Novels by Kimochi

The ballroom of the Grand Hyatt was a shark tank, and tonight, Eryndra Maheswara was the one holding the spear. The air was thick with the scent of lilies, expensive cologne, and the palpable dread of men who realized their empires were built on sand."Look at them, Eryndra," Livia whispered, her arm looped firmly through his. She wore a dress of shimmering silver that looked like liquid moonlight, clinging to every curve. "They’re staring at us like we’re the ones who brought the plague, not the cure.""Let them stare," Eryndra replied, adjusting his cufflinks. his gaze swept the room until it landed on the head table. "Hendra looks like he’s already rehearsing my eulogy.""He’s old school, Ery. He thinks a loud voice and a few frozen accounts can stop a tidal wave," Livia said, her lips brushing his ear. "He doesn't realize the water is already over his head.""Is your father ready?""The Arundhati reserves are positioned. The moment you drop the hammer, we start the buyback of the

The elevator doors hissed open, revealing a man who looked more like a ghost than a killer. He was dressed in a gray maintenance jumpsuit, a toolbox gripped in one hand, but his eyes were too sharp, too hungry for the mundane task of fixing a fuse.Silas didn’t even have time to register the barrel of the 9mm pointed at his forehead."Don't," Eryndra said, his voice a low, terrifying rasp that didn't belong to the golden boy the world knew. "One twitch, and I’ll paint the inside of this elevator with whatever you call a brain."Silas froze, his hand hovering near the flap of his toolbox. "You’re fast. Faster than the brief said.""The brief is old news. Drop the box. Kick it toward the windows."Silas obeyed, the heavy metal case sliding across the polished floor. "You think a gun makes you the boss here? I’ve got overrides for the whole floor. You’re trapped in a glass box, Maheswara.""I’m not trapped in here with you," Eryndra countered, stepping forward into the light, his silhoue

The flash of a thousand lightbulbs felt like a physical assault. Just moments after the gala’s doors swung open, the controlled elegance of the evening shattered."Back up! Give her some space!" Eryndra’s voice cracked like a whip over the cacophony of shouting reporters."Ms. Arundhati! Is it true the Arundhati Group is backing the Maheswara hostile takeover?""Eryndra! Did you freeze Raka’s accounts out of spite or strategy?"Eryndra didn't wait for an answer. He threw his arm around Livia’s waist, pulling her flush against his side, and used his shoulder to ram through the thicket of lenses and microphones."Don't say a word," Eryndra hissed into Livia’s ear."I wasn't planning on it," Livia replied, her voice remarkably steady despite the chaos. "But look at the fountain. Third pillar."Eryndra glanced over. Nayomi Kinasih stood there, a glass of red wine in her hand, watching the spectacle with a serene, terrifying smile. She raised her glass in a mock toast."That bitch," Eryndr

The cool night air of the Dharmawangsa terrace still tasted like jasmine and the ghost of Livia’s perfume, but the weight of her warning sat heavy in Eryndra’s chest. The Daneswaras. In his past life, they were the shadow that swallowed the sun—a family so entrenched in the country's infrastructure that they didn't just play the game; they owned the board.Eryndra pulled his phone from his pocket, the screen’s glow sharp against the darkness. He didn't call his father. He didn't call security. He dialed a number that wasn't saved in his contacts."Tell me you’re awake," Eryndra said as soon as the line picked up."Do I sound like I’m sleeping? I’ve been staring at green code for eighteen hours, Ery. My eyes feel like they’re bleeding," Kaelan Prawira’s voice crackled through the speaker, frantic and caffeinated."I need the offshore files. All of them. Now.""Whoa, slow down," Kaelan chuckled, the sound of a mechanical keyboard clicking rapidly in the background. "I thought we were wa

The adrenaline was still a jagged hum in Eryndra’s veins as Livia pulled back, her thumb catching a stray drop of blood from his bitten lip. She smeared it across her own mouth, a dark, carnal stain that made her look more like a goddess of death than an heiress."You’re a quick learner, Eryndra," Livia whispered, her voice still wrecked with a low, post-orgasmic rasp. She adjusted the strap of her midnight-blue gown, her eyes tracking the way his chest rose and fell. "Most men would have crumbled after a night like this. You? You look like you’re just getting your second wind."Eryndra leaned his head back against the leather seat, his fingers still twitching from the sensation of her skin. "I told you, Livia. I’m done being the guy who asks for permission. Besides, the night isn't over. We have a gala to attend, don't we?""The Heritage Auction," she murmured, checking her reflection in a small gold compact. "It’s going to be a bloodbath. Your little stunt at the Plaza has everyone'

The shadows of the terrace seemed to swallow Livia’s silhouette as she turned away, but the scent of her perfume—that intoxicating mix of jasmine and ozone—lingered in the humid Jakarta air. Eryndra didn’t move. He watched the way her hips swayed, a deliberate, slow-motion taunt."You’re staring again, Eryndra," Livia called out without looking back. Her voice was a low purr that vibrated in his chest. "It’s a bit unrefined for a man who just staged a public execution."Eryndra let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I’m just making sure the predator doesn't double back for seconds."Livia stopped at the edge of the stairs, turning her head just enough to catch the moonlight on her cheekbone. "Oh, I’m definitely coming back for seconds. But not tonight. Tonight, you have a city to finish burning.""I’m just getting the matches ready," Eryndra replied, his voice dropping an octave.She laughed, a sharp, melodic sound that cut through the distant noise of the panicked ballroom.