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Harry And Hermione Half Blood Prince

Spoiled Girl and Cold Prince

Chaby, gadis dengan mata bulat dan rambut panjang yang selalu terurai, berjalan dengan langkah gontai menuju gerbang sekolah. Ia baru saja menginjak bangku SMA, namun rasa gugup dan takut mencengkeram hatinya. Bukan takut akan pelajaran atau teman baru, melainkan takut akan dunia luar yang terasa begitu asing dan menakutkan. Masa lalu yang kelam telah menorehkan luka dalam di hatinya, membuatnya tumbuh menjadi gadis yang manja dan bergantung pada kakaknya, satu-satunya keluarga yang peduli padanya. Di hari pertamanya, Chaby bertemu dengan Pika, gadis tomboi dengan rambut pendek dan selalu bersemangat. Pika mengajak Chaby untuk menerobos pagar sekolah, sebuah aksi yang terkesan menantang bagi Chaby yang terbiasa hidup dalam batasan. Tergiur oleh semangat Pika, Chaby pun menyetujui, tanpa menyadari bahaya yang mengintai. Saat berada di puncak pagar, Chaby panik. Ia tak tahu bagaimana cara turun. Ketinggian membuat kepalanya berputar, dan kakinya gemetar. Air mata mulai menggenang di pelupuk matanya, siap untuk tumpah. "Eh, lo kenapa? Takut?" tanya Pika, melihat Chaby yang terdiam dengan wajah pucat. Chaby hanya mengangguk, tak mampu berkata-kata. "Sabar, gue bantu," kata Pika, lalu dengan sigap memanjat pagar dan menjulurkan tangannya ke arah Chaby. Chaby meraih tangan Pika, namun tiba-tiba sebuah tangan kekar menariknya dari atas pagar. Chaby terhuyung dan hampir jatuh, namun tangan itu dengan sigap menahannya. Ia mendongak dan melihat wajah pria tampan dengan tatapan tajam. "Kenapa lo ngajak dia manjat pagar? Lo gak liat dia takut?" tanya pria itu dengan suara dingin, membuat Chaby semakin ciut. "Deklan, ini Chaby, temen sekelas gue," jawab Pika, sedikit tersinggung dengan nada bicara kakaknya. Decklan, begitulah nama pria itu, hanya berdehem dan menatap Chaby dengan tatapan yang sulit diartikan. Ia terlihat dingin dan tak ramah, seperti patung es yang tak memiliki perasaan. Tatapannya yang mengintimidasi membuat Chaby menunduk takut, tak berani menatap mata pria itu. "Lo gak apa-apa?" tanya Decklan, suaranya masih terdengar dingin, namun ada sedikit nada kekhawatiran yang tersembunyi di baliknya. Chaby hanya mengangguk, lalu buru-buru berlari menjauh dari Decklan dan Pika. Ia merasa terintimidasi oleh pria itu, dan tak ingin berlama-lama berada di dekatnya. "Chaby, tunggu" teriak Pika, namun Chaby tak menoleh. Ia berlari menuju kelas, hatinya masih berdebar kencang. Di kelas, Chaby duduk di bangku paling belakang, berusaha menghindar dari tatapan orang lain. Ia merasa seperti burung kecil yang terkurung dalam sangkar, tak berani keluar dan menghadapi dunia luar. Namun, ia tahu, ia harus belajar untuk melepaskan rasa takutnya dan menghadapi masa depan. "Chaby, lo gak apa-apa?" tanya Pika, duduk di samping Chaby. Chaby hanya mengangguk, matanya masih berkaca-kaca. "Deklan itu emang gitu orangnya, cuek dan suka marah-marah. Tapi sebenernya dia baik kok," kata Pika, berusaha menenangkan Chaby. Chaby masih merasa takut, namun ia mencoba untuk bersikap tenang. Ia harus belajar untuk percaya pada orang lain, meskipun masa lalu telah membuatnya begitu terluka. "Lo harus berani, Chaby. Masa depan lo masih panjang. Jangan biarkan masa lalu menghancurkan hidup lo," kata Pika, menatap Chaby dengan mata penuh semangat. Chaby terdiam, merenungkan kata-kata Pika. Ia tahu Pika benar, namun rasa takut masih menguasai dirinya. Ia hanya berharap, Pika dan kakaknya, Decklan, bisa membantunya untuk melepaskan rasa takutnya dan menemukan kembali kekuatan di dalam dirinya.
koeceng_olen · 48 Views

Half me and half...

