Attack On Titan Levi X Mikasa

Before my wedding, my vision which I lost after saving Bruce unexpectedly returned. Overjoyed, I hurried to share the wonderful news with him, but as I stepped into the living room, I froze. Bruce and my cousin, Kerry, were in a passionate embrace. "Bruce, the baby is perfectly healthy now. The doctor said we can sleep together again! Why don't we do it right here in the living room? Also, isn't it thrilling to do it here while Nancy is asleep in her room?" "Shut up! Don't joke about my wife like that!" Bruce snapped at her, but his reprimand was accompanied by a kiss. I stood there, watching in shock as their movements grew more intense and their breathing became heavier. Only then did I piece it all together. Their sudden shared enthusiasm for indoor workouts six months ago wasn't about fitness at all. Covering my mouth to stifle a sob, I turned back to my room and shut the door. I decided then and there: Bruce didn't need to know I had recovered. Reaching for my phone, I dialed my mother. "Mom, I'm not marrying Bruce anymore. I'll marry the comatose heir of the Blakes instead. I don't need Bruce in my life."

The first time I lived, my sister and I found two dragon eggs. The black one pulsed with raw, untamed power. My sister, Isabella, claimed it without a second thought. The white one was left for me. A cracked, forgotten thing. It held only a whisper of magic. I took it out of pity. Within a year, the black dragon shattered his shell and emerged a man so beautiful it was a curse. He became Isabella's devoted weapon, his power forging her path to godhood. Meanwhile, the white egg fed on me. I poured everything I had into my white egg. My magic, my money, my soul. For ten long years, it gave me nothing. Everyone said to abandon it. But I couldn’t. I was an orphan, ignored by my sister. I just wanted a companion. But as the dark plague swept the lands, the egg I'd nurtured for a decade hatched overnight—while I was dying, he soared past me to save Isabella. He could have hatched years ago. Could have been human all along. But he chose Isabella. He mistook her for his savior. Then I was back to the day it all began. This time, Isabella lunged for the white egg first, afraid I'd take it. I slung my worn satchel of herbs over my shoulder. Turned my back on them both. "You can have them both," I said calmly. "I choose myself." This life, I swore I would have nothing to do with Adrian. But now, he's the one filled with regret, willing to give his own life just to have me look at him one more time.

On the night of our anniversary, I had prepared a new set of lingerie for my Mafia husband Joey, but he had prepared divorce papers for me instead. A Cuban cigar was clamped between his teeth, a look of pure entitlement on his face. "Adriana, we need to divorce. Vivian's father is a capo. If I marry her, my future's set." "Look, sweetheart, you're just a broken family's leftover daughter. You should be grateful I kept you around this long." "Once I have the family ring, maybe I'll throw you a few scraps, let you be my little side piece." Everyone expected the daughter of a fallen family to step aside for his ambition, to be the loyal dog I'd been for the past seven years. But that night, I made a deal with the devil. I accepted a match arranged by my family and married the true king of New York's underworld. I vanished from Joey's world completely. Three years later, I returned to New York on my husband's arm. We were there on family business. Dante was called away for something urgent, leaving me to wait for him at his private club. I never expected to run into Joey, the man I hadn't seen in three years. "That's enough, Adriana. Stop with the childish tantrums." "Our son Angelo's almost six. He needs care. I'm being generous, offering you a position as his nanny." I laughed. What was this idiot talking about? He was calling the most feared and revered Donna in all of New York a nanny?

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.

I've been caught in a relationship with a divorced man for eight years. We've broken up and reconciled too many times to count. In the end, I tallied ninety-four breakups and five divorces between us. One more would make it an even hundred, but I'm too exhausted to continue this cycle. The first breakup happened when I was giving him my virginity. Halfway through, his ex-wife called asking him to pick up some bread, and he simply left. The fifth breakup occurred when he abandoned me, newly pregnant, on the highway to comfort his ex-wife who was having complications with her own pregnancy. I ended up in a car accident and miscarried. He arrived at the hospital with his clothes disheveled. Despite all the pain he caused me, I could never bring myself to truly leave him. Our most recent divorce happened for an equally absurd reason. His ex-wife and their child were participating in a family reality TV show that required them to appear as a complete family unit. To protect his ex-wife's public image, he divorced me yet again. When filming wrapped, he called to discuss remarrying. This time I refused, because I'm going to marry someone else.

