9 O'clock

Três meses antes do casamento, meu namorado postou no Instagram a certidão de casamento dele com minha irmã adotiva, junto com fotos da barriga de grávida dela. A legenda dizia: [Finalmente demos as boas-vindas ao nosso pequeno, dentro da lei.] Minha irmã comentou com um emoji de vergonha. Minha mãe até curtiu e escreveu: [Quando o bebê nascer, eu cuido dele para vocês aproveitarem o romance de vocês.] Não aguentei e comentei um ponto de interrogação. No mesmo instante, fui bombardeada com mensagens furiosas dele: [É só um casamento de um ano pra ajudar ela! Depois que o bebê nascer, eu volto pra você, pra que tanta pressa?]

Meus pais foram picados por abelhas Rainha das Abelhas desconhecidas e levados às pressas para o hospital. Fui até o Instituto de Entomologia buscar ajuda do diretor (meu marido) para auxiliar no diagnóstico médico. Mas ele chamou os seguranças e me barrou na porta. "Não lido com trabalho depois do expediente. A mãe da Lídia está doente, preciso cuidar dela." Tentei mostrar o termo de risco de vida, mas ele o rasgou: "Gente morre todo dia. Seus pais morrerem não muda nada." Após a morte deles, processei Lídia, que intencionalmente derrubou a colmeia. Meu marido, ausente por dias, apareceu como perito no tribunal e falsificou um laudo para inocentá-la. Quando decidi me mudar do país, ele surtou: "A morte dos seus pais não é problema meu! Trabalhei o dia todo, não posso descansar?" "Quer arruinar a vida da Lídia só porque sua família desmoronou? Que pessoa cruel!" Olhando para sua expressão repugnante, entendi: Ele ainda não sabe que ficou órfão. Porque os mortos eram os pais DELE.

No dia em que sofri um aborto espontâneo e uma hemorragia grave, meu marido postou no Instagram Stories a foto dos pezinhos de um recém-nascido. Legenda: "Bem-vindo, meu anjinho. O papai sempre vai te proteger." Com as mãos trêmulas, liguei para ele: — Perdi o bebê... Você pode vir ao hospital? Do outro lado da linha, o choro de um bebê se misturava à voz impaciente dele: — Nesse caso, cuide-se. A Isabela acabou de dar à luz e precisa de mim. Não posso sair. — E já que o seu morreu, não tente disputar atenção com quem está vivo, entendeu? Ele desligou abruptamente. Sozinha na cama do hospital, desabei em prantos. Depois de enxugar as lágrimas, disquei o número de Lucas Soares, o arquirrival dele. — Case comigo. Todo o Grupo Lima será seu. Só quero que você derrube o Felipe Moreira. Aceita?

Três meses antes do divórcio, ela protocolou o pedido de transferência no trabalho. Um mês antes do divórcio, enviou os papéis de divórcio para o Ricardo pelo correio. Nos últimos três dias antes do divórcio, arrumou todas as suas coisas e se mudou da casa onde viveram juntos. ... Seis anos de relacionamento chegaram ao fim no momento em que Ricardo apareceu na frente dela com sua paixão antiga e o filho dela, deixando a criança chamá-lo de "papai". Foi aí que ela caiu na real. Já que ele sempre a fez engolir sapo e se humilhar por causa daquela mulher e do filho dela, como se ela fosse a amante que tinha que se esconder nas sombras, então que fosse. Ela ia acabar com esse casamento de uma vez e deixar o caminho livre para ele ficar com o amor da vida dele. Mas quando ela realmente sumiu do mundo dele, o cara pirou de vez. Ela achava que o Ricardo finalmente ia conseguir se casar com a mulher que sempre amou, mas não fazia ideia de que esse homem poderoso ia aparecer na televisão, de olhos vermelhos, implorando como um coitado pelo amor dela: — Eu não traí e muito menos tenho filho por aí. Eu só tenho uma esposa que não me quer mais. O nome dela é Luana, e eu estou morrendo de saudade dela!

“Is this true?” I asked. I can’t believe of what I have read on the posts on the social media account of the two writers that I met, Sketch and Doodle. I read again the post of Sketch. I thought of something, not because there will be no update on his story but because of his post however I can’t remember where I read it before. Then, I read what Doodle had posted. I suddenly remember my story and I read the last scene that I wrote; same words, same scenarios and same comments like how I read their posts. I doubt quite a bit but really it amazed me which I don’t know why. That is why I read some of their last few posts and it was quite surreal which leads to a coincidental from the turn of events on what their real life is and on what I wrote. I won’t pay any attention to what is going on because I know it wouldn’t happen. It seems like my suspicion is true… the things that I’m writing is coming true when there are real people that’s involved on my story however I need to investigate this. Sketch wasn’t talking while driving, I can see on Doodle eyes how amazed he is while we travel, seeing a fine nature is really amazing while I seldom talk just to point where we have to move. I noticed Sketch glanced at me. I smiled. “I’m actually kidnapping both of you and you two are willing victim.” Sketch stepped on the breaks and it made a big screech of the car. “What?!” they both asked.

