Cut Sleeve

Cut"" “ว๊าย ปล่อย! ปล่อย!” “....” ยูร์ดันมิ้นเข้าห้องน้ำเเล้วล็อกประตูก่อนที่จะจับมิ้นมานั่งตักเเล้วล็อกตัวไว้ ทำเอามิ้นที่ตกใจไม่กล้าเเม้เเต่มองหน้าเขา ได้เเต่ตัวสั่นไปหมด เพราะกลัวริลจะรู้เเล้วผิดหวังในตัวเธอ “ไม่รู้จักฉันงั้นเหรอ…” ยูร์ถามพร้อมจูบซอกคอมิ้นที่กำลังตัวสั่นอย่างได้ใจ ยิ้งเขาเห็นเธอกลัวยิ่งทำให้เขารุ้สึกใจเต้นพิลึก “...ขอโทษค่ะ ฉัน ฉันต้องไปเเล้ว” มิ้นพยายามดิ้นเเต่ด้วยตัวที่เล็กกว่าเลยทำให้ไม่สามารถสู้เเรงยูร์ได้ “..ฉันจำเธอได้ ทุก อย่าง” “คะ คุณ” “ทุก...ตำเเหน่ง” “คุณคิดจะทำอะไร

To satisfy her thirst for revenge, Daisy was willing to do all that it took to destroy Edward Michaels, the famous billionaire and womanizer who had left her in the lurch in the past few years, having had a one night stand with her that ruined her entire life and also left her with an unwanted pregnancy as a result, which was unknown to him. The goal was to destroy him beyond repair and she didn't mind using her body as a tool to get what she wanted. But what happens when after an encounter with the romantic and sexy devil, she seems to be genuinely falling for him again. Is it all pretense towards achieving her goal? Will she allow herself to be his prey once more? Or does she have other plans up her sleeve? What if he wants more from her this time around? And what if that means having a divorce with his current Sweetheart, a divorce that can also ruin his entire life's fortune!

Jenny Walter had only ever seen her husband, Alec Faust, once in the two years they’ve been married, and that was on TV.Now, they were divorced. What she doesn’t expect is for her ex-husband to keep showing up in her life starting from the second day of her new-found freedom. First, she has to save his lover, and now he wants to pursue her?“Alec Faust, do you know who I am?” Jenny asks him.“You’re the world-renowned Dr. Walter, the last mentee of Mr. Birkett, the top hacker J, and the founder of an haute couture fashion brand. Do you mean you have another trick up your sleeve? Please do share.”Alec was confident that he knew everything there was to know about Jenny Walter.“Actually…” Jenny starts as she approaches him, whispering straight into his ear, “I’m also your ex-wife.”

“Do I look odd to you?”My throat tightens up…My eyes trace the black ink swirls of his sleeve tattoo, and the breeze carries his scent to me. I feel overwhelmed with the urge to touch the markings on his skin, to run my fingers through his dark hair.Desire, sharp as a blade, slices through me and I’m shocked at myself, unsure of where it came from.Vanessa thought she was lucky to find her fated mate. But on the day of their ceremony, he chooses her best friend to be his Luna instead. He scorns their bond and humiliates her, quickly turning her into the pariah of the pack and ruining her future. Then lures her with an explanation, before nearly killing her. She’s saved by Shawn–Alpha of a rival pack–but she’s mistrustful and has to learn to open her heart again. Can she be happy with someone who isn’t her mate? And what happens when her old pack decides they want her back? The Broken Fate of a Fated Mate is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The year of my college entrance exams, I gave up my acceptance to Harvard for James Carter. But after five years into our relationship, I ended it. Outside the dorm building, I caught him holding Sarah Williams, who was dripping in designer labels, locked in a passionate kiss. James smirked, "You're just a simple farmer. What kind of life could you possibly offer me?" But he seemed to forget that I had bought him everything - from his tailored Tom Ford suit to his Rolex watch. Heartbroken, I walked away. If someone else wanted to be a doormat for him, they could be my guest - I was done. Later, I focused on growing my agricultural business, eventually expanding into space farming. That's when the media uncovered my true identity as the heiress to a multi-billion dollar fortune. Mr. Williams groveled, forcing Sarah to kneel beside him, begging me to consider a business partnership. James, his eyes red from crying, grabbed my sleeve and said he regretted everything.