Vampire x Human. Professor x Student. Steamy x Forbidden love When your one night stand turns out to be your professor, there's only one thing to do- continue to sleep with him. And that was exactly what Sophia is going to do. She's faced with a forbidden attraction that's hard to resist until she finds out his dark secret; he's a vampire. Will her passion overcome the secrets he had been hiding from her or will the shadows tear them apart?

เพื่อนสนิทพี่ชายxน้องสาวเพื่อนสนิท ความสัมพันธ์แบบต้องห้าม มันเกิดขึ้นเมื่อทั้งคู่ได้อยู่ด้วยกันมากขึ้น และเธอก็คิดว่าเขานั้นจริงจัง แต่ความจริงเขาไม่ได้จริงจังอะไรเลย ก็แค่ความสัมพันธ์แบบฉาบฉวยสนุกชั่วครั้งชั่วคราว แต่เธอกลับจริงจังกับความสัมพันธ์ในครั้งนี้มาก จนมันกลายเป็นความรัก วันหนึ่งเธอยอมอ้อนวอนขอความรักจากเขา แต่สิ่งที่ได้คือความว่างเปล่า เพราะเขาไม่คิดที่จะรักแต่แรกอยู่แล้ว

(แม่ทัพหนุ่มยุคโบราณ x เศรษฐีนีคนงาม โบราณเชื่อมโยงกับปัจจุบัน + กักตุนเสบียง + โครงสร้างพื้นฐาน + ยุคข้าวยากหมากแพง) เย่มู่มู่พบว่าแจกันที่ตกทอดมาจากบรรพบุรุษมีอิทธิฤทธิ์สามารถพาทะลุไปยุคโบราณเมื่อสองพันปีก่อนได้อย่างน่าอัศจรรย์ ด้วยเหตุนี้ เธอจึงได้รู้จักกับแม่ทัพหนุ่มยุคโบราณคนหนึ่ง แม่ทัพเฝ้าพิทักษ์เมืองสำคัญบริเวณชายแดน ตกอยู่ในวงล้อมของทัพใหญ่สามแสนนายของเผ่าหมาน เกิดภัยแล้งรุนแรง แม่น้ำแห้งเหือด ราษฎรสองแสนหิวตายเหลือเพียงแปดหมื่นคน ด้วยความอับจนปัญญา แม่ทัพอธิษฐานขอน้ำและอาหารจากเทพยดา หวังให้ราษฎรมีชีวิตรอดต่อไป เย่มู่มู่โบกมือ ได้เลย! เธอกักตุนเสบียงปริมาณมหาศาล นำมาช่วยเหลือทหารกับราษฎรทั้งหลาย ซาลาเปา หมั่นโถวนึ่ง หมั่วโถวเกลียว ขนมปังไส้เนื้อ...ทุกวันไม่ซ้ำกัน ทำให้คนโบราณทึ่งในอาหารเลิศรสจากยุคปัจจุบันเล็กน้อย ส่งตำราพิชัยสงคราม กักตุนเสบียง เกณฑ์ทหาร สร้างโรงงานคลังสรรพาวุธ...ทำให้คนโบราณต้องตะลึงในการทหารยุคใหม่ เมื่อเธอถูกคนหลอกลวง กิจการครอบครัวที่ได้รับสืบทอดมาถึงคราวล้มละลาย แม่ทัพก็ส่งเงินทอง ตำรา ภาพวาด พู่กัน โบราณวัตถุและเครื่องเคลือบมาให้เป็นการตอบแทนบุญคุณ... เธออาศัยวัตถุโบราณเหล่านี้ฟื้นฟูกิจการครอบครัวจนกลายเป็นเศรษฐีนี ก้าวสู่จุดสูงสุดในชีวิต! ขณะที่แม่ทัพอาศัยอาวุธยุทโธปกรณ์สมัยใหม่ที่เย่มู่มู่นำมาสนับสนุน กำราบหมานอี๋ ฟื้นฟูแผ่นดิน คืนความสงบให้หกแคว้น รวมใต้หล้าเป็นหนึ่งเดียว! ตกลงกันไว้ว่าจะสร้างวัดให้เธอแล้วให้ลูกหลานกราบไหว้บูชาสืบไป แม่ทัพหนุ่มกลับส่งหนังสือสมรสมาให้ ภูผามหานทีเป็นพยาน ถึงวันใต้หล้าสงบสุข เฝ้ารอการพบกันกับท่านอีกครา หนังสือสมรสทับอยู่บนชุดเจ้าสาว หน็อยแน่ นายแม่ทัพตัวดี เจตนาที่แท้จริงของนายคือแบบนี้เองสินะ!

