128.7K Views

Hidden Scars by Blue Diary Author

Wedding Night December 2014, India She was removing her big nose rings from her delicate hand with beautiful henna on it while looking on the man in the bedside who was unbuttoning his sherwani. Her long red silk lehenga was swaying on the floor with all its majesty. She went to washroom and looked at her bridal get up for one last time while her tear and water droplets rolled down her cheeks together. "Are we ready?" She asked in a low and gentle voice after changing into her casual outfit with tears hidden. "Almost" He said swapping his hands after closing the chain of his black suitcase. Hayati and Shayleen left the hotel room together. "Good Bye... Take care" She said desperately hugging him tightly for the last time with all her spirit. A tear rolled down her eye and fall on Shayleen's shoulder making him hug her even tighter. He pulled her head away pressed his lips against with dominating force. She tip toed and and kissed him back almost bitten his lips. Her waist long hair was kept loose dancing in the sky. Under the dazzling moonlight he could see the long eyelashes up close where her tears were sparkling like pearls. "Go before I change my mind" He gently removed his lips away and took his hands back from her waist. She let her arm loose which was hugging him tightly as it was leaving the most precious thing. She turned back immediately and left running and wiping hard tears away. Shayleen stood there without moving an inch, watching her silhouette disappear. She boarded her cab and left without turning back. May be she was afraid if she stood a second more she would start regretting her decision. ... But it was decided. She had prepared herself for this day a long ago. Her ambition was in front of her. The man stood there still opposing the wind, he was wearing golden-framed glasses and his slim-fitting black tuxedo emphasised his broad shoulders and slender waist. His muscles were well built emitting an aura like of king of frost. Before getting into his car the black haired man looked down at his ring and slowly said. "We will meet again."
BlueDiaryAuthor_ · 27.7K Views
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