Chenya Twisted Wonderland

My brother Mitchell sided with his dream girl when she accused me of bullying her. Despite being the only family member I had left, he exploded in anger and sent me away to a boarding school for so-called reformation to learn how to become a meek and obedient little sister. In time, I became exactly what he wanted—a docile sibling who never fought back, never argued. But everything changed the day he saw my medical report. He lost his mind. "Nora, I'm begging you—forgive me and let me be your brother again!"

Matteo I thought I found the one I would spend my life with forever until she pierced my heart cruelly and left me to die. Now, I want revenge. I want to make her suffer. I want her to feel what I felt. But fate has plans for us. Plans, I was not expecting. I began to like her. Just when I think I found a friend, she disappeared. Hera I lost my mother in an accident. Then I began to lose everything. Just when I was on the verge of being thrown out of my childhood home, he came. I call him Matt. But he calls me kid. He has a past, and then, she came back. Sussane I regretted it the moment I did it. But I cannot do anything to undo our past. All I can do is, try to win him back. "Oh God, Matt, I am late for school. I have an exam in fifteen minutes. Please drop me" Hera begged Matteo, who is reading a newspaper while sipping his coffee. "No" he replied without hesitation. She was expecting that he would say that. But she cannot be late to her exam. "Matt, if you don't give me a lift, then I.. Then I...." she began to think of a perfect threat to scare him. Matteo moved the news paper out of his face and gave her a look. Little did she know, nothing can scare him. But her eyes began to shine with mischief, which he began to dislike. "If you don't drop me, then I will kiss you," she said something which he doesn't know would scare him.

"You are trembling," Dante whispered, his hand sliding up my thigh, hidden beneath the white tablecloth of the crowded gala. "Please," I begged, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. "Please what?" He leaned in, his teeth grazing my ear, his grip on my leg tightening to a bruise. "Please stop? Or please... take me?" He dragged his thumb over my skin, ruining me in front of everyone, his eyes dark with a terrifying promise. "You belong to me, Evelina. And tonight... I’m going to make sure you scream it. *** Three million dollars. That was the price of my sister’s life. To save her, I sold myself to Dante Valenti. He is the king of Wall Street, a monster in a tailored suit who deals in acquisitions and ruin. He didn't just want my skills as a curator; he wanted me. My time, my freedom, and my absolute submission for five years. I thought I could withstand him. I thought I could keep my heart safe behind walls of hatred. But Dante doesn't just break walls; he burns them down. He strips away my defenses layer by layer, forcing me to play his dark, twisted games. He isolates me, controls me, and manipulates my reality until I don't know where the cage ends and I begin. He treats me like a prized artifact—something to be displayed, guarded, and owned. But as the lines between hatred and desire blur, I realize the terrifying truth: He doesn't just want to own my body. He wants to break my soul until I thank him for the chains.

I lost my eyesight thanks to a sudden car crash. In order to fund my treatment, I took up the position of a blind spectator, as per my friend's recommendation. The job scope was… challenging to put into words, to say the least. To make things worse, one of the clients was my boyfriend.

ลิลลี่ลืมตาขึ้นมาพร้อมกับเสียงระบบกลไกบางอย่างในหัวที่ดังขึ้น [ติ๊ด! ยินดีต้อนรับโฮสต์เข้าสู่ระบบบุปผารัญจวน ภารกิจแรก: ปรนนิบัติท่านแม่ทัพเซียวจวินเหยียนในคืนเข้าหอ รางวัล: 500 แต้มชีวิต หากล้มเหลว: วิญญาณจะสลายไปทันที] "เดี๋ยวนะ... ปรนนิบัติแบบไหน?" เธอพึมพำกับตัวเอง แต่ยังไม่ทันขาดคำ ประตูห้องก็ถูกผลักออกอย่างแรง ร่างสูงใหญ่ในชุดเกราะสีดำสนิทก้าวเข้ามา กลิ่นอายสังหารและกลิ่นเหล้าแรงๆ แผ่ออกมาจากตัวเขา เซียวจวินเหยียน จ้องมองสตรีบนเตียงด้วยสายตาคมกริบดุจเหยี่ยว เขาคว้าหมับเข้าที่ลำคอระหงของเธอแล้วกดลงกับหมอนนุ่ม "เจ้าคิดว่าการเอาตัวเข้าแลก จะช่วยให้ตระกูลมู่อยู่รอดได้งั้นหรือ?" เสียงทุ้มต่ำพร่ามัวข้างใบหู ทำเอาลิลลี่ในร่างมู่หลานฮวาสั่นสะท้าน [คำเตือน: ค่าความต้องการของเป้าหมายพุ่งสูงขึ้น โฮสต์โปรดเริ่มการเก็บแต้ม ณ บัดนี้] คำเตือน! นิยายเรื่องนี้เป็นนิยายรักผู้ใหญ่เรท18+

Liziwe Matiwane is an odd one; a lady who has no interest in marriage, but all the interest in in learning the physician's trade- much to her mother's annoyance. But when she is forced into marriage with a mysterious stranger, her life takes a turn into the murky shadows...

