18 Roses Introduction Script

My name is Lola Sinclair. "Please, not on the motorcycle…" As I ride with my husband, Dominic DeLuca, on his motorcycle, a male passenger suddenly reaches around me from behind. He slowly presses himself against me, assaulting me right in front of Dominic.

My boss, who made me work overtime every single day, finally got what was coming to him. Somehow, he got connected to my new keyboard. It was like he was synced to it. His face flushed red, his eyes brimming with tears. "Don't type anymore," he begged. I just smiled and nudged the mouse. "Don't move the mouse either!" 'Do you expect me to just stop because you said so? Wouldn't that make me look pathetic?' I thought to myself. I kept working until midnight. Just as I was about to leave, I glanced down. The carpet at my boss's feet was soaked through. I figured he must have knocked over his glass of water.

เพื่อนสาวในที่ทำงานชอบแวะไปร้านนวดสัปดาห์ละห้าวันเป็นอย่างต่ำ ทุกครั้งที่ไป วันต่อมาเธอจะมาทำงานที่ออฟฟิศด้วยสีหน้าแจ่มใสอย่างมาก ฉันอดใจไม่ไหวเลยถามเธอว่า หมอนวดที่ร้านฝีมือดีมากขนาดนั้นเลยเหรอ? สัปดาห์หนึ่งเธอถึงไปตั้งห้าครั้ง? เธอยิ้มและตอบกลับมาว่า ฝีมือของหมอนวดเก่งระดับไม่มีใครเทียบได้เลยล่ะ เธอลองไปนวดดูสักครั้งก็จะรู้เอง ด้วยเหตุนี้เอง ฉันจึงตามเพื่อนร่วมงานคนนั้นไปที่ร้านนวดที่มีชื่อว่า ‘ลุ่มหลง’ นับจากนั้นเป็นต้นมาฉันก็ถอนตัวออกมาไม่ได้เลย

I’ve always been someone with a strong, restless libido I can’t quite explain. I’ve never gone to a doctor about it, but I know myself well enough to realize it’s something that comes and goes in waves, especially when I'm ovulating. During that time of the month, I'd need to do it two to three times a day or my body would feel extremely uncomfortable. Normally, my tall, broad-shouldered husband would be the one to ease that ache and fill the emptiness in me. However, lately he’s been impossibly busy, away on business trips for weeks at a time…

Nate caught her hand as she turned away. “Say yes, Dahlia.” She didn’t look at him. “To what this time?” His smile was slow, dangerous. “To letting me eat you tonight” Her breath stilled. “You don’t take hints, do you?” “Only the ones that sound like maybe.” His thumb traced her palm, his voice low enough to make her heartbeat trip. She pulled back, just barely. “Goodnight, Nate.” He grinned, unbothered. “Night, wife. I’ll ask again tomorrow.” *********** When ruthless CEO Dahlia Reyes discovers her boyfriend and her best friend in bed together-and plotting to steal her inheritance—she does the most un-Dahlia thing imaginable. She drinks too much and wakes up married to a sex worker. Her “husband,” Nate, is charming, infuriating, and far too comfortable calling her wife. Dahlia’s ready to annul the whole disaster-until she learns she legally can’t for a year. Desperate to save face (and maybe twist fate in her favor), Dahlia decides to use the fake marriage to her advantage. What she doesn’t know is that Nate isn’t the broke drifter and he's watching her with equal parts amusement and admiration. Now, between public appearances, the plotting of the evil people ready to ruin their lives, staged affection, and the slow burn of something too real to fake, Dahlia’s carefully built walls begin to crack. And Nate? He’s determined to make sure she falls-for him, for real, and hard. A story of betrayal, accidental vows, and the slow, intoxicating fall between a woman who doesn’t believe in love and a man who plans to prove her wrong.

