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Durante seis años, mi hermanastro, Draven, heredero de una familia mafiosa, y yo mantuvimos una relación secreta. Cada noche, sus manos recorrían cada curva de mi cuerpo con un anhelo desesperado. La forma en que me miraba en esos momentos íntimos me hacía creer que yo era la única mujer capaz de despertar en él tanta pasión. Hasta hace un mes, cuando descubrí que estaba embarazada. El día antes de San Valentín, me colé en su estudio, planeando sorprenderlo. A través de la rendija de la puerta, lo oí hablar con Nico, el consejero de la familia. —¿No estás harto de tu pequeña hermanastra, Jasmine? El compromiso está a la vuelta de la esquina. No te has enamorado de ella, ¿verdad? Una sonrisa cruel se dibujó en sus labios. —¿Enamorarme de ella? Era un blanco fácil que cayó en mis manos. Habría sido un desperdicio no haberle dado un mordisco. Su madre llevó a la mía a una muerte prematura. Estos seis años han sido su penitencia. Y ella se lo merece todo. Además, ya lo he dicho antes. Mi esposa será Bianca Tyler, y nadie más. Casarme con ella asegura las rutas de contrabando portuario de la familia Tyler. Eso es todo lo que importa. Entonces, lo que yo creía que era amor no era más que un elaborado acto de venganza. Cada uno de sus abrazos era una mentira calculada. Bien. Era hora de que nuestro bebé por nacer y yo desapareciéramos por completo de su mundo.

San Hernadez, is a town located in a far away mountain where in Underground Monsters are living for almost 500 years. A college students Gleea, Kim, Daphne, Glyrazze, and Fretzie who is studying in Manila happened to visit and take a break for a while in this town where one of their bestfriend is living. But what if the so called vacation they thought will give them a millions of good memories will lead them to a bloodbath chase and war against underground monsters? Will they survive in this battle or they will face their painful death?

"ฉันไม่เคยรักใคร ผู้หญิงทุกคนที่นอนกับฉันรู้ข้อนี้ดี!" กฎของเขาคือห้ามรัก ความผิดของเธอคือรักไปแล้ว เธอให้หัวใจเขาไปตั้งแต่ยังไม่รู้กฎ และในเมื่อแหกกฎตั้งแต่แรก จุดจบของมันคือต้องเจ็บ ต้องไป และต้องยอมให้เขาเหยียบย่ำหัวใจใช่รึเปล่า!

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.

‘เจวิส’ สำหรับเขา ผู้หญิงก็แค่อาหารว่างตอนอยู่บนเตียงก็เท่านั้น ! “เลว? หึ ก่อนหน้านี้เธอไม่ได้พูดแบบนี้”

I, Isabella Norton, once made a promise with Julian Lawson, the billionaire CEO. After 98 proposals, he vows to appear at the doors of the city hall on my 99th attempt. But when the day comes, he doesn't show up. Instead, he brings his mistress, Natalie Mayer, to a concert. The sweet kiss they share under the camera's spotlight quickly turns into a trending sensation. At the same time, I also make headlines for turning up at the city hall for the 99th time. Speculations about the mysterious groom who never makes an appearance run wild. Everyone wonders when I will make my 100th attempt to propose. Out of guilt, Julian promises to show up next time when he realizes that I have carried out my promise. But when he finally arrives there clad in an impeccable suit, all he receives is a text message from me. "There won't be a hundredth proposal. It's over between us."

‘ปืน’ เขา... หล่อ โหด เถื่อน ใจร้าย รุนแรง ไร้ปรานี ไม่มีหัวใจ จงรักภักดีกับนายมาก มากถึงขนาดเต็มใจแก้แค้นแทนนาย ไม่ว่าคนๆนั้นจะเป็นใคร เขาพร้อมทำลายจนไม่เหลือชิ้นดี "ผมไม่คิดป้องกันตั้งแต่แรกอยู่แล้ว" "ตั้งแต่แรก ผมตั้งใจ ให้คุณ ท้อง"

‘เรย์’ เขา... หล่อ นิ่ง ใจร้าย เย็นชา ฆ่าคนได้ ไม่ใช่ฆ่าให้ตาย แต่ถนัดทำให้ตายทั้งเป็น "ถ้าเธอจะยอมอยู่ในสภาพแบบนี้ก็ตามใจ แต่รู้ไว้อย่าง คนอย่างฉันไม่เคยคิดรักใคร ไม่เว้นแม้แต่เธอ" ——— "ตกอับจนต้องขายตัวเลยเหรอ" "อืม" "แล้วที่แอดไลน์มานี่ต้องการแบบนี้โดยเฉพาะ?" "อืม" "งั้นแก้ผ้า แล้วขึ้นเตียง"

Cleo Carrington used to be Northvale's brightest spark—wild, fearless, impossible to pin down. And then she married Damian Joubert. The most controlled, rigid heir in their world. Damian ran like a machine. Perfect standards. Zero slack. And he expected the same from his wife. Cleo loved noise—clubs, music, bodies moving. He had every venue in the city blacklist her. She loved freedom—the blazing Afriyan sun, the northern lights in Icelorn. She raced cars. She jumped out of planes. He took her passport. Shut it all down.