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First kiss
Terakhir Diperbarui:
2024-05-05 02:43:38
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She, His Enigma No need to apologize
"Please tell me this isn't your first kiss," he said, a teasing smile playing on his lips. Her eyes widened, and heat rush to her cheeks, the warmth creeping up like quicksilver. She stared at him, bewilderment etched across her face, her lips parting slightly as if to form a response, but no words came. “It… it is,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. The confession hung in the air, thick with vulnerability. Her arms instinctively crossed over her chest, as though shielding herself from his piercing gaze. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her body tense, her fingers curling into the fabric of her sleeves. He raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering in his expression, but there was also something else—an unspoken challenge that made her heart race. She glanced away, unable to hold his intense stare, feeling exposed, as though he could see right through her carefully constructed facade. “Really?” He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin, the
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-06She, His Enigma Your lips
"Good morning, Ella," Eva announced, striding into the office like she owned the place. "Press conference in two hours. Album release date going public. Meanwhile, those financial documents on your desk need your magic signature." "Got it," Ella murmured, barely glancing up. "But what about the project team meeting I mentioned yesterday?" Eva paused mid-step, frowning as she tried to rewind her brain. "Ah—yes. That slipped my mind. They agreed. Everything’s locked down. On our terms." Ella nodded, her fingers already gliding over the documents. A soft hum escaped her lips—half tune, half distraction—like music was the only thing that could anchor her to the moment. Minutes later, Eva returned with two cups of coffee, the aroma dancing into the room ahead of her. She slid one toward Ellaya. "Here. You’ll need it. Also—Mia wants to see you." Eva rolled her eyes dramatically. "Ever since we shut down her New Zealand fantasy shoot, she’s been throwing diva fits. Yesterday’s photo
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-07She, His Enigma BANG BANG BANG
“This coffee’s not as sweet as them,” he said with a low, smoky voice that wrapped around her like velvet soaked in danger. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth—cocky, constant, infuriating. Ellaya met his gaze, those dark eyes gleaming with something she didn’t want to name. Her chest tightened. “Has anyone ever told you…” she started, her fingers tightening around her cup. “Told me what?” he tilted his head, the smirk deepening. “That you’re a jerk,” she said, jaw tight, heat rising under her skin. He laughed softly. “No. Just you.” She stood so abruptly her chair scraped the floor. “Thanks, Mr. Devid. Good to meet you.” Her heels clicked like gunshots on tile as she stormed away, fury knotting in her stomach. If she stayed one second longer, she’d slap the smirk off his face—paparazzi be damned. “Ellaya, wait!” Iden was already up, his chair clattering behind him. “Let me drop you.” She didn’t even look at him. “Thanks, but no. I own a car.” Her hand reached for the d
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-11She, His Enigma He saved her
Iden’s gaze fell on the police car halted nearby. "You stay here. I’ll be back," he said, jumping out of the car. Ellaya turned to see him standing tall and imposing, speaking to the officers while typing something into his phone. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but the conversation felt endless. Finally, he returned—with two police officers at his side. One of them leaned in. "Miss Stone, we’re truly sorry you both had to suffer because of our inadequate safety measures." "I hope they won’t come after us again," she said, arms crossed tightly, voice laced with anxiety. "Don’t worry, ma’am. They’ve been caught." She hesitated. "Who were they?" "Just local gang thugs. They knew who you were—thought you'd be an easy, high-profile target." Her arms wrapped around herself, a chill rushing through her. "Were they kidnappers?" The officer gave a slow nod. "Yes, ma’am. And Mr. Iden saved you. You owe him your life." Her eyes shifted to Iden, taking in his bloodstained white
