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What happens when your life is just a lie? What happens when you finally find out that none of what you believe to be real is real? What if you met someone who made you question everything? And what happens when your life is nothing but a fiction carved by Mr. Fiction himself? "The truth is rarely pure and never simple." — Oscar Wilde. Disclaimer: this story touches on depression, losing someone, and facing reality instead of taking the easy way out. ( ( ( part of TBNB Series, this is the story of Clarabelle Summers's writers ))

‘คัทย่า’ หญิงสาวลูกครึ่งรัสเซียที่ตกต่ำจากหนี้สินมหาศาลถูกเรียกตัวไปที่คอนโดของ ‘เอริกส์’ ผู้ชายที่เคยถูกเธอกลั่นแกล้งในช่วงมัธยม เอริกส์ใช้ข้อมูลที่เธอทำคลิปโป๊และไลฟ์สตรีมลับ ๆ เป็นเครื่องมือในการแบล็กเมล์เธอ โดยเสนอเงินเพื่อให้เธอมามีเซ็กส์กับเขา...แน่นอน ว่ามันไม่ใช่เซ็กส์ที่ธรรมดาทั่วไป เนื่องจากนี่เป็นการ ‘ล้างแค้น’

"Are you still afraid of me Medusa?" His deep voice send shivers down my spine like always. He's too close for me to ignore. Why is he doing this? He's not supposed to act this way. What the hell? Better to be straight forward Med! I gulped down the lump formed in my throat and spoke with my stern voice trying to be confident. "Yes, I'm scared of you, more than you can even imagine." All my confidence faded away within an instant as his soft chuckle replaced the silence. Jerking me forward into his arms he leaned forward to whisper into my ear. "I will kiss you, hug you and bang you so hard that you will only remember my name to sa-, moan. You will see me around a lot baby, get ready your therapy session to get rid off your fear starts now." He whispered in his deep husky voice and winked before leaving me alone dumbfounded. Is this how your death flirts with you to Fuck your life!? There's only one thing running through my mind. Lifting my head up in a swift motion and glaring at the sky, I yelled with all my strength. "FUC* YOU AUTHOR!" ~~~~~~~~~ What if you wished for transmigating into a Novel just for fun, and it turns out to be true. You transimigated but as a Villaness who died in the end. A death which is lonely, despicable and pathetic. Join the journey of Kiara who Mistakenly transmigates into a Novel. Will she succeed in surviving or will she die as per her fate in the book. This story is a pure fiction and is based on my own imagination.

การกลับมาเยือนของนายน้อยตระกูลสวี มาเฟียอันดับหนึ่ง อย่า เยว่ซือ ต้องมาบรรจบกับรักครั้งเก่าอย่างเพื่อนสนิท ลู่เป่ยเปียน ความรักต้องห้ามทำให้ฟันเฟืองความสัมพันธ์หมุนอีกครั้ง ระหว่างหน้าที่และความรัก พวกเขาจะเลือกสิ่งใด

“แต่การจะเล่นเป็นเด็กดี เราต้องมีรหัสหยุดเกม” “แล้วถ้าหนูไม่อยากเป็นเด็กดีล่ะคะ ?” “ก็ไม่ต้องพูด... จนกว่าจะทนไม่ได้” เขาบิดยอดถันมองเธอเผยอปาก “แต่ถ้าเรย์กลัว หรือไม่อยากให้พี่ทำต่อ ให้พูดว่า... ?” “หนูไม่ใช่เด็กดี” “ถูกต้อง... พี่จะหยุดทันที” “แต่คืนนี้หนูตั้งใจจะเป็นเด็กไม่ดีของพี่ค่ะ” เธอตอบทั้งที่ยังยิ้มยั่ว เรนนี่วางมือลงฝ่ามือเขายกขึ้นมกำรอบคอเธอช้า ๆ “หนูเข้าใจพี่ธาม หัวใจหนูกำลังเต้นแรง” ธามวินทร์สะท้านเฮือกยามเสียงหวานออดอ้อนเปล่งคำว่า ‘หนู’ มันเต็มไปด้วยความยอมจำนนอย่างสิ้นเชิงไม่มีข้อแม้ เขา… ประธานหนุ่มผู้เยือกเย็นแต่เร่าร้อนภายใน กลับมาพร้อมรอยยิ้มที่เธอเคยหลงรักและคำสัญญาที่เธอไม่อาจลืม จาก “พี่ชายข้างบ้าน” กลายเป็น “เจ้านายสายร้อน” เซฟเวิร์ดจะถูกกระซิบเบา ๆ ระหว่างลมหายใจ และเมื่อค่ำคืนมาถึง เธอจะยอมเอ่ยคำว่า— “คืนนี้ หนูอยากเป็นคนดีค่ะ” นิยายรักอีโรติกแนว Soft BDSM / เจ้านาย–เลขา / พี่ชายข้างบ้าน ร้อนแรง ดุดัน แต่ละมุนหัวใจ

