Best Haunted House

After a wild, drunken class reunion, I woke up next to a male model. I had no clue what I was doing since it was my first time in this kind of situation. I called my best friend for help on what to do, and while the male model was still out cold, I left my wallet and bolted. When I got home, my best friend dragged me over to show me a picture of her new boyfriend. My jaw dropped. The guy in the photo was the spitting image of the man I had just left.

My best friend and I had been abducted by the Pendragon brothers—a duo consisting of a religious CEO and a top-billed movie star. We became their secret lovers against our will. "I'm pregnant, Lilith," my best friend said, tears glistening in her eyes. "Me too, Lindsay," I replied softly, caressing my belly. "But I won't go through with it." The brothers heard us. Their control tightened. They watched us during mealtimes, while we slept, and even during our bathroom breaks. We could not endure it any longer, so we fought back. In their anger, the brothers kept mistresses who resembled us. We thought we were free until one day, they found us. They called us homewreckers and hurled insults at us. They broke into our house, scarred our faces, broke our legs, and kicked us until we miscarried. It did not matter how much we tried to explain ourselves. They removed our clothes and paraded us in the street. Finally, the Pendragons arrived. They raised their marriage certificates and declared, "Lilith and Lindsay are our wives!"

In the dark of night, they come to life. Whispers through haunted tombs. Cackles beneath a dreaded moon. Malevolent spirits from the twisted mind. Be mindful of whose door you knock on. A reaper may greet you. For those that care of Halloween scare, abandon intent and take the dare.

My best friend and I signed up for the Dual Marriage System so the cancer wouldn't kill me. She and I managed to steal the hearts of the Hopkin brothers. Naturally, we became in-laws. Seven years later, my husband's son told me I was dull and useless. Meanwhile, my best friend's husband slammed her behind bars for the sake of his old flame. When she was released, the last thing she told me was, "Live on." Then, she rushed into the oncoming traffic and was crushed into a pulp by a speeding truck.

I accidentally stumbled upon numerous explicit videos on my husband's computer while tidying up his desk. The videos showed him in bed with my unmarried best friend. The relationship between my husband and me had been platonic ever since I gave birth 40 years ago. His reason was that he was no longer capable of physical intimacy. Now, it felt like my entire life had been a sham, despite all my efforts for my family.

The hotel called, politely reminding me that the condoms used last night were unpaid and had been charged to my membership card. I was stunned. I'd been working late until midnight and hadn't set foot in any hotel. I confronted my husband, the only person who knew my card code. Nathan Phelps looked at me, bewildered. "Honey, that hotel costs over $10,000 a night. I'd never go there. It's probably a system error. Someone must have mistyped the card number. I'll file a complaint tomorrow." Unconvinced, I called my best friend, who managed the hotel. "Tracy, check who Nathan was with at the hotel last night. I'm catching him red-handed."

My best friend's brother and I have been dating for half a year, and she has no clue. My best friend drags me out on Christmas for a singles' night out. Unexpectedly, we see her brother, Chris Lambert, holding hands and kissing a girl under the fireworks. "Damn, Chris finally got the school belle!" She looks thrilled and pulls me forward to say hi. Chris awkwardly rubs his nose and introduces me to his girlfriend, "This is my sister, and the one beside her is… sort of like my sister too." I smile silently. We have held hands and kissed, yet now, I am just sort of like his sister.

สาวงามในบทขับลำนำมีหลายประเภท ที่ได้ยินบ่อยๆ ก็มี สาวงามสร้างชาติ สาวงามล่มอาณาจักร สาวงามอาภัพรัก สาวงามร้อยเล่ห์ อ้อ...ที่ขาดไม่ได้เลย คงจะเป็น สาวงามสู้ชีวิต ถ้าให้ลองจัดประเภท อัยน์นา คงเป็นหญิงงามชื่อแปลกที่ครอบครองตำแหน่งทั้งหมดที่พูดมาแบบเกือบจะเหมาเรียบ ไม่ใช่เพราะเธอสวย ไม่ใช่เพราะเธอดวงดีหรือดวงซวย คุณหนูอัยน์นาคนนี้ได้ทุกตำแหน่งมาครองเพราะเธอ 'เป็นเหยื่อ' ต่างหาก แต่เป็นเหยื่อประเภทที่สามารถเปลี่ยนให้คนที่มั่นใจว่าเธอเป็นเหยื่อ กลายเป็นเหยื่อที่น่าสงสารยิ่งกว่าได้ในชั่วพริบตา นี่คือเรื่องราวของผู้หญิงที่ดูคล้ายซินเดอเรลล่า แต่ดันเป็นซินเดอเรลล่าเจ้าเล่ห์ที่พร้อมจะผลักแม่เลี้ยงกับพี่สาวทั้งสองลงเหวทุกเมื่อ กับ คนที่เป็นเหมือนเจ้าชายอสูร แต่ดันเป็นเจ้าชายอสูรที่หล่อที่สุด สุภาพที่สุด สุขุมที่สุด ดูนิ่งที่สุด แต่ก็เจ้าเล่ห์ที่สุดเท่าที่เคยมีมา เมื่อเจ้าชายอสูรกับซินเดอเรลล่าร้อยเล่ห์มาพบกัน การฟาดฟันระหว่าง "นางเอก" กับ "เจ้าชายอสูร" จึงเป็นเรื่องที่เลี่ยงไม่ได้...แต่ต่อให้เลี่ยงได้ก็คงไม่มีใครยอมเลี่ยงหรอกมั้ง ก็ทั้งคู่ดูจะสนุกกับการฟาดการฟันครั้งนี้มากนี่นา

At our college graduation, my fiance suddenly proposed to Lillie Stewart, my best friend, in front of everyone. I became a joke in front of everyone. Right after Lillie accepted my fiance’s proposal, Lloyd Becker, heir to the biggest mafia family on the West Coast, publicly said he loved me. Lloyd was known in the mafia world for being serious and never getting involved with women. So, when he showed an interest in an orphan like me, it made the news. We got married, and for five years, he was so sweet and treated me like a princess. But one day, I accidentally overheard him talking to his friend. “Lillie is already set to become the future lady of the Gacira family. Are you really going to keep the act up with Nelly?” “If I can’t have Lillie, it doesn’t matter who I marry. As long as I’m with Nelly, Lillie can live peacefully.” He even gave Lillie the symbol of the Becker family’s lady. He helped Lillie build her career while letting me fade into the background. After five years of marriage, I finally understood. On our fifth anniversary, I pretended to die in a shooting so he could be with the woman he truly loved. But instead of being happy, Lloyd completely broke down.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I planned a surprise for him. I hid in his studio. Instead, I found him inviting a university student to pose as his model. As she peeled away layers of clothing, his eyes lit up. "Exquisite. Truly exquisite. It's been ten years—and this is the first time I've seen true beauty," he said. Then he lunged forward, capturing her in a passionate kiss. My nails dug into my palm, hard enough to draw blood, but I stayed silent. For ten years, I had walked behind him, always in his shadow. I was tired.