I never dreamed of being harassed with such an admirer. It turns out that his love for me turned him into a dangerous person. Love can truly turn someone into a good or bad situation. In this case, love became cruel to me. I lose my first love and put into the dawn. Where no one can help me. No one can see me, no one knows where I am. Can someone help me out of this? I, Xencia Enclovia Murcos became a victim of his obsession. Ps. This author may do her updates every day at 9 o'clock onwards (Philippine standard time).

ก่อนจะมาเป็นองครักษ์วังหลวง ทำงานรับใช้ใต้ท้าวเฉินลู่ซี ข้า เจิ้งหมิง เป็นเพียงชาวยุทธพเนจรเท่านั้น ไม่เคยสนใจหญิงใดในใต้หล้า ไม่นึกเลยว่า แม่ของลูกข้า จะเป็นคนเช่นนาง ณารา เป็นตำรวจลับจากห้วงอนาคตในอีกสามร้อยกว่าปีข้างหน้า ฉากหน้าของนางคือ นักแสดงสาวชื่อดังระดับเอเชีย ที่ต้องมาที่นี่ ก็เพราะนางถูกพ่อค้ายาเสพติดฆ่าตาย! ความวุ่นวายเรื่มต้นขึ้น เมื่อวิญญาณของนาง ต้องมาอยู่ในร่าง “จ้าวเจี้ยนฟาง” ธิดาคนเล็กของท่านอ๋อง 9 ซึ่งถูกลอบสังหารเช่นกัน โชคดีที่ข้าพบนางกลางป่า ข้าจึงช่วยนางไว้ แล้วพามาอยู่กับใต้ท้าวเฉินลู่ซี นางจึงใช้ความเป็นตำรวจลับของนางช่วยข้าสืบคดีการหายตัวไปของหญิงตั้งครรภ์ในเมืองฉางโจว

I live alone. At eleven o'clock on a rainy night, an unexpected call came through. The voice on the other end said my car window was left open and urged me to go downstairs. Cautious as a woman should be, I didn't act rashly. Instead, I called the property security office, only to discover that even the security was fake. It hit me suddenly—I was ensnared in a vast conspiracy. Someone was orchestrating all of this. But for what purpose?

กุหลาบหญิงสาวร่านสวาท เธอเกิดมาพร้อมกับรูปร่างใบหน้าที่สวยงาม ต่างเป็นที่หมายปองของเหล่าบรรดาชายหนุ่มทั้งหลายที่พบเห็น และทุกครั้งมักจะจบลงด้วยการมีเซ็กซ์ เธอมีเซกซ์กับพ่อเลี้ยงเป็นครั้งแรก และนั่นก็เป็นจุดเริ่มต้นที่ทำให้เธอขาดเซกซ์ไม่ได้ตั้งแต่นั้นมา กุหลาบเดินเข้ามาในบ้าน พลันได้ยินเสียงบางอย่างดังมาจากห้องนอนของผู้เป็นแม่และพ่อเลี้ยง กุหลาบค่อย ๆ เดินสาวเท้าเข้าไปมองดูใกล้ ๆ ด้วยความสงสัยก่อนจะเห็นร่างเปลือยของแม่และพ่อเลี้ยงกำลังมีความสัมพันธ์กัน เพราะประตูห้องที่ปิดไม่สนิททำให้กุหลาบมองเห็นภาพของคนทั้งคู่ที่กำลังเอากันได้อย่างชัดเจน ญาดาผู้เป็นแม่ร้องครางด้วยความเจ็บมากกว่า เมื่อไม่สามารถสนองความต้องการของสามีรุ่นน้องที่มีอายุห่างกันถึงสิบปีได้ไม่เต็มที่ ไม่ว่าจะด้วยขนาดไซ้ที่ใหญ่โตขนาด 9 นิ้ว และอายุที่มากกว่า ทำให้ช่วงหลังมานี้เธอกับสามีแทบจะไม่ได้มีอะไรกัน

Maddie was bred in a human lab and trained to be the ultimate weapon. Maddie escapes the lab at 9 years old and hides among the humans for 9 years. When her past finally catches up to her, she realizes her childhood best friend is now the one hunting her. Does she run for her life or stay and fight for the person she once loved?