"You still want me, don’t you?" bulong ni Levi habang nakasiksik siya sa likuran ni Vionne, ang mainit nilang katawan ay nakababad sa ilalim ng rumaragasang tubig mula sa shower. Ramdam ng babae ang bawat pulgada ng kanyang kahubdan. "Levi… w-we shouldn't—" Pero natigil ang pagtutol niya nang marahas siyang iharap ng binata, isinandal sa malamig na pader ng tiles, at sinalubong ng halik na parang sumisipsip ng kaluluwa. His tongue tasted of hunger, revenge, and something forbidden—yet painfully familiar. "Don't lie to me, Vionne." Mainit ang hininga ni Levi sa kanyang balat. "Your body’s already begging for me. You miss this—me—inside you." Napasinghap si Vionne nang gumapang ang kamay nito pababa, pinunit ang natitirang saplot niya at walang babala siyang inangkin sa gitna ng agos ng tubig. "Ah—Levi!" Napaungol siya, napaarko ang likod sa tindi ng sarap. Napakapit siya sa kanyang balikat. Tuloy-tuloy ang pag-indayog ng binata—parang gusto nitong ipaalala sa kanya kung sino ang tunay na nagmamay-ari sa kaniya. "You’re mine, Vionne," bulong nito sa pagitan ng bawat mariing pag-ulos. "No matter how many times you try to run, your body—your soul—will always crave me." "S-Stop talking… I c-can’t—" Pero hindi na niya nakayanan. Sa halip, bumulwak sa kanyang lalamunan ang mas malakas na ungol habang ang init at sarap ay naghalo sa bawat galaw ni Levi. "You feel that?" Mariing tanong ni Levi habang hinuhugot at muling ibinabaon ang sarili. "That’s how deep I still am inside you. That’s how much I fucking want you." Nanginginig ang tuhod ni Vionne. Nanginginig sa sarap.

"No matter the price," I said calmly to the witch across from me, "I will buy the scroll that severs a mate bond." I am Jean Thompson, Luna of the Crescent Pack in name only, and mate—also in name only—to Alpha Felix Frost. In the five years I carried this title, I endured Felix's indifference, my in-laws' scorn, and the pack's cold neglect. All because I loved Felix. I believed, with a devotion that consumed me, that one day my sincerity would move his heart. But on the very day of our fifth anniversary—when I discovered I was carrying twins—I stumbled upon him leading the entire pack of warriors to the airport… to welcome his childhood sweetheart, Mary Lockwood. That moment shattered the last of my hope. When he returned, I hid the bond-severing scroll among a stack of business documents and set it in front of him. "What's this? If it's important, give it to me later—" Before he could finish, Mary's syrup-sweet voice slipped in between us, "Alpha, our reservation is about to begin." Felix didn't even bother to look. He pressed his handprint casually on the scroll, ending five years of our bond. Just like that, our mate bond was severed. But I walked away with more than freedom. I carried with me a secret that could shake the entire pack—two lives growing inside me. Twins, foretold to become kings of the werewolves: the Alpha heirs. Later, in a place far beyond his reach, I gained everything I had once longed for—respect, trust, and love. But Felix came back like a storm I could not escape. His eyes were bloodshot, his body trembling with fury as he trapped me against the wall. "I never agreed to sever our bond," he growled. "Where do you think you're going with my pups?"