Bed Study Table

Olivia and Carl establish a pattern of behavior at the dinner table, and one more powerful in bed since the same night they met. Meeting at the usual restaurant every Friday night, they don't know each other's lives, what they do for a living, they don't know last names, or if they have someone waiting for them at home. They don't send text messages or calls either, just throw a new proposal on the mattress to be lovers once again and again. Everything is perfect between them, what could go wrong?

Serena gave everything to the man she loved—her trust, her devotion, her future. But betrayal shattered it all. Pregnant and full of hope, she walked in on her husband tangled in bed with another woman. What followed was worse: the slow, agonizing loss of her baby… and then her own life, bleeding out on an operating table, heartbroken and alone. But fate wasn’t finished with her. Reborn with every memory intact, Serena wakes in the past—stronger, colder, and no longer naive. This time, she’s ready to rewrite her story. This time, she’ll make them pay. Because the girl they destroyed… came back for revenge. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll find something worth living for too.

Angela currently plunges into poverty that forces her to went into prostitution where she sells her body to keep her two younger siblings alive, paying their school fees and put food on their table at least twice a day. Despite experiencing the whip of life, she didn't lose hope. She believes one day she will be freed from prostitution, she will feel loved, respected and cared for. She still believes there's someone who will come to hold her hand and help her to get out of the mud. And the person who's going to save her is her childhood friend who went abroad to study way back seven years ago. What if her childhood friend came back all of the sudden? Is she will going to reveal her secret as a prostitute just to make her save by him? Or hide it just to make her man stay in her life? Is it possible for a prostitute like her to have a happy ever after to a knight shimmering shining armor like in books and fairytales? Let's find out in Magda.

A little girl first comes to a foreign country to study abroad, where she encouters is a myterious teacher, a vampire friend, a werewolf and many other special characters. Then, for all she knew, the things that happened to her gradually engulfed her in hatreds, more envy than that is secret love with the Lord of Vampire. This little girl can overcome all challenges and dangers? Excerpts. "Did you listen to me after all?" The man was so angry that veins filled his forehead, he tried to restrain his strength so as not to hurt me. The unsuspecting, fearless me ran to the man's waist, the pink lips parted. "I love you." After those word, his mind stalled, his movements interrupted, and then for a moment his ears reddened, he cound't look at me for a while. "Forbid you to crawl into my bed tonight."

Evan emerges after some time and notices that the room is empty, indicating that Bella has left, but the thrown money placing on the bed remains, and a note was on the table. He approaches the table and picks up the letter that was written on it. "You did the right thing by divorcing a whore like me." It was not just the words but something else that caught his attention and those were the Tear drops. This is the story of Bella and Evan, who were once a beautiful, loving husband and wife, and how they got caught in someone's web of hatred and disgusting lies and had to separate. Instead of love, their hearts were filled with hatred and misunderstandings. After two years of divorce, they came face-to-face once again, and both wanted to move on, but fate had something else in store for them. Soon they will face all the ugly truths, and will they be able to be together again? The journey from marriage to divorce, and then from hatred to love,

Every anniversary, Mark had some twisted surprise for me. Our tenth? He strutted into the ballroom holding hands with an escort wearing straight up lingerie. "Jenna, she's cold. Hand over your dress." Then, like that wasn't sick enough: "And the lingerie. She likes your vibe." I clutched my collar, trying to keep it together. He didn't care—just yanked it open. "Cut the act. Your dad sold you to me, remember? That slutty look you used to give me—I still see it." Everyone stared, waiting for me to break. So I did the one thing I could. "I want a divorce." Again. Mark just laughed and chucked a stack of photos on the table—me, covered in marks, curled in bed, a total mess. "You say that every year. And every year, you're back in my bed. Think your mom keeps that hospital spot if these get out?"

My husband, Daniel Thompson, looked down on me. I was just a farmer's daughter in his eyes, and he never loved the son I gave birth to. It wasn’t until our baby turned 100 days old that he held him for the first time. Then, one day, his first love, Claire Matthews, came back to the city. That night at dinner, Daniel, who was always cold and distant, finally smiled. He even reached across the table and placed a piece of meat on Noah’s plate. Noah beamed all evening, clutching onto that tiny gesture like it was a treasure. Just before bed, he whispered to me, "Mom, do you think he likes me now… even just a little?" I wrapped him in my arms, tears blurring my vision as I gently shook my head. "No, sweetheart. It’s because the woman he truly loves is back. It’s time for us to go."