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-12She, His Enigma Golden bird in golden cage
“Oh my God! Ellaya, are you alright? How did this happen?” Eva shot up from her chair like lightning, her heels screeching against the polished marble. Her voice cracked with panic as she sprinted across the room. The moment Ellaya crossed the threshold, Eva threw her arms around her, gripping her tightly—as if afraid she might disappear. Ellaya stiffened under her touch, the scent of dried blood mingling with expensive perfume. “Eva, I’m fine,” she said softly, her voice almost drowned in the pounding of Eva’s heart. “Why are you so worried?” She gave a faint wave of her hand, dismissive, but her fingers trembled slightly. “You don’t look fine, Ella!” Eva stepped back, scanning her from head to toe. “You need to see a doctor—now.” She reached for her phone, the screen already lighting up as she began dialing. “I’m fine, Eva,” Ellaya insisted, squeezing her friend’s wrist gently. “Please… don’t.” Eva froze, then slowly lowered the phone. Her eyes, however, remained locked on Ellaya
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-14She, His Enigma She is not his girlfriend
"Ellaya." Eva’s voice cut through the fog in Ellaya’s mind like a snap of fingers. Ellaya blinked, startled. "Oh, what? I’m sorry... can we go inside and talk?" Her voice trembled as she fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve. Embarrassed, she pivoted on her heels, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, and headed toward her office. Mia swept in behind her, tossing her designer bag onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. She folded her arms and hunched forward, as if the weight of the world had settled onto her back. "Could you please change the crew members, Miss Stone? Or should I just stop shooting altogether?" Ellaya raised an eyebrow, rubbing her forehead like she was massaging away the tension. "You want me to replace every member of the crew?" Pulling out her lipstick and applying it slowly, Mia replied nonchalantly, "Yes, please." Ellaya exchanged a glance with Eva, who shifted uncomfortably. "Can you explain why?" "They’re useless," Mia snapped, snapping the li
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-14She, His Enigma She can't tell her secret
" "It's beautiful!" Mia shouted, sprinting across the shoreline as the waves chased her feet. Her white bikini shimmered in the sunlight, hair flying like a banner behind her. Ellaya stood a few steps back, arms folded tightly across her chest, her cover-up clinging to damp skin. Her expression was stone. “This is a waste of time,” she muttered. “Next time, double-check the contracts. They clearly don’t care who they inconvenience.” Wrinkles creased her brow as she squinted at the horizon. The corners of her mouth dragged downward, the weight of frustration dragging with them. Eva wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a casual side hug. “Relax. It’s been months since you unplugged. You earned this. Look around—New Zealand’s practically a postcard.” Ellaya pulled away slightly. “A vacation was never necessary. I just want this charity thing done so I can go back.” Eva, already stretched out on a recliner, tossed a tube of sunscreen at her. “They’ll start when Mr. R
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-17She, His Enigma Holding her captive
She was already in the car before her mind registered what had happened. The engine purred beneath her, steady and cold. Outside, streetlights zipped past like ghosts; too fast, too bright. She blinked, disoriented, heart stuttering in her chest. She turned. The man beside her—Iden—gripped the steering wheel like he wanted to break it. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, veins taut against bronze skin. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone, and his black tie hung loose around his neck, like a noose he hadn’t finished tying. He looked like a sin in a storm. Sharp. Composed. Dangerous. And she wasn’t in the mood to admire any of it. "Stop." Her voice cracked. “Stop the car. Stop it right now!” He didn’t blink. Didn’t turn. Only his jaw tightened, that tick in his temple pulsing like a warning light. The car kept flying forward, slicing through the night like a blade. "Why did you do that?" she cried, voice rising with every wo
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-18
Bab terbaru
She, His Enigma chaos
