A Guy Like You Manhwa

ทิซเหนือ - วาริน “อยากมีเงินใช้มั้ย ?” ถ้าผมถูกใจใคร ผมก็จะไม่ลังเลที่จะชักจูงผู้หญิงพวกนั้นด้วยเงิน อย่างที่ผมกำลังยื่นข้อเสนอให้กับผู้หญิงตรงหน้า “…คะ ?” ท่าทางซื้อบื้อของเธอดูจะไม่เข้าใจที่ผมพูดสักเท่าไหร่ ผมลุกขึ้นจากเก้าอี้ แล้วเดินเข้าไปใกล้ๆ กับผู้หญิงตรงหน้า ก่อนจะใช้มือโอบเอวเธอเอาไว้แบบหลวมๆ “คะ คุณทิสเหนือคะ” เธอดูจะตกใจมากพอสมควร รีบผลักผมให้ออกห่าง แต่ผมยังคงโอบเอวเธอไว้อยู่ “เรียกฉันว่า คุณเหนือ” “ฉันสามารถให้เงินเธอใช้ได้ไม่ขาดมือ สนใจมั้ยหื้ม…” ผมก้มหน้าลงสูดกลิ่นความหอมตรงซอกคอของเธอ โตขนาดนี้แล้วยังใช้แป้งเด็ก น่าตลกสิ้นดี! “ระ ริน แค่มาฝึกงานค่ะ ไม่ได้ต้องการแบบที่คุณเหนือว่า” เธอปฏิเสธอย่างไม่ใยดีข้อเสนอของผม “เธอไม่สนใจ ?” “มะ ไม่ค่ะ รินขอตัวก่อนนะคะ” เธอดันมือผมที่โอบเอวเธออยู่ออก จากนั้นก็รีบเดินออกไปจากห้องทันที ดูเหมือนว่าเธอจะเป็นผู้หญิงคนแรกที่ปฏิเสธผมซะด้วยสิ มันยิ่งทำให้ผมรู้สึกอยากได้เธอมาอยู่ในกำมือ อวดเก่งดีนัก!

Kyle is the school hockey team's star. All the girls' eyes are fixed on him. His eyes are straying somewhere else. Jeremy's the weird new kid on the backseat, always dressed in black, throwing edgy remarks at anyone who tries to approach him. Jeremy's new classmate- Eva, however, is in the biggest trouble she wasn't prepared for when she meets Jeremy's brother Nathan at a party. Nathan loves fast cars, tattoos and kickboxing and everything that’s bad for Eva. And that changes her whole life in ways she never thought possible. It would have really been so easy for her to stay away from him. Staying away from people has never been a problem for her. If only she wasn’t falling in love with him.

I'm writing a sequel for From Hell to Heaven. Standalone Book. It's called LOVE LIKE HEAVEN! Prologue "You're are right Divya. I'm a playboy," Daksh said and stood up in front of me. "Now I will show you what Playboy can do," Daksh said and pulled my waist and grabbed my face with his other hand to move our body closer to him. "Lea....ve me Dak - he didn't let me to finish my sentence, because he forcefully pressed his hard lips on my lips. He was angry and rough. He is punishing me with his harsh kiss. I tried to push him back, but he stood on his ground. Then, he pushed me back down on the bed, pinning my hands above my head with his one hand and squeezed my breast painfully. I whimper because of his painfully torture. I never thought he would misbehave with me. I loved him, but that doesn't mean any woman can allow this forced. I try to push him away, but he didn't budge. So I bit his tongue hard. He immediately loosens his gripped on my wrist. Smack Yes, I slapped him hard across his face. Guilt washed over his face. I know I made a mistake by accusing him. But he doesn't have any rights to touch me or misbehaved with me. "I hate you Jerk" I said venomously. I stood up and ran away covering my mouth and tears flowing under my eyes as I ran far from him. Let's see their journey of how Daksh and Divya fall for each other. They are opposite to each other, but attracted by each other like magnets.

A girl who is the meaning of Never judge a book by its cover, and a billionaire who is cold-hearted due to betrayal. Amalie James Anderson, adopted daughter of the Anderson family is the definition of sweet & caring girl. But that doesn't mean she is weak. Austin Theodore, billionaire, hard-working, but a very arrogant personality. The only people he truly cares about are those he calls family Will there be fire & smoke or love & it's testings? Dead parents turn out to be alive and past enemies come to surface once more for revenge, in all this will they be able to come unharmed or will the damage will be too much for the two of them? For more details you will have to read to find out.