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.
Inemin · 113.8K Views

The Crimson Prophecy: Legend Of The Half-Blood

When a classroom prank spirals into an unholy ritual, 27 teenagers are dragged into the underworld, a realm ruled by demons, shadows, and chaos. Captured and powerless, they fight to survive horrors beyond their darkest nightmares. Among them are Anne and Asher, ex-lovers whose fractured bond is tested as they’re forced to rely on each other once again. Their escape is nothing short of a miracle, but freedom comes at a price. Stranded on a mysterious island, haunted by whispers of an ancient prophecy, they learn that their ordeal was only the beginning. The prophecy speaks of a pair of children destined to alter the balance of the world—children tied to the same forces that cursed them all. As Anne’s pregnancy progresses, demons resurface, relentless in their hunt to stop what’s coming. The island becomes a crucible of fear, betrayal, and unspoken truths. Anne’s growing power unsettles everyone, even Asher. She is changing in ways no one can explain, and while her classmates see her as their beacon of hope, Asher begins to question what lies beneath her newfound strength. But Anne isn’t the only mystery. The twins she carries are shrouded in secrets, their role in the prophecy unknown. Salvation or destruction—no one knows what they will bring. As tragedy and betrayal push Anne to the brink, her grief unleashes a power unlike anything the world has ever seen. Neither human nor demon, she becomes something else entirely, and the lines between hero and villain begin to blur. As the prophecy hurtles toward its fiery conclusion, the fate of humanity rests on the shoulders of the most unlikely saviors. The Crimson Prophecy is a tale of survival and destiny, filled with twists that will leave you questioning every choice, every alliance, and every truth. When the final battle comes, will the world be saved—or will it fall to the fury of its own prophecy?
Aoi_Kaginuki · 2K Views

Blood Ties And Betrayal

--- Isabella never chose this. Forced into a marriage with the most feared man in the criminal world, Matteo Antonio, her life is now bound by a contract she didn’t sign willingly. Matteo is a man with a reputation for cruelty, a man who doesn't believe in love or loyalty—only power, control, and the cold, unrelenting pursuit of his own desires. Yet, despite everything she knows about him, despite how much she wishes to escape, there’s something in Isabella that wonders: *What if?* What if there's more to him than the cold exterior he shows the world? Now trapped in a life she didn’t choose, Isabella faces a question that haunts her every day: Will Matteo ever feel for her? Will he ever truly *see* her, not as a prize or a pawn, but as a person? Or will she, slowly but surely, fall for the man who holds her captive—body and heart? It’s a game. One that neither of them can afford to lose. ___________________ "Don't act like this is some big mystery. We both know why I'm here. We both know why I said yes. And we both know you loved my siste" His eyes darkened, his smirk vanishing. He stepped forward, and I stepped back. One step. Two. My back hit the wall. He leaned in close, his breath warm on my cheek. "Who told you," he said slowly, voice as sharp as a blade, "that Matteo *Antonio* has ever had feelings?". I froze. His eyes were like ice, cold and clear, but so much more dangerous. The kind of cold that burned. And suddenly, I felt so stupid. So stupid. All this time, I'd assumed—*no, Gianna told me.* She told me Matteo had feelings for her. She told me he loved her, that she had him wrapped around her little finger. She told me he would have chosen her if she'd stayed. But she was wrong. Because I could see it now, written in his face, in his eyes, in the way he looked at me like I was just another piece on the board. Matteo Antonio didn't *love*. He didn't feel anything at all. "You thought I loved her, didn't you?" His voice was soft, deadly quiet. "Is that why you've been walking around here with your head held so high?" His eyes flicked to my lips, my throat, before landing back on my eyes. "Let me make this clear, *cara mia*." He leaned in so close I could feel his lips brush against the shell of my ear. "I don't love. Not her. Not you. *No one.*" I sucked in a sharp breath, my chest rising and falling so fast it felt like I might choke on it. He pulled away just enough to look me in the eyes, his face unreadable. "Go to bed," he said, turning away from me. His voice had gone cold again, as if the storm had passed. "Tomorrow, you'll learn what it means to be my wife." I stayed there, pressed against the wall, too stunned to move. And as he walked away, I felt it settle into my bones. I wasn't his wife. I was his *prisoner.*
Mikaaa11 · 2.3K Views
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