And Love Like Crazy

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."

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

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."

My CEO husband, Clayton Lockwood, was convinced I was a gold digger. Every time he went to comfort his first love during her depressive episodes, he would buy me a limited-edition bag. After half a year of marriage, my walk-in closet was filled with them. After giving ninety-nine bags, he noticed I had changed. I no longer cried my heart out or argued until I was hoarse when he visited his first love. I also did not brave the storm and cross the city anymore just because he said he wanted to see me. I only asked him for a rosary for our unborn child. When I mentioned our child, Clayton’s gaze softened. “Once Ruby’s condition improves, we’ll go to the hospital for a checkup first, then get a rosary.” I obediently agreed. Little did he know that I had a miscarriage ten days earlier. I had also prepared a divorce agreement that was ready for his signature.

CRAZY LOVE ♡ คลั่งรัก ♥ Fahrenheit ฟาเรนไฮต์ - ผู้ชายสารเลวที่ไร้สามัญสำนึก - "สำหรับฉัน...ผู้หญิงอย่างเธอ" "ไม่มีค่าอะไรเลยนอกจาก เอา!" Nam Khing น้ำขิง - ผู้หญิงที่ยอมอดทนจนถึงวินาทีสุดท้าย - "ฆ่าฉันให้ตายเลยดีไหม?"  "เพราะทุกวันนี้ที่เป็นอยู่" "มันก็ไม่ต่างจากตกนรกทั้งเป็นเลยสักนิด" คำเตือน นิยายเรื่องนี้เกิดขึ้นเพียงแค่ในจินตนาการของไรท์เท่านั้น เหตุการณ์ทุกอย่างเป็นเพียงเรื่องสมมุติอยู่ในตะเกียงแก้ว และถือเป็นทรัพย์สินทางปัญญาของผู้เขียน อยู่ในตะเกียงแก้ว เท่านั้น เนื้อหาทุกตัวอักษรและรูปภาพฉากประกอบ ไม่อนุญาตให้นำไปเผยแพร่ หรือทำซ้ำ ดัดแปลงเด็ดขาด** หากจากละเมิดลิขสิทธิ์สามารถดำเนินการตามกฎหมายคุ้มครองทรัพย์สินทางปัญญา พ.ร.บ ลิขสิทธิ์ 2537 มีโทษทั้งจำทั้งปรับ Do not Copy , Reproduce , Plagiarism เริ่มเผยแพร่วันแรกในวันที่ 11 / 10 / 21

ลีโอนาร์ดเมื่อเห็นคนตัวเล็กนิ่งเงียบไปก็ยกยิ้มมุมปากอย่างพอใจ พลางคิดว่าแม่สาวน้อยคนนี้คงต้องติดใจในรสจูบที่เขามอบให้เธอเป็นแน่ ก่อนที่มาริสาจะนิ่งเงียบไปจนผิดสังเกตุ เขาจึงค่อยๆถอนริมฝีปากออกจากเธอ "คุณ..คุณ..คุณ!.

Zee, gadis tomboy berusia 21 tahun anak pemilik sebuah mall megah. Ia baru saja lulus kuliah dan diberi tugas menjadi penanggungjawab mall milik sang ayah. Zee tidak menyukai segala macam bentuk formalitas, namun ia tetap menerima tugas itu karena sang ayah memberi ijin boleh berpenampilan sesuai seleranya dan melakukan tugas dengan caranya. Meskipun terlahir dari keluarga kaya raya dan memiliki fasilitas berlimpah, Zee adalah sosok anti kemapanan. Ia suka bergaul dengan para pekerja, nongkrong dengan cleaning service, satpam, tukang parkir dan para supir. Ia bahkan sering berada di antara anak jalanan dan para pengamen. Sejak kecil ia selalu diberi pengawal pribadi oleh sang ayah. Meskipun tak suka, ia terpaksa menerima. Zee pemegang DAN 3 Karate, tetapi di mata sang ayah ia tetap gadis kecil. Apalagi setelah kematian ibu dan kakak laki-lakinya. Para pengawal tak ada yang bertahan menghadapi penolakan Zee. Hanya Rai, pengawal terakhir yang tetap cool. Ia tidak terganggu dengan berbagai upaya Zee membuatnya menjauh.

Luke Walter is the owner of the biggest writing company in the whole world while Anna Mines is a young innocent girl trying to make ends meet. Luke Walter turned into a chronic womanizer and kinda drunkard after the death of his first love whom he cherished and loved so much. After Anna Mines had worked tirelessly as a laundry attendant, she eventually goes into prostitution so that she could fend for her siblings. There, she had a normal one night stand with a random customer and discovered that she was pregnant for the man. The aftermath effect was hell for her because it was shameful and traumatic for her to undergo parenthood alone without a partner. Although, a whole lotta people encouraged her to abort the baby, she persistently disagreed and decided to keep her baby. Luke Walter was very unlucky and unfortunate after his usual night one-off sexual escapades because he was so drunk and got into a terrible accident that affected his spinal cord thereby rendering him impotent and unable to bear children again in life. He was left shattered and heart broken. The news of the accident was all over the press and the friend of the Anna came to tell her about it. Her friend brought out her phone and showed her the life videos and pictures of the rich billionaire. She burst into tears because she couldn't believe that her baby daddy was the richest young man in the whole of their country. She never actually wanted to own up that she was the mother to Luke Walter's son. Do you think Anna would eventually begin another phase of life with Luke?

Imagine my shock when I found out that my husband, a professor who had proudly embraced a childless life for half of his years, had an affair with one of his own students. She even had his six-year-old son. The day I planned to report him to the university, Zia Thompson came to my door with the child and knelt in front of me. "Maybe you and Zeke were in love once," she said. "But he's over forty now. Who doesn't want to have a child? A legacy?" "I don't need a title," she went on. "I can give up the child too. I just beg you, don't tear our family apart." I looked at my husband, who stood protectively in front of them. I felt terrifyingly calm. "Cut ties with them," I said, my voice flat, "or prepare to be reported to the university. You choose." Without a moment's hesitation, he tore the report letter into shreds. I thought that was his answer. But on the fifty-second night of a bed grown cold and a home echoing with silence, he still hadn't returned. Instead, I received news that Zia was pregnant again. She had graduated by then. The report I never sent no longer posed any threat to them. Zeke didn't bother to hide his fatigue and irritation anymore. "Treat Zia and the kids well," he said, "or keep living alone in that empty house. It's your choice." My heart was already a wasteland. "I have one more option," I said. "I choose divorce."

My husband is a 27 year old accountant And oops I'm just a 17 year old at college Thanks to our parents for this stupid and crazy marriage between Barry and I It's not going to end well. Never! Wait... I think I'm falling