Bad Publicity Is Still Publicity

จะมารักอะไรในวันที่เธอเดินออกมา ทำไมตอนที่เราสองคนอยู่ด้วยกันเขาจึงไม่เห็นคุณค่า นี่สินะที่เรียกว่าไม่เห็นโลงศพไม่หลั่งน้ำตา

"Ayo tidur bersama. Anggap saja itu balas dendam pada mantanmu, dan aku balas dendam pada mantanku." Vanessa yang tidak mau menikah, pada akhirnya menikahi dokter Jovi karena salah paham memalukan. Tapi kehidupan pernikahan yang diharapkan bisa membuat Vanessa keluar dari keluarga toxic, malah jadi boomerang. Sanggupkah Vanessa keluar dari jerat keluarga dan berdamai dengan masa lalu sang suami? Created 01 Juli 2023 Cover by: @jeasy_art

Jade has more than enough on her plate with overbearing parents and a 'little miss perfect' elder sister, to add the psycho leaving threat notes in her locker would be just too much. It could be some stupid prank or she could be in real danger, but she doesn't have the time to figure it out on her own. So when life hands her the possession of her school's bad boy's precious book, she trades it for his help in uncovering the person behind all this. The heat is turned up and things are getting interesting between the bad boy and his good girl as mysteries get solved and hearts learn to love........again!

เพื่อนสนิทพี่ชายxน้องสาวเพื่อนสนิท ความสัมพันธ์แบบต้องห้าม มันเกิดขึ้นเมื่อทั้งคู่ได้อยู่ด้วยกันมากขึ้น และเธอก็คิดว่าเขานั้นจริงจัง แต่ความจริงเขาไม่ได้จริงจังอะไรเลย ก็แค่ความสัมพันธ์แบบฉาบฉวยสนุกชั่วครั้งชั่วคราว แต่เธอกลับจริงจังกับความสัมพันธ์ในครั้งนี้มาก จนมันกลายเป็นความรัก วันหนึ่งเธอยอมอ้อนวอนขอความรักจากเขา แต่สิ่งที่ได้คือความว่างเปล่า เพราะเขาไม่คิดที่จะรักแต่แรกอยู่แล้ว

Lucas and Jackie finally had their happy ending after a series of heartbreaks from a love-struck enemy. Now, they are about to start their life with their baby, focusing on building their future and career. Their love for one another is stronger than ever and each day, Lucas learns what love feels like for a man who never believed in love. But when a bad boy falls, expect many outcomes. A new enemy has come, and it will take Lucas and Jackie's love and trust for one another to stand against them. Family drama and romance with chaos becomes the order of the day.

“เธอต้องชดใช้สิ่งเธอทำ!" "แล้้วฉันต้องชดใช้ให้นายอีกเท่าไหร่นายถึงจะพอใจ"

"Daddy? When are you coming home? Mommy's on the bed, and she won't wake up." Luca's voice shook, breaking up with tiny, hiccuping sobs. "If she's not getting up, wake her. She's just being lazy, " Bill barked. "Look, I'm busy. Go ask your mom if you need something, and stop calling me for every little thing!" Then he hung up, just like that. He was too busy flirting with his secretary to care. Me? Luca? We weren't even on his radar. What he didn't know was that I was already dead. But later, when reality slammed into him like a truck, he clung to my photo, sobbing and begging me not to leave. Too late.

My blood ran cold. Not just because of the words, they’d done worse than the scheme. They mocked me. Rewrote my pain as a punchline. Danced on the grave of my dignity like it was confetti. I staggered back from the door, suddenly aware of how my hands were trembling. Of how my chest rose and fell like I was still being dragged underwater. I could still feel it, the betrayal. The nights I cried myself sick. The baby. The blood. The gaslighting. The cold stares. The silence. No, this wasn’t just a memory. It was a resurrection. I pressed my hand to my chest, grounding myself. This body? This moment? It was mine now. Not theirs. Not his. If this was a curse, I’d break it. If this was a second chance? I’d weaponize it. Let them laugh. Let them bask in their borrowed joy. Because from this moment on, I’m not playing the quiet, obedient pawn. I’m the storm they tried to silence. The reckoning wrapped in silk and scars. They don’t deserve peace. Not after what they did to me. I’ll make them feel it. The same agony, the same betrayal. No, worse. Double. And the Kensingtons? Oh, they won’t be spared either. Their blood's just as soaked in my suffering. I lived by their rules in my last life. In this one? They live by mine. And mercy? Yeah, I left that behind in the last timeline.

Agatha dipaksa menikah dengan anak dari sahabat ayahnya yang bernama Bima, ia tidak menyukai wanita karena kejadian di masa lalunya. "Gue bukan guy gue cuma benci cewek gara-gara masa lalu gue" Bima. "Kalo gitu biar gue yang buat rasa benci itu hilang" Agatha. Semakin hari mereka semakin dekat sampai salah satu dari mereka memiliki perasaan, namun sayangnya ia bersikap seolah-olah tidak ingin menikah dengan pilihan ayahnya. Suatu kejadian membuat mereka jauh. Di hari kelulusan Agatha orang tuanya memberi tahukan padanya jika ia dan Bima harus memberikan keturunan secepatnya hal itu membuat keduanya merasa stress. Hingga akhirnya Agatha bekerja sebagai sekretaris pribadi Bima, walau hubungan mereka di kantor tidak pernah terlihat seperti pasangan suami istri. Suatu hari ternyata takdir merubah kehidupan mereka.

Hope is a seventeen year old Omega. And for as long as she can remember, she has been moving from one pack to another with her widowed mother. Hope is a loner and all she longs for is to be accepted, to have friends and not be bullied. But coming to Crescent Manes, she meets her greatest nightmare in the form of Blake Parker, soon to be the Alpha of Crescent Manes. But Blake the tormentor carries a scar, a burden that no one knows. He holds a dark secret, one if unleashed might just spell doom to the entire race of wolves. ***** "Say it, Hope," he says, his voice dangerously low as he traps me against the cool tiled wall. A shiver runs down my spine and I have to close my eyes. His voice is pulling me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asks. "No." I try to slip away but he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head. He presses his hard body against mine and I stifle a gasp, aware of every inch of him that is touching me. "You're not going anywhere. We're not done yet." He slides his hand up my skirt even as his lips trail from my neck to my collar bone. And lower. I can feel my resolve weakening as his hand reaches its destination. "Say it," he orders. I moan, dipping my head back. I want to say it, I really do. But I know that if I give in and say the words, there will be no going back.