Black Detective Dexter

ゴーテル男爵家所有の商会で働く平民の美青年ルーカスは、近所に住むリナとは幼馴染み。 学園も職場も同じで、何をするにもいつも一緒だった。誰よりもお互いのことを想いあっていて、 いずれは結婚するだろうと信じていた二人。 そんなある時、リナは取引先のエミリオから食事に誘われる。 小さい頃からルーカス以外の男性と交流を持つこともなかったリナ。断りづらい事もあり、軽い気持ちで応じてしまう。 やましい気持ちなどなかったのに……。 その現場を目撃したルーカスから、浮気したと責められ別れを告げられる。 浮気などしていないので、ルーカスを想いつづけるリナ。 きちんと話し合いたいのに、ゴーテル男爵の末娘のサラが商会を毎日訪れるようになり、ルーカスとの距離はどんどん離れていく。　　　　　　　　　　　 別れを決断したルーカスと、受け入れられないリナ。二人が出した答えは……。

เขาคือมาเฟียที่มีอิทธิพลทั้งในไทยและอังกฤษ แต่ภายใต้ใบหน้าเรียบนิ่งไร้ความรู้สึกกับแววตาที่นิ่งลึกคู่นั้น กำลังต้องการอะไรบางอย่างกับฉันอย่างหลีกเลี่ยงไม่ได้... นั่นก็คือ 'ลูกชาย' "ห้ามถาม ห้ามสงสัย หน้าที่ของเธอคือนอนถ่างขา ตั้งท้อง และคลอดลูกให้ฉัน!"

เพราะถูกคู่หมั้นและรุ่นน้องคนสนิททรยศหักหลัง ดารัณญา จึงหนีไปเลียแผลใจไกลยังเชียงคาน เมืองเล็กๆ ทว่ายังคงไว้ซึ่งขนบธรรมเนียมประเพณี แถมยังทำให้หัวใจที่แตกสลายกลับมาเต้นได้อีก เพราะ เขา คนที่ถูกเธออ้างว่าเป็น แฟนใหม่ต่อหน้าอดีตคู่หมั้น *คนสองคน เมื่อได้มีโอกาสใช้เวลาร่วมกัน ในบรรยากาศสวยงามและเป็นใจ มีหรือหัวใจที่อ่อนแอจะไม่อ่อนไหว *ใครที่ชอบแนวฟิลกู๊ด เรียบเรื่อย ดราม่านิดหน่อย พระเอกพูดจาคะขา มีมุขหยอดจีบกันไปมาคุณเลือกถูกแล้วค่ะ นิยายเรื่องนี้ตอบโจทย์ค่ะ “เชื่อแล้วว่าฮ็อตจริง” เมื่อแขกเดินกลับไปเขาจึงเอ่ยแซวคนตัวเล็กที่ทำหน้าที่ปิ้งย่างด้วยใบหน้าเรียบเฉย แต่มือที่ยังพาดบนไหล่กลับไม่ยอมเลื่อนออก “ช่วยไม่ได้ ก็คนมันสวย” เธอพูดทีเล่นทีจริงแล้วใช้มือสะบัดผมทำท่าประกอบ จนชายหนุ่มอดหมั่นไส้ไม่ได้ ยื่นมือที่พาดบ่าไปลูบผมเธอเบาๆ “ใช้พี่เป็นข้ออ้างห้ามผู้ชายมาจีบแบบนี้พี่จะคิดจริงแล้วนะ” “พูดแบบนี้ตกหลุมรักรัณแล้วเหรอคะ” เธอเอี้ยวตัวช้อนตาขึ้นมองใบหน้าครึ้มเคราอย่างยั่วยวน นัยน์ตาคมจ้องเธอกลับอย่างไม่แพ้เช่นกันกลับเป็นฝ่ายเธอเสียเองที่หลบสายตาคู่นั้นวูบ

高校二年生になったある日、斎藤総司は魔女の末裔である幼馴染みの花咲姫乃の許嫁になってしまった。 だけど二人の相性は最悪。毎日毎日喧嘩ばかりの日々。 そんな二人のちょっとマジカルな青春許嫁ストーリー。

My best friend is a death angel named Faro, and my father works for the devil. I am an incubus demon who has a talking cat named Samson, who happens to be a cursed wizard stuck to live his life as a black cat, an annoying companion who sheds entirely too much. Being an incubus I survived solely on the pleasures of the flesh. I was Dipping my dick into a different woman almost every night for the past hundred years. Whether paid for or brought home to my penthouse from the local watering hole I had company quite frequently to feed my hunger. Cursed to earth I had unlimited wealth and countless numbers of females to recharge me at whim. My punishment from Lucifer wasn't all that bad. At least it wasn't until a wisp of a female brought me to my knees. Could I fall in love, for real? It was inconceivable even though I was named for it; it was the furthest from who and what I was. I was, at the very least, an uncaring prick. Could someone like me know what love was and did I want to know? That's the real question I asked myself. This is my story of how my demon heart started to beat after centuries of being a cold obsidian stone by a young redheaded female with unique secrets of her own. Could she love me enough to walk through the fires of hell for me? This is her story...

