Blind Corner Lazy Susan

เมื่อความรักมันต้องพังลง 'เพราะตัวของเธอเอง' 'เธอ' ถึงต้องยอม 'เขา' อยู่ร่ำไป แต่ใครจะรู้ว่า เหตุผลที่ต้องเลิกกันนั้นมันไม่ใช่ 'เธอ' แต่มันเป็นใครอื่นที่เธอเรียกว่า 'เพื่อน...' ---------------------- แม้ภายในใจจะบอบช้ำเพียงใดกับการปฏิเสธของเขา แต่เธอก็พยายามที่จะยิ้มออกมา เรียวแขนเล็กค่อย ๆ คลายออกจากลำคอแกร่งก่อนที่เธอจะเงยหน้าขึ้นสบสายตากับดวงตาคมที่มองหน้าเธอไม่ละสายตาเช่นเดียวกัน “เวลาเหนือมีอะไรกับเฌอรีน เหนือป้องกันหรือเปล่า” เสียงเล็ก ๆ ของเธอมันทำให้เขาหงุดหงิด พระพายจับชายเสื้อยืดของตัวเองก่อนจะถอดออกอย่างอ้อยอิ่ง “กลัว? กูต่างหากที่ต้องกลัว” “พายไม่ได้ทำอะไรกับใครมาเหมือนเหนือสักหน่อย” เธอพูดเสียงเบา ๆ พร้อมกับฝ่ามือบางที่ยกขึ้นปลดตะขอบราเซียร์สีหวานออก มีผลให้หน้าอกอวบอิ่มเกินขนาดดีดเด้งออกตามแรงโน้มถ่วงทันที พรึ่บ! พระพายยกฝ่ามือขึ้นกอบกุมความอวบอิ่มนั้นไว้ในอุ้งมือเมื่อถูกสายตาคมหลุดโฟกัสมองมันอย่างลืมตัว หมับ! “อ๊ะ!”

My fiancee gets drunk the day before our wedding. While I'm taking her home, she mistakes me for my best friend. "Jackson, don't bring our child to the wedding tomorrow. I don't want Samuel to know about us." I slam on the brakes, causing Madelyn Wilkinson to hit the seatback and come to her senses. When she realizes it's me, she freezes for a moment before slowly explaining, "Since you heard that, let's call off the wedding for now. You don't have to worry. Jackson doesn't plan on getting married again. But I'm still that child's mother no matter what, so I need to help out. "Jackson's your best friend. You feel sorry for him if he has to raise a child alone, don't you? I'll marry you after my son starts school." I can't help smiling bitterly. "Alright then… I don't have a problem with that." When we get home, she packs up a suitcase and leaves without another word. Feeling a sting in my eyes, I suppress my emotions as I sit on the couch, falling into a daze. That's when my phone rings at the worst possible moment. My childhood friend, Hazel Parsons, says in a hoarse voice, "Sam, don't marry her. Please." I fall silent for a beat. "Alright."

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

At the age of twenty, I mated to my father's best friend, Lucian, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack despite our age difference. He was eight years older than me and was known in the pack as the cold-hearted King of Hell. He was ruthless in the pack and never got close to any she-wolves, but he was extremely gentle and sweet towards me. He would buy me the priceless Fangborn necklace the next day just because I casually said, "It looks good." When I curled up in bed in pain during my period, he would put aside Alpha councils and personally make pain suppressant for me, coaxing me to drink spoonful by spoonful. He would hug me tight when we mated, calling me "sweetheart" in a low and hoarse voice. He claimed I was so alluring that my body had him utterly addicted as if every curve were a narcotic he couldn't quit. He even named his most valuable antique Stormwolf Armour "For Elise". For years, I had believed it was to commemorate the melody I had played at the piano on our first encounter—the very tune that had sparked our love story. Until that day, I found an old photo album in his study. The album was full of photos of the same she-wolf. You wouldn’t believe this, but we looked like twin sisters! The she-wolf in one of the photos was playing the piano and smiling brightly. The back of the photo said, "For Elise." ... After discovering the truth, I immediately drafted a severance agreement to sever our mate bond. Since Lucian only cared about Elise, no way in hell I would be your Luna Alice anymore.