PAIN AND PLEASURE: The BDSM SERIES Book 1: Classroom Punishment Will No one knows that the professor who commands the entire class is the same woman I control completely. The same classroom where she teaches, becomes the place where I punish her after everyone’s gone. Iva I’ve always known about my dark desires, to be controlled, to be punished, but I never imagined one of my own students would be the one to fulfill them. As he tests my limits and takes control, we both find ourselves falling deeper… every single day. *** “Professor, you know I don’t repeat myself. Open your legs now, or I’ll put you over my lap and spank you. Is that what you want, your students discovering that their strict professor is a submissive?” Fuck! Why do his warnings always turn me on instead of pissing me off? This time, I splay my legs, trying not to provoke him further. I quickly glance around. Thankfully, everyone is too busy working on their test to notice anything. My breath catches as his hand slips between my thighs, under the desk. *** She was never supposed to want him. He was never supposed to touch her. Behind closed doors, the woman who controls the classroom becomes the one who surrenders. The student who obeys the rules becomes the one who makes them. But love is far more dangerous than desire. If they are discovered, she will lose her career. If they walk away, they will lose each other.

“I don’t share what’s mine, Dove,” he warned. “And who said I’m yours?” Even as I was rejecting the notion of 'belonging' to another person, heat stole my body and mind in the predatorial claim, with the dark warning of the stranger's body and eyes. “You,” a dark and still warm grin steals his gorgeous features as every inch of me rose to his hands, silently begging for his continued attention....“You were made for me Dove and I want you to be mine this week..... Forget the cheating ex on a once in a lifetime vacation to the keys..... Ellie has no idea what fate, or her childhood friend have in store. Find out in Part One of DJ and Ellie's Second Chance BDSM Romance.

When I loved her, I didn't understand what true love was. When I lost her, I had time for her. I was emptied just when I was full of love. Speechless! Life took her to death while I explored the outside world within. Sad trauma of losing her. I am going to miss her in a perfectly impossible world for us. I also note my fight with death as a cause of extreme departure in life. Enjoy!

At my own wedding, the groom switched—Malcolm Lowell bailed, and the best man stepped in. Lumi, the Irving's real daughter, latched onto Malcolm's arm and smirked from the crowd. "I was just feeling a little low," she said. "Didn't think Malcolm would go this far for me." Malcolm raised a brow. "I just wanted to make her happy. You took her spot for years. Time to pay it back. This is for your own good." That's when it hit me—this whole wedding was a setup, a twisted show just to entertain Lumi. All because I was the adopted one. I'd lived in her place for over two decades. I didn't cry. Didn't freak out. I just took the new groom's hand, faced the priest, and said, "Keep going."

There's nothing more shattering than hearing that you're signed off as a collateral to marry in order to clear off your uncle's stupid debts. "So this is it" I pull the hoodie over my head and grab my duffel bag that is already stuffed with all my important stuff that I need for survival. Carefully I jump down my window into the bushes below skillfully. I've done this a lot of times that I've mastered the art of jumping down my window. Today is different though, I'm not coming back here, never! I cannot accept marrying some rich ass junkie. I dust the leaves off my clothe and with feathery steps, I make out of the driveway. A bright headlight of a car points at me making me freeze in my tracks, another car stops and the door of the car opens. There's always only one option, Run!