Cool Galactic Names

ซัน : สองต่อสองคืออะไรผมไม่รู้จัก? กิจกรรมสนุก ๆ มันต้องอยู่กันหลาย ๆ คนสิวะ ยัยหุ่นบึ๊มก็เหมือนกัน สักวันผมจะลากมาร่วมวง! จูน : คนอย่างไอ้พี่ซันเหรอคะ? เป็นผู้ชายที่เกิดมามีหน้าที่แค่อย่างเดียวจริง ๆ คือการสร้างความสุขให้กับผู้หญิงบนเตียงเท่านั้นอย่าเผลอเอามาเป็นพ่อพันธ์เชียวนะสงสารอนาคตของชาติ!

Namanya Abian Malik Guinandra. Remaja jangkung dengan paras tampan yang mempesona. Matanya indah, alisnya tebal menyiku, bibirnya merah muda nan mengoda. Semua yang ada di dalam diri seorang Abian Malik Guinandra adalah kesempurnaan yang dilukiskan semesta dengan sedikit menaruh kata 'berlebihan' di sana. Hanya saja, Malik itu sedikit konyol! Tingkah aneh dengan candaan tak lucu yang kadang membosankan. Menjadi point tersendiri yang menjadi keunikannya di usia remaja. Saudara tirinya adalah Xena Ayudi Bridella. Si cantik yang introvert. Tak menyukai dunia penuh keramaian dan orang-orang asing adalah alasannya menyembunyikan hubungan keluarga tak sedarah dengan Abian Malik Guinandra. Ya, Xena dan Malik adalah saudara tiri setara usia. Fakta mengejutkannya adalah Xena menyukai Malik, si saudara tirinya sendiri. Mencintai saudara tirinya dalam diam tentu adalah hal yang tak mudah untuk seorang gadis cantik bernama Xena. Hingga akhirnya, Xena memutuskan untuk melawan semesta dan mengakui segala perasaannya. Memperjuangkan semuanya hingga titik darah penghabisan. Simak bagaimana kisah si gadis cantik, Xena Ayudi dengan saudara tiri yang tampan nan mempesona, Abian Malik Guinandra. Akanlah Xena mampu meluluhkan hati Malik dan mendapatkan cintanya? Read only on My STEPBROTHER : Crazy Sexy Cool. Happy Reading. Salam Hangat, Lefkiilavanta.

Sweet stories are coming. Be brave, and tell him how you feel. We hide in the lonely corners, watching those charming boys, but we don't know as long as we are brave enough, we can win their hearts. The handsome schoolboy, the abstinent professor, the cool genius... Who says that crush is fruitless? The pursuit of true love never goes out of style. “Falling in Love With A Cool Guy” My bestie's brother was a cool guy. When I met him for the first time, he went out of the bathroom and covered my head with a coat. Chelsea, my bestie tried to smooth things over. "This is my friend. Is she beautiful?" He looked at me coldly and said in a mean tone, "Ugly." Well, you might be a handful, but I knew how to deal with this type. I showed him my care and consideration for a long time. In the end, I gave up. He was still so arrogant that he didn't even call me sister. Two days after I gave up, he sent me the first message. Cool guy: [Are you playing hard to get?] “Love You Long Ago” I had a crush on Matthew, who was my neighbor, for a long time. One day, Matthew took the initiative to find me and introduced his younger brother to me. I smiled bitterly. Everyone knew that his half-brother was the person he hated the most. “Crush” I never thought this scene would appear in front of me. A tall man stood before me, holding the pink lingerie I had just taken off with his slender ring finger. My jeans were halfway also down my thighs.

When desire knows no boundaries, every moment counts. Untamed Desire brings you a collection of provocative short stories exploring forbidden touches, secret cravings, and unexpected connections. From strangers trapped in a storm to tangled love triangles and power plays, these tales explore lust and longing in all their raw, intoxicating forms. Each chapter is a standalone story—perfect for quick, sultry reads that ignite your imagination and leave you wanting more.

My wife was gone for 6 months on a business trip. The day she returned, however, she was not alone. Hand in hand, my wife showed up with her lover—my client. This was not even the worst part—she was also 3 months' pregnant. My client, in all his beer-bellied arrogance, hurled the contract at my feet, smirking. "Mr. Carter, your wife has gone to so much trouble for this partnership. Truth be told, I would never, not even in a million years, have agreed to partner with you if it wasn't for her!" My wife caressed her pregnant belly and said smugly, "I was the one who successfully got Mr. Lewis' business! I'll let you have it, though, as long as you agree to get a divorce!" I tore the contract into shreds and roared, "You want a divorce? Fine! I'll give it to you, but I'll never sign this!"

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 husband,Yves Gordon, got a diamond necklace at an auction. It was my birthday. The next day, I saw another woman wearing that necklace. She was Joyce Cherny, my husband's new sales director. That woman posted a dozen shorts on TikTok to show off her necklace. I commented, 'Nice necklace, but the outfit doesn't match.' Half an hour later, Yves called me. He berated, "I bought Joyce that necklace! She deserves it! She doesn't need you mocking her for it!"

Ean's face twisted with anger as he grabbed me by the arm, dragging me toward the old, rusted freezer in the corner of the warehouse. "You're going to feel what Helen felt," he spat. "Maybe that'll teach you not to mess with her." I struggled against him, panic rising in my chest. "Ean, this is insane! It was an accident! Let me explain—" He wasn’t listening. He shoved me inside the freezing metal box and slammed the door shut. The echo of the lock clicking into place made my heart pound in my ears. I banged on the door with my fists. "Ean, please! You can’t do this!" I screamed, but the sound of his footsteps grew fainter as he walked away. He left me with nothing but a single bowl of water, like I was some kind of prisoner. I slumped against the cold metal, shivering. The temperature plummeted almost instantly. The hum of the freezer kicked in, and I realized too late—it wasn’t broken like he thought. It was working, and I was trapped. My body shook uncontrollably as the cold seeped into my bones. I screamed for help until my throat was raw, clawing at the walls in desperation. My bloody handprints smeared across the icy surface, a silent plea for mercy that no one would hear. Seven days passed. When Ean finally returned, the look on his face was one of smug satisfaction. He had expected me to beg, to apologize. But when they pried open the freezer, all they found was my frozen body, stiff and silent, my suffering long over.

Noong pandemic, para kumita ng mas malaking pera para magbayad ng bills, bumalik ako sa aking dating part-time na trabaho bilang bulag na masahista. Subalit, hindi ko inasahan na sa top floor ng office building, merong tagong special service na inaalok. Ang unang customer ko ng pumunta ako sa top floor para magtrabaho ay ang magandang CEO sa aking full-time na trabaho, si Rosaline Dunne. Humiling siya ng espesyal na masahe mula sa akin…

By month four of my IVF treatments, my husband's childhood sweetheart posted a picture of herself cradling her baby bump. The caption? [Having a happy ending with my first love. A family of three.] And there he was—his hand in the shot, making a cutesy heart with hers. Oh, and the cherry on top? He was still wearing his wedding ring.