“ You lied to me! You weren’t who you showed yourself to be! I hate-“ before she could say those three words, I sealed her mouth shut with a rough kiss.

After an accident and miscarriage, Hansel Saddler and I are so devastated that we're both diagnosed with depression. For the next five years, I try my best to act like I'm normal as I care for him and try to cheer him up. This lasts until I overhear him speaking to the psychologist at the clinic's door. "Work's been getting busy lately, and pretending to be depressed makes it inconvenient to deal with that. Can you change my diagnosis to manic disorder?" The psychologist giggles. "You have been quite manic lately, darling. You've been making me feel really sore down there." "I can make you feel even more sore now." Then, I hear moans and groans. It turns out everything I've done over the past five years is nothing but a joke. I pull up my conversation with Colin Foster. "I agree to undergo secluded treatment deep in the mountains abroad."

Previously, Emily enjoyed the company of many dear friends, had a supportive partner, and had a knack for ceramics. She was not a victim. Later on, she was left with nothing. Emily thinks her future is as barren as her body after she loses the partner who never loved her, the friends who feel she broke their trust, and the unborn child who was just beginning to thrive inside of her. Then, however, the neighbor kid, Steve, starts warming up. She was inspired by his guitar playing, and he pushed her to resume her artistic pursuits. At the community center, she makes new friends and almost gets her father to talk to her again. Living for the after requires letting go of the prior, but can Emily let go enough to see the beauty in her own life?

My roommate had a peculiar knack for pestering everyone into liking her posts on social media, all so she could collect enough likes to claim some prize or another. It was her way of life—nagging, nudging, and guilting us into clicking that little thumbs-up. One time, the campus beauty queen liked my roommate's ad for a facial mask. Not long after, she was in a horrific car accident. The vehicle caught fire, and her face suffered severe burns, leaving her disfigured beyond recognition. Meanwhile, my roommate seemed to undergo a miraculous transformation, her complexion turning porcelain fair and flawless as though she'd been kissed by the heavens. Then there was the academic prodigy, a shoe-in for graduate school, who liked her tutoring service post. Shortly after, he was exposed for academic fraud, and his once-brilliant reputation was reduced to ashes. Strangely enough, my roommate's research paper suddenly won an award, catapulting her to fame and fortune. And me? I fell into her trap too. I liked her rental agency ad, and before I knew it, my world crumbled. A scandal erupted, revealing that I was the result of a mix-up at birth. It turned out she was the long-lost child of wealth and privilege—a hidden gem cast into the rough, now reclaimed by her rightful family. As for me, I was packed off to the countryside village she had escaped from and forced into a brutal marriage with an old man. My life became a living hell, and eventually, I died there, broken and forgotten. But fate wasn't done with me yet. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day my roommate begged me to like her post in exchange for yet another prize.

Could a young man without family, a street boy live - in - son - in - law, an uneducated young man who managed his life on the street become acceptable in society? No, because there is no hope. They named him the lost Prince and muted out all types of inhuman treatment to him because he was lonely. But a step in the right direction gave him hope and a mandate to accomplish.

During my wedding, which is livestreamed all over the world, my fiancé, Marvin Keller, calls me a shameless woman who's gotten pregnant out of wedlock. Then, he calls off our engagement and marries my father's illegitimate daughter, Delilah Lambert. My mother is so incensed by this that she gets a stroke and ends up bedridden. Amid my despair, my childhood friend, Tristan Wright, proposes. He tells me he's had a crush on me for many years and is willing to treat my child with Marvin as his own. I'm moved by Tristan's promise and accept his proposal. Three years after we get married, I give birth to a stillborn. My mother is still in a coma and doesn't seem like she'll ever wake up. I'm hospitalized after getting into an accident for the eighth time. That's when I overhear Tristan's conversation with a private doctor. Finally, I discover the truth—he's never loved me. "You orchestrated eight accidents just to make sure Delilah would inherit her family's fortune? Are you out of your mind?" "I've done Lethia wrong with this, but I'll use the rest of my life to atone for my sins. She should be satisfied with that."