“I, Alpha Jon, reject you, Caroline, as my mate. You're barren and I need an heir!” Alpha Jon declared to Caroline, who had just returned from the hospital with the news of her pregnancy only to see her dear husband in bed with her best friend. “I, Caroline, accept your rejection, Alpha Jon!” Heartbroken, she leaves the Palace and is attacked by some Rogues, only to be saved by Alpha Boris, the Alpha of the Black Fur Pack. He takes good care of her and her children, much to the chagrin of Sarah, his mistress. Five years later, Alpha Jon realises his mistakes and seeks to reconcile with Caroline but Alpha Boris, his sworn enemy from times past is already in love with her and swears to keep her. Would Caroline forgive Alpha Jon and get married to him again or would she remain with Alpha Boris who has some secrets under his sleeve?

Life hasn't always been easy for Ellie Sanders. Abused constantly by her mother since she could remember, she faced the challenges of survival in the humbling streets of Coney Island, New York. Ellie, accustomed to fending for herself, struggles to adapt to her father’s new life, which includes his new wife, a move to the luxurious side of Manhattan, and worst of all, the addition of her step-brother Aiden, but after being forced by their parents to get along, Ellie and Aiden soon discover their feelings for each other transcend that of step siblings. In her quest to suppress her growing affection for Aiden, Ellie explores relationships with other guys, only to discover that Aiden’s got some tricks up his sleeve to scare them away. Together, they confront the difficulties of concealing their love and as hearts entangle, the fears of family and society finding out loom large, and Ellie’s past waits to pounce on her, her life becomes an overwhelming roller coaster. Can their love withstand the pressures that surround them, or will the outside pressures rip them apart?

The day I died, the baby in my womb was only five months old. In that final phone call, my father, John Harlow, the godfather of the Harlow family, spoke with a voice as icy as a loaded gun. "A married woman belongs to her husband's family, even in death." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had been placed under house arrest. He was circling my college application with a red pen. "Girls who study art are easier to marry off." In front of him, I tore the family's marriage alliance files into pieces. "I'm going to Camford University. I'm studying Computer Science." He sprang to his feet so suddenly that his finger nearly jabbed my face, his sleeve cuff revealing the family crest tattoo. "If you dare defy me, don't ever regard me as godfather." I smiled. "Exactly what I want." Meeting his stunned gaze, I spoke each word deliberately. "The name Harlow. I have long stopped wanting it."

My husband was ruled by his obsessive-compulsive disorder, enforcing rigid schedules that governed our household. On our daughter's birthday, he and his assistant showed up late. The girl, who mirrored her father's need for order, wasn't upset. She just smiled and invited them to cut her cake. My heart shattered as I watched their cream-covered faces and joyful photos. The next day, I handed him the divorce agreement, confusing him. "Just because Edith didn't cut the cake with you?" "Yes."

After eating a poisonous, hallucination-inducing mushroom, I genuinely thought I’d woken up inside a spicy erotica novel. I was the heroine—a live-in housekeeper working for a rich heir, the kind of impossibly handsome, impossibly wealthy man who only exists in fiction. When I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, I felt… oddly disappointed. I muttered under my breath, “Only six guys? What, do I need to take Sundays off?” The heir let out a short, disbelieving laugh. A slow, dangerous one. “If I’d known you were this bold,” he said, “I wouldn’t have bothered being gentle.” The moment the hallucination faded, I grabbed his sleeve and practically burst into tears. “Honey, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean any of that.” He loosened his tie with maddening calm and murmured, “Relax. No one here takes Sundays off. And if you’re that eager to follow the plot of your little erotica novel… we can start right now.”