She smirked as she shoved a stray book off her lap. “You know… you don’t have to be the Don. You can just be who you are.” Iden tilted his head slightly, lips twitching into a faint smile—small, but real. “You’re the only one who gets to say that.” And in that moment—grief shadowing his eyes, the scent of blood still faint on his shirt—he smiled. He rubbed her hair playfully, gently mussing the strands like he used to when they were kids. “Really?” she grinned, sitting cross-legged on her bed. “Okay… if you say so. But I can tell you mine.” She beamed, reaching for a thick leather diary. “I used to keep memos, you know? I’d write down everything I enjoyed. The places I loved, food I liked, people I met. Kinda old school.” Iden sat down beside her, intrigued despite himself. Her glittering eyes—so full of life—reminded him of someone else. Someone who once laughed shyly and smiled like an idiot. Ellaya. His gaze drifted from his sister to the window, where night pressed it
She, His Enigma love exist
Days passed like smoke—slipping through fingers, vanishing before they could be held. Time didn’t move forward; it bled. Minutes dragged like hours, and weeks collapsed in on themselves. Iden didn’t sleep. He didn’t eat. He sat in silence, trapped in his own mind, spiraling deeper into a storm of memories and questions. The moon became his only witness. Some nights, he watched the stars, others, the rain. Most nights, he simply stared into the void, heart thundering beneath skin that no longer felt like his own. A storm churned in his chest—loud, endless, and hungry. He saw her face in every shadow. Heard her voice in every silence. Her scent still clung to his lungs like smoke from a fire he could never put out. It had been a week since the blast. A week of searching. A week without answers. She wasn’t listed among the dead. But she wasn’t among the living either. She was missing. And Iden knew—deep in the part of his soul that still burned for her—she was alive. Hidi
She, His Enigma Legacy
The room was breathtaking—paneled in dark mahogany, steeped in the scent of old paper and aged wood. Floor-to-ceiling shelves held leather-bound books, their spines gilded and cracked with time. But it was the massive oil painting that stole Ellaya’s breath. A woman with wild purple hair and luminous skin smiled down at them. Her eyes—familiar, haunting—seemed to follow Ellaya across the room. She froze. The resemblance was undeniable. Same striking bone structure. Same purple irises. But the woman in the painting looked lighter—freer. Her smile held none of the weight Ellaya carried. None of the pain. Photos cluttered every surface. In one, the woman stood beside a tall, devastatingly handsome man—mid-laugh, hand wrapped around her waist. Their wedding photo. They looked hopelessly in love. Another showed them cradling a baby. The man's eyes brimmed with pride. The woman’s arms curled around the infant like a shield. The baby… was her. There was no mistaking it. Ellaya stagge
She, His Enigma Saved
Ellaya didn’t remember when they moved her. One moment, she was in her cell—cracked walls, the stench of sweat and rusted iron, a tray of untouched food rotting in the corner. The next, she woke in hell. Not the metaphorical kind. The real one. The kind where screaming and silence existed in the same breath. Where punishment wasn’t given for madness—it was fed to it. You weren’t treated. You were drowned. The asylum was never quiet. Men laughed at the ceiling. Women whispered to the walls. Eyes followed her—hungry, hollow. Human only in name. She didn’t scream. Didn’t fight. She just watched. Watched them drag limp bodies behind rusted doors marked “TREATMENT.” Watched them come back quieter. Emptier. Sometimes not at all. They said she was dangerous. Deranged. A monster in a pretty shell. She didn’t correct them. Let them think she was mad. Let them forget she existed. At least then, no one expected her to survive. She’d already buried herself inside. What was left to
She, His Enigma She is gone
The room hummed with tension. Blue light from dozens of monitors painted ghostly shapes across Angelo’s office. Cables tangled like veins across the floor, machines blinked like they were breathing. The sharp scent of hot metal, sweat, and cigarette smoke hung thick in the air. “Everything’s set,” Kai reported, voice clipped. “Cameras, medics, chopper in the air. Our men are spread across the asylum. She's walking into the lion’s mouth.” Iden stepped into the room, slow and silent. This was the war room. It looked like one. A place where lives were traded, decisions signed in blood. He moved to the center of the chaos, eyes drawn to the wall of screens. Every angle of the massive asylum flickered in shaky grain. Corridors lined with flickering lights. Rooms filled with twitching shadows—patients, doctors, ghosts. The asylum was a tomb disguised as a hospital. Built on illegal records and rotting experiments. A hellhole. A cover for human trafficking, organ harvesting, un