After Jasmine’s father puts their pack in debt, the Lycan kings offer her father a deal to pay off the pack's debt in exchange for his daughter. Unfortunately, her father doesn’t hesitate in selling her off to the Lycan kings and she has no choice but to obey her father’s order. The rumors she has heard about the powerful and wealthy Lycan kings who ruled over all four groups of packs were beyond terrible! Things get more twisted when she finds out she’s mated all three of the Lycan kings! Can she soften the hearts of the cruel Lycan kings? Or will the new life she's thrust into completely ruin her?

“You know I love your c*ck more than anything,” Julian moaned. My mind struggled to process what I saw, and my heart felt like it had stopped beating. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. “Harder! Ugh.” That was Julian. My husband. The one I’d been married to for three whole years. My husband was having sex… with a man! *** Delilah is the definition of a trophy wife. Once an orphan with a rocky childhood, her life changes when she gets married to her knight in charming armor. Their marriage is like that out of a movie, but everything she has ever wanted changes three years later when Julian grows distant. Still clinging to the hope that their love can be saved, Delilah plans the perfect anniversary surprise, only to walk in on her husband tangled in bed with his male assistant! Devastated and humiliated, she leaves everything behind. The marriage. The mansion. The life she thought was hers. She takes the last flight to New York City, determined to start over. She’s desperate, drowning in dismay when a job interview leads her straight into the lion’s den: Calix Knight. Her ex-husband’s ruthless billionaire uncle. He’s powerful, intense, and nothing like the men she’s known. And for reasons she can’t understand, he takes a keen interest in her. Is Delilah falling for the wrong man twice? Or has she finally met the one worth breaking every rule for?

My childhood friend said that he was connected with the doll. Now that he had lost it, he called me up to cry. One hand held my phone as I consoled him, while the other toyed with the doll. His voice began to take on a more interesting tone with my purposeful touches… I squeezed and pinched the toy and comforted him, “Shh, I agree with you. Whoever took your toy is a terrible person…”

After encountering problems at work, I lose myself in a virtual reality game. I randomly meet a male player in there and depend on my amorous interactions with him to escape reaity. We flirt with each other and have roleplay; he grunts and groans over the microphone. Everything changes when I accidentally reveal my true identity. The young man next door pins me underneath him and roams his hands over my body. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse. "You were great at flirting in the game, weren't you? Why can't you make those noises now?"

กลับบ้านช่วงวันหยุดรอบนี้ ฉันอุตส่าห์จองตั๋วรถไฟแบบนอนได้แท้ ๆ แต่พอตกกลางคืน ตอนที่นอนอยู่บนเตียงแคบ ๆ นี้ ฉันเหลือบตามองผู้ชายร่างใหญ่ที่นอนอยู่เตียงข้าง ๆ แขนล่ำกับไหล่กว้างของเขาเด่นชัดแม้จะอยู่ใต้แสงสลัว……จนฉันรับรู้ถึงความรู้สึกแปลก ๆ ที่พลุ่งพล่านไปทั่วร่าง ฉันซุกตัวอยู่ในผ้าห่มผืนเล็ก ความรู้สึกแปลก ๆ แผ่ซ่านไปทั่วร่าง ชายเสื้อและกระโปรงถูกถลกขึ้นเล็กน้อย ปลายนิ้วเรียวสวยค่อย ๆ ลูบไล้เข้าไปตามชายผ้าอย่างแผ่วเบา ร่างกายฉันร้อนรุ่มจนควบคุมไม่อยู่ ขาทั้งสองข้างสั่นเกร็งและหุบเข้าหากันอย่างไม่รู้ตัว ฉันขบริมฝีปากแน่นเพื่อกดความรู้สึกเสียงซ่าน แต่บางครั้งก็เผลอหลุดเสียงร้องที่น่าอายออกมา และสิ่งที่ฉันไม่เคยคาดคิดเลยคือ ในความมืดนั้นมีดวงตาคมกริบคู่นึง……กำลังจับจ้องทุกการเคลื่อนไหวของฉัน