Adrian From Secret Life

จากเพื่อนรัก สู่เมียลับ เหมาะสำหรับคนหัวใจแข็งแรง เพราะมันซี๊ดมากค่ะคุณผู้ชมขา

On the Lunaris Festival, the palace banquet glittered with candlelight. It lasted until the Crown Prince rose and dismissed every consort of his for the sake of his first love, the woman he had never stopped idolizing. Everyone else accepted the gold coins from the prince and returned home for reunions. I had nowhere to go. I found a rope and hanged myself at the gate of the Withered Court. I had been reborn into this world and spent 21 years locked in the System's mission. It demanded that I court four designated male leads and earn absolute affection from at least one of them. I failed every route. The final path collapsed in my hands. The System offered one last mercy. If this body died, I could return home and reunite with my family. As my consciousness slipped away, I thought I heard someone scream my name, as if the world itself were breaking.

“How Long Were You Going To Wait Before Telling Me?” He Demanded, His Voice Like Velvet Over Steel. She decided to try to bluff him out, then abruptly changed tack, choosing to attack him on his own terms. “I could ask you the same thing. How long were you going to wait before telling me you’d bought this building? I never stood a chance to buy out, did I?” “You would have known in good time, Blair. Now, it is not like you to be unwell, and I assume it can be due to only one thing. So, I will ask you again. How long were you going to wait before telling me you were pregnant?” “Until never!” “Wrong answer.” He covered the short distance between them in the blink of an eye. One arm curved around her back, holding her captive against his body. And darn it, her body responded instantly to his touch.

Brandy:  My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me.  Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle.  We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.  Storm:  I always knew my father would pick my wife, but her! She is the worst he could do. She is fat, always eating, and messy. She can't do anything right but why is my wife suddenly all I am thinking about? Why am I stroking myself in the shower with only her image bringing me release? I don't want her but I can't stay away. There is something about her that will soon drive me crazy but I will resist at all costs. I have to. 

In my past life, my mother had adopted me out to my aunt, but kept my older sister close to her. I followed my aunt into the world of business and became a success that everyone envied. My sister, consumed by jealousy over my life, seduced my husband. To claim my fortune, she even schemed to burn down my villa. But she hadn't counted on the fire spreading too fast—we both perished in the blaze. Reborn, I now had a second chance. And of course, my sister was the first to step forward, claiming she should be my aunt's daughter. I smiled. Things were panning out just as I'd hoped.

How far would you go to get out of poverty? Anna Moyo never thought that she would be the type to get a sugar daddy until she’s pushed to her last straw. But is she ready for the world that she’s about to enter?

Celine Pierce… a fashionista and an heiress to a leading clothing company. She is accustomed to getting her own way with her model good look, charming smile, and her papa’s five credit cards. She is never truly satisfied with life as everything comes too easy. Everything… boys, bags, grades, money… everything. Life in every party. The kind of girl girls admire. She gets everything easily. Except for his heart. He never tells her how he felt, the mysterious man she met on a small island in the Mediterranean Sea. She only knows his name, and the only things she has of him are memories during those two weeks together. The two weeks that changed her whole life.

Cora is an Omega rank who is constantly bullied. She wants nothing more than to be loved and accepted for who she is. She is the family's breadwinner, yet she is bullied by both her parents and siblings. Her life isn't as colorful as that of wolves, which is why she strives for equality. You should be appreciated regardless of your rank. Until she met a man one day. Will that man be able to assist her in achieving her goals or will he destroy her?

Warning: 18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "I don't believe in God, Hailey," he murmured, as his firm hands settled on my hips and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto his desk, "But... if I did, I would have thanked him for making you." A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong. He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction-Stepbrother." "But-" Before I could utter a word, his hand swiftly slipped down inside my panties, his fingers landing on my bare, wet heat and just when a moan could escape my lips, his mouth forcefully met mine swallowing the scream of pain as well pleasure when two of his fingers thrust into my pussy just like I'd felt them in my dreams... *** When I was dragged across the country to Los Angeles to live with my mom's new husband and his son, the last thing I expected was for my stepbrother to be off-limits. Least of all, I never imagined I'd find myself tempted by the forbidden. Damien Black: sinfully attractive, irrefutably irresistible, and seemingly devoid of warmth. Emotions meant nothing to him; girls were mere toys for him to have in bed. And there came my biggest mistake-believing I could be more than just a toy for him...maybe more than just another conquest in his collection. I was his dirty little secret, one that he wouldn't let go of, accept, shatter entirely, or mend. I was his toy; Well....his favorite one.

“ป้ากวา ป้ากวาคะ” ฉันจอดจักยานของตัวเองพร้อมคว้าปิ่นโตหน้ารถมาไว้ในมือจากนั้นก็เดินขึ้นเรือนทรงไทยมาถึงระเบียงที่ถูกออกแบบในยื่นเยื้องออกไปเพื่อรับกับวิวพื้นไร่ชากว่าหลายร้อยไร่ก็ไม่ได้รับเสียงตอบรับเลย “ป้ากวาคะอยู่มั้ยแม่ให้น้อยเอาแกงฟักมาให้ค่ะ” ฉันจึงเดินเข้าไปอีกฟากหนึ่งซึ่งเป็นครัวที่ถูกแบ่งออกจากกันอย่างชัดเจนตรงที่ฉันยืนเป็นครัวแบบฝรั่งว่าในขณะที่วางปิ่นโตเสียงอะไรไม่รู้ดังมาจากห้องอีกฝั่งดังตึ่ง “ปะ ป้ากวาคะ น้อย...” คนที่ยืนปะจันหน้าไม่ใช่ป้ากวาแต่เป็นผู้ชายตัวสูงโปร่งมีรอยสักเด่นออกมาจากเสื้อเชิ้ตดำท่าทางดูง่วงมากถึงมากสูด “พี่เป็นใคร เข้ามาบ้านคนอื่นได้ยังไงกัน ขโมยเหรอ!” “…” เขาไม่ตอบแต่กับกอดอกยืนยิ้มเหมือนคนบ้าวินาทีนั้นฉันคว้าไม้กวาดมากะเป็นอาวุธ “นี่บ้านป้ากวานะ ขโมยอะไรป้ากวาเอาตายเลย” “…” เขาเปลี่ยนนัยน์ตาเป็นเรียบเฉยแต่จ้องฉันไม่วางสายตา “ตกลงเป็นใคร พี่เป็นใคร” “โตขึ้นเยอะเลย” “ต้องเป็นคนบ้าแน่ๆ” “เป็นลูกกวางของเธอไงยัยเด๋อ”