She, His Enigma She doesn't bleed alone
It had been a week. And their plan—cold, calculated, inhumane—was working.The medication laced into her system had done more than sedate her. It blurred the edges of time, pulling her into hallucinations stitched from trauma and shadows. She saw things that never happened. Heard voices that whispered lies in familiar tones. Faces from the past flickered before her eyes, only to vanish like smoke. And when she spoke, it was to people long gone.Kai gave the daily reports, short and clinical. “She’s deteriorating. Fast. The hallucinations are getting worse.”But Iden, arms folded and gaze fixed on the monitor, wasn’t convinced the drugs were fully to blame. “Or maybe it’s not the meds,” he said quietly. “Maybe it’s just her past… clawing its way out.”“Does it matter?” Kai muttered. “She’s breaking. That’s the goal.”It didn’t sit right with Iden. Nothing about this did. But the truth was, it was working.His eyes locked on the screen in front of him. There she was—sitting on the cold
She, His Enigma Taste of regret
*If she chooses never to return to your life… you’ll let her go.* The words dug into Iden’s chest like nails, each syllable burrowing beneath skin and bone until all that remained was a hollow ache. His mother's voice echoed long after she was gone, like a ghost haunting the edges of his sanity. He collapsed backward onto the bed, limbs flung carelessly like a marionette with severed strings. His arm dangled limply off the edge. The bedsheet twisted under him, bunching like the knots in his chest. His eyes didn’t move. Not even to blink. "Princess..." The word escaped his lips in a breathless rasp—more of a ghost than a name. *You are my knight in shining armor, my hero.* "I'm not," he choked, barely above a whisper. "I never was." His throat tightened. He swallowed hard, but it didn’t help—the guilt still rose like bile. "I’m the fucking monster, Laaya," he muttered, fist tightening in the bedsheet. "You should’ve avoided me. Hid from me. Run as far as you could."
She, His Enigma Let her go
“No. She’s not willing to meet anyone. We tried.”Arthur’s raspy voice hit Iden like another bolt to the ribs—sharp and cold.“If we want this plan to work,” Arthur continued, “we have to pull her to our side. She’s not just sitting in that cell. She’s slipping further every day.”Kai took a long sip from his glass and slammed a stack of photos onto the table. The room dimly buzzed with the hum of old lights, one flickering above the table like it couldn't make up its mind.Iden didn’t speak. His thumb rubbed anxiously over the back of his folded hand, a small movement that betrayed the storm inside him. His eyes locked on the photos.Ellaya.Clad in dull prisoner grays. Knees to her chest. Eyes not looking—just staring.At the wall.At the floor.At food she never touched.Empty. Hollowed out.Always alone.Always in the corner.Always sad.Always broken.A tremor slid through Iden’s spine. He had pulled monsters from holes and made them bleed in ways they didn’t think possible.But
She, His Enigma Too late to hold her
The room was drowned in shadows, lit only by the moonlight filtering through half-parted drapes, dancing like ghosts across the cold wooden floor. The air was still, but heavy—cotton curtains swaying gently in the midnight draft spilling from the cracked window. It should have been a peaceful night. The moon looked soft, radiant—throwing its silver blessings onto the room like scattered pearls. But inside, a storm raged. Iden sat on the floor, back hunched against the edge of the bed, legs sprawled as if the strength had left his body entirely. His elbows rested on his knees, fingers tangled in his hair, tugging—desperate for any sensation that wasn't this gnawing emptiness. His head hung low, shoulders shaking with each labored breath. His eyes—once sharp, unshakable—were now dull and lifeless, buried beneath the weight of sleepless nights and unshed truths. He looked like a man hollowed out from the inside. Like something vital had been scooped from his chest and he hadn’t even