Late one night after getting off work, I was scrolling through my company group chat when a colleague shared a piece of news. The headline was horrifying. "Night-Shift Courier Murdered During Delivery, Police Suspect Robbery." I zoomed in on the crime scene photo that had been partially pixelated, and a chill ran straight down my spine. Lying in a pool of blood, the courier who had been hacked to death was unmistakably me. I had scrolled into news of my own death. Almost at the same time, my delivery app began vibrating violently. "Urgent pickup! Destination: Unit 704 Hawthorne Ridge Apartments, Building 7. Time limit: 15 minutes. Penalty for timeout: Death." As I stared at the notification that read "Pickup failed three times", the searing pain of my brutal death surged through my body. So that was it. I had already died three times. When I forced open the half-closed security door of 704 for the fourth time, a thin delivery envelope lay quietly inside. I tore it open. A photograph slipped out. It was a picture of my dismembered body. The timestamp showed tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. On the back was a single line written in fresh blood: "Next time, remember to pick it up on time." At that moment, the red indicator light on the hallway surveillance camera suddenly went dark. I looked up. From the ventilation opening in the exact same spot, a single eye was staring straight at me. The mole at the corner of that eye was identical to mine.

My deskmate has been giving me odd looks lately. She's been keeping her distance from me and avoiding me at all costs. It's the same when we go to the cafeteria for lunch or during class. One day, I can't take it anymore. I grab her and ask, "Have I done something to offend you?" She trembles in fear and staggers backward, putting distance between us. Her gaze darts around shiftily. "No, you're not the problem!" Yet after that, she transfers to a different class. I'm confused by this and want to ask her about it, so I head to her new classroom. I stand at the door and watch as she chats leisurely with someone else. Suddenly, she shudders and screams in horror. "This really has nothing to do with you! Please, leave me alone!"

I was a writer. I rented a place in the countryside to seek inspiration. The villagers said it was a haunted house. Twenty years ago, a mad woman murdered her daughter by piercing a needle into her skull! I did not believe it, but I got a call from a little girl that night. She said it was 2002, and her mother was trying to kill her!

The heaviness in the air is the prequel to the Across the desk. However it is told from Max's point of view. He realizes that he is stuck in life and he really wants to move on but he doesn't know how. His first time going out with a person he is accused of the worst thing a man can be accused of. Though the truth came out later he had already lost his place in his family and in the town. He never trusted women again. He knows that it all revolves around one women though. Then one day he is getting ready to go over his files for his job as an detective he sees one that he doesn't know. He opens the file and it is her, the woman who ruined his life. She was now dead. He is assigned the case to find her murderer. This is his chance to redeem himself and finally put the past to bed. He has to revisit everything in this woman's life and with some twists and turns he finally finishes the case with a jaw dropping person accused of the murder. Then he goes through the trial and he makes himself a promise. When the case is finally over he will move on and find the family he wants to have. The day the verdict for the last of the trials comes to an end Deanna Watson walks into his office. This is his chance to finally do something about his slight obsession with the tiny student. This story goes right into the across the desk and answers the questions of how Max is the way he is when it comes to dealing with the Watson family.

Haunted by her sister Sofia’s murder, marked by the signature black rose of the powerful Moretti crime family, FBI Agent Elena Rossi goes deep undercover as “Lia Moretti.” Her mission: find the killer and burn the organization from within her greatest obstacle: Dante Moretti, the lethally perceptive underboss who sees through her disguise almost immediately. Instead of exposing her, Dante makes her a twisted offer: her secrets become his to control, and in return, he grants her his protection from the rest of the family, for whom discovery means a death sentence. Forced into his trajectory as his personal project, Elena walks on a razor’s edge between her mission and her survival, while Dante’s cold dominance ignites a dangerous, all-consuming passion. As Elena digs for the truth, she finds her sister’s trail leads shockingly close to Dante himself. Her investigation is a minefield of conflicting clues, betraying her badge and her sister’s memory with every moment she spends in his arms. When a black rose appears on her own pillow a direct threat and her FBI handler forces her to betray Dante, her two worlds violently collide. Exposed and hunted by both the mafia and her own agency, Elena and Dante are thrown together as fugitives. In their raw, desperate alliance, they uncover a truth more shattering than either imagined: Sofia’s death was a message in a secret war within the family, and the real killer is the last person Dante ever suspected. To get justice, Elena must help the man she was sent to destroy and wage a brutal war for the soul of his empire.