In the final year of my bond with vampire lord Saul, the curse of our pact struck, and I was overwhelmed by agony, but my lord was nowhere to be found. He had gone out. He left me to suffer. Alone. When the door finally creaked open the next morning, I looked up through bloodshot eyes—hope flickering like a dying candle. But he wasn't alone. He carried an unconscious woman in his arms, her head resting against his chest like she belonged there. Ignoring me as I curled up on the floor in pain, he first carried the woman to his room and called the old butler anxiously. "Jacinda's passed out. Hurry! Check if she's all right!" The old butler cautiously pleaded on my behalf, hoping our lord could save me first, but Saul frowned and interrupted: "Jacinda is in danger, and I have no mind to drink her blood now. She just needs to pull through herself. Believe me, she won't die. Right now, the priority is to save Jacinda." A frown and a glance in my direction was his only response to the old butler's desperate plea. With my only hope shattered, I clenched my teeth and slashed several long wounds on my arms and hands to drain blood for self-rescue. After a long period of weak convulsions, the curse of the pact finally ended. I lay in a pool of blood, sending a message with my last faint consciousness. "I promise I will leave him."

In the third year the law firm was established, Claire Stone joined the firm as an assistant. From then on, my boyfriend started buying breakfast for her. My childhood friend also drove her to and from work. As for me, I became the wicked woman who bullied the newbie. The repeated disappointments made me decide to expel them from my life. So I agreed to a marriage contract with someone else, and while my boyfriend and childhood friend mocked me, I left the firm we had formed together. Later, they learned that they had been showering all their love and attention on a spy sent by a rival law firm. When they regretted their actions and asked me to go back to them, my husband sent them an invitation to our wedding.

In the light of this reflection and for the sake of her unborn child, Helen escapes by the moonlight and leaves the pack. Once out of the pack's safety, she is accosted by rogues. Helen, the weak omega that she is, cannot defend herself and awaits capture before a saviour in person of her new lover comes to her rescue. Helen becomes a slave to Alpha Damian as the only way to remain alive after her dad commits treason by revealing crucial information to a rival pack. Alpha Damian is desperate for an heir and when Helen finally discovers she's pregnant for him, someone has beaten her to the task already and Helen finally realises the worthlessness of her life as a slave and baby making tool. Helen makes her escape from the pack and is attacked by rogue werewolves only to be saved by a werewolf from another pack. A couple of years later and Helen has become a renowned detective and writer, living happily with her saviour and son. Everything appears to be going smoothly till children start getting attacked by rogues. As such, help is enlisted from Alpha Damian’s pack, a deliberate move from Alpha Damian, on the condition that Helen returns to his pack, under the guise that her detective skills are urgently needed. Helen's hesitancy disappears when her son goes missing, and she is forced to collaborate with Alpha Damian. Secrets are yet to unfold and Helen must watch her back because the enemy might be closer than she thinks. For how long can she fight the growing bond between the Alpha and herself? And will Helen be able to protect everyone she loves in the end?

“I can’t believe you just said that!” I burst out, staring at Ethan like he’d sprouted twenty extra heads. “You want me to... to pretend to be your girlfriend? What, like, fake holding hands? Fake kissing? Fake everything?” He didn’t blink as his nonchalant gaze met mine, a hint of a smirk playing on those lips. “Yes, Riley. That’s usually how fake dating works.” All Harper Adams wanted was to get through one evening pretending to be her best friend on a blind date. But when her date turned out to be Ethan Reynolds—her infuriatingly handsome CEO—things quickly spiraled out of control. Now, she’s caught in a whirlwind of fake romance to help him dodge his family’s relentless matchmaking schemes. Between awkward office run-ins and public displays of “affection” at high-society galas, Harper is discovering that fake dating might be a lot harder than she thought—especially when her feelings for Ethan start to feel all too real. With secrets piling up and hilariously disastrous moments at every turn, Harper’s left wondering: can she survive this charade, or will her fake love life blow up in her face?

Susan yang terjebak dalam pekerjaan kotor karena paksaan sang ayah yang pemabuk dan penjudi, akhirnya bertemu dengan seorang pria yang membawanya pergi jauh dari kubangan hitam yang selama ini mengotori dirinya. Namun, siapa yang menyangka sebagai balasannya, Susan harus mengandung benih pria itu atas desakan sang istri pertamanya yang sudah tidak punya rahim lagi. Apakah Susan menerimanya dan bagaimana kisah hidup Susan setelah menjadi istri kedua yang tidak boleh diketahui keluarga dan publik? Sanggupkah Susan menyerahkan bayi yang nanti dikandungnya kepada wanita lain?

Who is Amanda Walters?One is a stripper, the other a con artist and the last a chef. Same name, same body and face, but different personalities.Alex Oliver had a normal life, had—till he is met with Amanda Walters, the woman who had stolen his grandma's necklace and his bike, the same woman who surprisingly happened to be his blind date the next day. Alex was slapped in his face when the woman he thought was his soulmate turned out to be a con-artist.To make matters worse, Don Torento, a well known pimp—a dangerous one, is looking for the girl who stole from him, Amanda Walters. The problem is which Amanda Walters stole from him?Alex had a normal life, till he met Amanda Walters.