I was Randy Johnson's contract wife. For five years, I tried every possible way to make him fall in love with me. But aside from showing me concern in bed, he ignored me the rest of the time. When a piece of equipment at the amusement park fell and struck me, the first thing he did was rush to his beloved first love. She was startled but unscathed. Yet, he rushed her straight to the hospital. When a towering cake display collapsed on me, leaving blood streaming down my arm, he still chose to comfort his first love, who merely had a stomachache. Since he loved her so deeply, there was no reason for me, his contract wife, to stay. So I let him go and freed myself in the process. I chose to study abroad, vowing never to see him again for the rest of my life. I never expected… this time, he would be the one to regret it.

นักดับเพลิงหญิงที่ผันตัวมาเป็นเจ้าของร้านอาหารแบบ Farm to Table ที่ลงมือทำเองทุกอย่างในโลกยุคปัจจุบัน จู่ๆ ก็ตื่นขึ้นมาพบว่าตัวเองกลายเป็นตัวประกอบหญิงในนิยายที่อ่านไปได้จนเกือบจบเรื่อง เธอกลายมาเป็นตัวละครที่ควรจะตายไปตั้งแต่บทแรก ‘เสิ่นลี่อิง’ คุณหนูที่ตายระหว่างเดินทางไปแต่งงานกับหนิงอ๋อง เจ้าของฉายาเทพสงครามแห่งแคว้นตู้ตัวร้ายของเรื่อง ทีแรกเธอต้องการจะใช้ชีวิตอย่างสงบสุขกลืนหายไปในเมืองเล็กๆ ที่ห่างไกลจากเมืองหลวงนี้ แต่เรื่องราวกลับไม่ง่ายเช่นนั้น เพราะเจ้าลูกชายในวัยเกือบสามหนาวของตัวร้ายดันมาสลบอยู่หลังบ้านเธอซะได้ เด็กคนนี้เป็นตัวแปรสำคัญที่ทำให้ตัวร้ายถลำลึก หากปล่อยไปให้อาจารย์ของพระเอกมาเจอและนำไปเลี้ยงดู แผนอันแยบยลที่บีบให้พ่อลูกต้องฆ่ากันจำต้องเกิดขึ้น เมื่อหนิงอ๋องได้รู้ว่าศัตรูที่ตนสังหารคือบุตรชายเพียงคนเดียว เมื่อนั้นสงครามที่ยาวนานก็ไม่อาจหลีกเลี่ยงได้ จากเทพสงครามที่น่ายำเกรงกลับกลายเป็นทรราชผู้ถูกเกลียดชัง ไม่ได้การล่ะ ถ้าสงครามเกิดขึ้นต่อให้เธอหลบไปอยู่ไกลปืนเที่ยงเพียงไหนก็คงไม่อาจรอดพ้นความเลวร้ายของสงครามได้ แม้จะยังไม่ได้กราบไหว้ฟ้าดินก็ขอทำหน้าที่แม่เลี้ยงเฉพาะกิจปกป้องดูแลเด็กคนนี้จนกว่าจะถึงเวลาที่สมควร

Rafael is still here. I felt his hands wrap around my waist—his body pressing against mine. A sudden thrust nudged my nightie up into a dangerous territory. I pulled away, turning to face him—he was stark naked. His large, heavy penis swayed as he moved. I blinked, stunned. I scratched my forehead and sighed, “What is your problem?” He smirked. “You’re my problem.” --- They were in the bed, The shower, The balcony—but of course, the rain had its temper, and the thunder and lightning did their work... The floor, the coffee table, the wall, and back to the bed... Her weight pressed against him. They’d wanted each other for a long time— To feel, to smell, to fuck. Her legs locked tightly around his waist, Both hands on his chest, neck, and shoulder. His left hand clenched the bed, holding his weight, His other hand caressing her breast—warm, sensual, igniting desire and excitement. He drove his penis slowly, in and out of her, Covered in the slick, milky mix of semen and vaginal mucus. Their movements were freer now than when they started hours ago. The thunderstorm lingered, Creating the perfect atmosphere for their passionate lovemaking. The rain masked their moans and groans— But her screams leaked through, raw and breathless. **** Revenge and violence wraps around a handful of hated dark romance. A powerful woman struggles to find her son while being hurt and bedded by the man who might be behind her sorrow. ****