"...You want me to go to another town as you date and later marry some other lady whom you underestimate to be stupid, and I’ll be your mistress until the day that I’ll realize that I lost everything for you… you want me to sit back and wait as I grow old and see another woman bear your children.”

"เมื่อกฎแห่งกรรมถูกทำลาย ความตายจึงไม่ใช่จุดสิ้นสุด... แต่เป็นคุกขังชั่วนิรันดร์" ในยุคสมัยที่ ‘มหาโพธิ์ทอง’ ยังคงแผ่กิ่งก้านสีทองปกคลุมไปทั่วทั้งไตรภูมิ ทุกสรรพชีวิตดำรงอยู่ภายใต้แสงแห่งบุญบารมีอันศักดิ์สิทธิ์ แต่เมื่อ ‘มหาธรรมจักร’ กฎเกณฑ์ที่ค้ำจุนโลกถูกทุบทำลายจนแตกเป็นเสี่ยงๆ ความวิปริตจึงบังเกิดเหนือแผ่นดินสยาม เหล่ากึ่งเทพหน่อเนื้อพุทธางกูรต่างแย่งชิงเศษเสี้ยวของมหาธรรมจักรจนบ้าคลั่ง สงครามทำลายร้างเปลี่ยนอารยธรรมที่รุ่งเรืองให้กลายเป็นนรกบนดิน คนตายไม่ไปผุดไปเกิด แต่กลับลุกขึ้นมาเดินดินในร่างเน่าเปื่อย แสงทองที่เคยให้ชีวิตกลับกลายเป็นกรงขังที่สาปแช่งวิญญาณ ท่ามกลางกลีบดอกไม้ทองคำที่เหี่ยวเฉา ‘สิงขร’ อดีตนักรบผู้ถูกตราหน้าว่าเป็น ‘ผู้ไร้บุญ’ ได้ตื่นขึ้นจากความตายตามเสียงเพรียกของพฤกษา เขาต้องออกเดินทางผ่านแคว้นโบราณที่เต็มไปด้วยอสุรกายและอาคมคุณไสย เพื่อรวบรวมเศษขุมพลังจากเหล่าเจ้าเมืองที่คลุ้มคลั่ง ทางเลือกของเขามีเพียงสอง... หนึ่งคือสยบยอมต่อโชคชะตาที่เน่าเฟะ หรือสอง คือการก้าวขึ้นเป็น ‘ธรรมราชา’ คนใหม่ ผู้กำหนดกฎเกณฑ์แห่งโลกขึ้นมาด้วยคมดาบและรอยสักยันต์อาคม!

I finally became pregnant after my husband and I underwent over a dozen rounds of IVF. However, to my horror, I discovered that the embryo growing inside me was the fertilized egg of my husband and the family maid. They even schemed to have me disappear so that the child could inherit everything. I pretended not to know, carried the child to term, and took care of him, raising him with love and care. It was not until 20 years later that they forced me to sign a share transfer agreement by my hospital bed, along with a divorce agreement that left me with nothing. "After 20 years, we finally have our happy family. You never saw this coming, did you? The child you fought so hard to give birth to is my biological son!" Even my son, without any remorse, said, "Honestly, your illness is beyond help. It'd be better for you to just die." With a knowing, almost bittersweet, smile I replied, "For your happiness, I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

My husband's adopted sister invited me out to dinner, and while we were eating, disaster struck—a violent earthquake shook the ground beneath us. My husband, a firefighter, rushed to the scene as quickly as he could. But fate had a cruel plan for us. We were trapped beneath a massive boulder, unable to move, and the rescuers could only save one of us. He made his choice. He chose her—the adopted sister who had always been frail and sickly—over me, his wife, who was five months pregnant with his child. I begged him, pleaded with him to save me. But he turned his back on me. The boulder pressed harder, and I felt the sickening crack of my arm breaking. He didn't even flinch. "Alice has always been weak," he said coldly. "If I leave her here, she'll die." But when I died, he lost his mind.