5 Leaf Grimoire

ความรู้สึกที่เปลี่ยนไปของเขา ทำให้เขาคิดว่า..ถ้าเปลี่ยนสถานะจากเพื่อนเลื่อนขั้นมาเป็นแฟนมันจะดีไม่น้อย "ไอ้บ้าเฟิล หอมแก้มฉันทำไมเนี่ย" ณิชาเอามือลูบแก้มตัวป้อยๆ ด้วยใบหน้าร้อนผ่าว เมื่อเพื่อนคนตัวสูงเอนตัวยื่นหน้าหอมแก้มของเธอฟอดหนึ่ง "หอมแก้มเมีย เมียน่ารักดูแลผัวดีจริงๆ" "พูดผัวๆ เมียๆ อะไรของนายเนี่ย อย่ามาพูดแกล้งฉันแบบนี้นะ" "ฉันไม่ได้แกล้ง แต่ฉันพูดความจริง" "อมแล้วก็เรียกว่าผัวเมียปะ"

Love is around and sometimes where you least expect it! Trey Comstock is a guitarist in one of the world’s hottest rock bands: Feisty. Bailey Kline carries a noble and important last name but outside of that, she’s got nothing going in her life. Both are at very different points in their lives trying to find themselves and find love. They meet while Trent is in the process of divorcing another and Bailey sees an opportunity to take advantage of him for her own financial gain. But will her attempt to get ahead in life pan out? Will Trent see right through her scheme or will he perhaps go along with it just to test her? She's in for a surprise when she finds out he's been using her the entire time as well! Find out as these two push and pull each other to the brink! **This is a five part mini-series and while the stories continue in order they can be read as a stand alone. You will follow them better however, reading in order. A new one will come out every four-six weeks until complete. This is part two, Trey's story.**

When billionaire Dominic Hayes is accused of corporate fraud, he hires Serena Caldwell, the country’s top lawyer, to clear his name. As Serena uncovers a web of betrayal led by Dominic’s vengeful cousin, danger escalates, and sparks fly between them. Torn between professionalism and passion, they must work together to expose the truth—before it’s too late

ある日突然何故か魔界に強制召喚された咲良（24）はそこで魔界の王である悪魔に特級悪魔のとある兄弟たちと良好な関係を築かなければ人間界には帰さないと言われてしまう。 しかし咲良が良好な関係を築かなければならない特級悪魔の兄弟たちはもれなく全員、個性が強い上に欲望に忠実なクセしかない男たちであった。 咲良は無事特級悪魔兄弟たちと〝良好な関係〟を築き人間界へ帰れるのか？

The pills I keep by my bedside have been swapped with vitamins. I almost die after getting a heart attack. After the stent surgery, I ask my husband, Evan Whitmore, to find out who did it. I just want the truth. However, he doesn't even look up and just brushes me off. "It was just a mistake. Cecilia probably grabbed the wrong bottle. She bought those vitamins for me. "Don't push this. She has asthma. She can't handle stress." I stare at him in shock, my chest tightening. I can't tell if the pain is from my healing heart or from the words he just threw at me. Cecilia Monroe is his secretary, and he always takes her side. That moment is when I realize that our five years of marriage mean nothing to him at all.

At the Davenport family dinner, I arrive wearing the same dress Tucker Davenport's true love once wore. His face darkens immediately. He glares at me coldly and orders that my dress be burned on the spot. "Damn it, Willow, can't you show a little self-awareness? Shelby might be too naive to notice, but there's no way I'm letting you appear like this in front of her." The intense heat rushes toward me as the flames consume the fabric. A sharp, burning pain shoots between my legs, crashing over me like a tidal wave. The pain drags me under, but I suddenly jolt awake, barely able to gasp a plea for mercy. Tucker doesn't spare me a glance. He simply turns away to help Shelby cut the cake. Days later, he finally remembers I exist. "As long as you behave and don't bother Shelby again, you'll still be Mrs. Davenport." I stare at the burns on my legs as my tears dry up. I refuse to beg any longer. I'm done being Mrs. Davenport.

After eight years of loving him in vain, my boyfriend, Gilbert Hughes, finally proposed. The wedding is set for a week from now. However, just as I'm happily preparing for it, I accidentally overhear a conversation between him and his friends. "I have to give it to Gilbert. The moment he proposes, his first love, Cheryl, gets restless." "But now that Cheryl's back, what are you going to do with your girlfriend?" Gilbert pauses for a moment, then replies casually, "It's fine. I'm not actually going to register my marriage with Jennifer. At worst, I'll just hold a wedding and play along." At the party the next day, he wraps his arm around me dotingly and socializes with our guests. Yet, the moment Cheryl Manning runs out in tears, he instantly lets go of me and chases after her in a panic. I follow quietly and watch them embrace tightly in the dark, kissing each other deeply. With my heart completely shattered, I turn away and dial a number. "Want to get married? I need a groom."

Seven years into our marriage, my husband, Lucas Thorne, is hailed as a legendary astronomer in the field of astronomy. It is no secret that he absolutely adores me, his wife. He always keeps a polite, distant demeanor with those around him. Even when his new assistant, Serena Cox, asks for his number, he coldly turns her down. In the year he proposed to me, he named a star "LAW", which was an acronym for "Lucas Adores Wilma". Since then, every asteroid he discovers is named with initials that hold a special significance only the two of us know. To others, they might just be scientific achievements. But to me, they are unspoken love letters. This goes on until this morning, when I stumble upon an unfamiliar phone. I unlock it easily with my middle name, thinking it's yet another quiet gesture of his love. But to my horror, I find a string of explicit messages between him and another woman. The person who was at the receiving end of those messages was none other than… Serena, his assistant.

Dakota Stelter and I tumbled down that steep ravine together. I lay there bleeding and broken, only to watch my boyfriend scoop her into his arms and walk away without a backward glance. He left me. In that moment, in every way that mattered. While everyone fussed over Dakota's scratches, no one even checked if I was still breathing. When I was finally rescued and recovering at the hospital, my boyfriend didn't even visit. I was hurt. So I moved on. Piece by piece, I rebuilt myself without him. But then he became distraught. Suddenly, he was sobbing, telling me he had always loved me.

I had been married to James Tennant for seven years. In that time, he had already kept twenty-nine mistresses, like pretty little canaries in gilded cages. Now, I saw the thirtieth one in our bedroom, young and draped in nothing but a bath towel, lounging across our bed. I turned to him and asked coldly, “Can’t get enough out there, huh? Did you really have to bring her home?” The girl deliberately tugged her towel lower, her pale skin showing as she sneered, “Mr. Tennant says you’re like a dead corpse in bed! He wanted me to teach you how to please a man.” That night, I was forced to watch their little performance right in front of me. The next morning, James was furious at my indifference, resenting me for not reacting. However, he seemed to forget that our marriage was nothing but a contract, and in just one week, that contract would expire.