Dawin Dessert Lyrics Novels & Stories

"ฉันเป็นคนประมูลเธอมา เท่ากับว่าเธอเป็นของฉัน!" มาเฟียหนุ่มพูดขึ้นกับหญิงสาวที่เคยช่วยชีวิตเขาไว้ในอดีตหลังจากที่เขาประมูลเธอมา ทั้งที่เขาพยายามห้ามใจ..ไหนเธอดันกลายเป็นขนมหวานจานโปรดของเขาได้ มาเฟียหนุ่มที่ขึ้นว่าไร้หัวใจและโหดเหี้ยมที่สุดจนคนในเมืองต่างหวาดกลัว แม้แต่กฏหมายก็ทำอะไรเขาไม่ได้...เคยโดนคนลอบสังหารหวังจาคร่าชีวิตของเขาผู้ซึ่งมีอิทธิพลมากที่สุด แต่ดวงคงยังไม่ถึงคาดพัดพาเขามาเจอกับพ่อลูกคู่หนึ่ง ซึ่งได้ช่วยชีวิตของเขาและลูกน้องคนสนิทไว้และเขาจะไม่ลืมบุญคุณครั้งนี้เลย แต่เมื่อจะกลับมาสองพ่อลูกก็หายไป! ใครจะไปคิดว่างานประมูลใหญ่ที่เขาจัดขึ้นนั้น ทำให้เขาได้พบกับหญิงสาวในกรงทอง ตอนแรกแค่สนใจจะรับมาเป็นลูกน้องมือซ้ายและเอาไว้แก้ขัด แต่เมื่อเปิดผ้าปิดตาของเธอออก กลับกลายเป็นเด็กสาวคนนั้นที่เติบโตขึ้น! ลูกสาวของผู้ที่เคยช่วยชีวิตเขา "คุณสินะที่ประมูลฉัน" "......." "เลวสิ้นดี!" เด็กสาวที่น่ารักคนนั้นได้หายไปเสียแล้ว เหลือแต่เพียงหญิงสาวที่ดื้อด้านสุดๆ จนเขาหมดความอดทน!!

By the fifth year Dylan Crewe dropped me on a remote island, I finally learned submission. He brought his sugar baby, a college student, along with a Doberman to pick me up. I sank to my knees, wiped the sand off his leather shoes with my sleeve, and bent my back as a step for them. “Your duty from here on out is to take care of Tammy Bates. She and the Doberman are your family now.” I complied with his demand with a smile. Dylan took over my family’s empire, pushed my parents to the depths of despair until they jumped to their deaths, while I was abandoned in the middle of nowhere to break me. He succeeded in his venture. Back in the familiar manor, I couldn’t recognize the place I once called home. My alarm clock rang at 4 o’clock every morning, as my day would start with a special diet for Dobie and its grooming session. At nine o’clock, I would lay out Tammy’s outfit for the day and be her literal punching bag at the gym. I would have the drinks and food ready for Tammy’s friends in the evening, as she kidded around with her friends about how she tamed the once proud, notoriously spoiled heiress of Hedgewood’s high society.

In the fifth year of being exiled to a deserted island in the international waters by Chelsea Herrera, I finally learn how to stay extremely humble. When Chelsea brings Derrick Carpenter, a university student she keeps, and a Doberman to the island just to pick me up, I get down on my knees as though it's the most natural thing to do in the world. Then, I wipe the sand off Derrick's shoes with my sleeve before bending over to use my back as their stepstool. "From now on, you're in charge of taking care of Ricky. He and Dobey are your family now." I nod with a small smile. After Chelsea has usurped my family's businesses and forced my parents to jump off a building, she chooses to abandon me on a deserted island so that I can learn to obey her commands. She has succeeded in everything she's done. By the time I finally get to return to the familiar villa, everything there has already changed. I wake up at 4:00 am every morning in order to prepare a nice breakfast for Dobey the Doberman. After that, I groom it properly. At 9:00 am, I've prepared the outfit Derrick will be wearing for the day. Then, I'll travel to a boxing gym so that I can serve as his human punching bag. At night, I prepare some alcohol and snacks while listening to Derrick and his friends laughing at me. They then proceed to discuss how to tame me, the formerly arrogant scion hailing from the ex-richest family in the elite society.

On the night of our engagement banquet, Mandy Sutton's boyfriend, Lenard Johnson, sends my fiancee, Sarah Lindt, a video clip of him jerking off. It also comes with a text message. "Using my hand doesn't feel good at all. I miss your tight little mouth." I want to call that jerk on the spot and cuss him out. But Sarah, who has flown into a state of panic, quickly stops me out of anger. "Are you dumb? It's obvious that Lenard has sent all of these things to the wrong person! He's my best friend's boyfriend, for crying out loud! There's nothing going on between us! Must you be so paranoid, Jonathan? "You're the one that's oozing negativity and dark thoughts, so stop assuming that everyone else is the same as you! Put that jealousy of yours away and stop embarrassing me already!" To think that Sarah is actually accusing me of being jealous and paranoid when she's the one who has cheated on me behind my back! I merely chuckle coldly before forwarding the video clip to our mutual college group chat. At the same time, I've withdrawn my sponsorship from Sarah's company. I'm quite curious, though. Without the support of a jealous, embarrassing man who has zero confidence like me, just how long can Sarah maintain her image as a strong and independent businesswoman?

Zachary Quinn suddenly develops a fondness for going to a massage parlor after I'm discharged from the hospital—I was in an accident. He excitedly tells me that the masseuse there has the best skills he's ever experienced. "They even have free food and fruits! I bring my laptop there with me to work when I get tired at the office." I don't know why he's telling me these things. He knows my father got caught cheating at a massage parlor. I hate those places. It's only later that I learn the relaxation he describes isn't what I imagined. He's long since gone bad in places that I can't see.

Nihan is her father's lone hope of becoming debt-free. She is sold to Dawin Lucas, a cruel and merciless young man who is infamously feared for his lack of empathy and dark attitude. She soon realizes that her entire existence has been a lie, and everyone she cares about, including the man she was thinking about marrying, is eager to cast her out for their gain. When Mister Manipulative and Cold-Hearted finally meet his match and unintentionally bring her to his bedroom, which was initially promised to his future wife. Will  Nihan be leaving Islas de Promesas anytime soon?

Music brings joy,music calms the nerves but can a song bring led to death…… a music box with diabolical setting,words of the box,lyrics of the music,if you want to die listen to their rhythm. Victoria is seventeen-year-old that lives with her parents, being born in a family that loved her and cared for her, never had she felt left alone. But after the death of her father, her mom married again to a wealthy high-class man whose reputation is all that he cares about.

I begged my husband ninety-nine times to go with me to Jay Boone's concert. On the hundredth time, he finally bought two front-row tickets. Dressed to the nines, I was stopped at the entrance by security because I couldn't produce my ticket. By the time the concert ended, I still hadn't been able to get through to him on the phone. News broke that my husband and his young girlfriend were at the concert, requesting "Sunny Day" from Jay Boone. The story shot straight to the trending charts. There's no rain in the lyrics of "Sunny Day." Because the only world caught in a torrential downpour was mine.

Ethan is a huge music fan. Because the lyrics express their emotions or experiences. Music was his comfort, his refuge, and his dearest companion. As a result, his desire to be an artist began. He desired to perform on stage as well as on the street. Just to let the world know about his musical talent and passion. Lily left his home because of his stepfather. She has only one dream, and that is to finish her studies. But how can she complete her studies if she doesn't have enough money? She finds it tough to consume three meals a day. Fortunately, she met a friend named Claire and recruited her as a production assistant in a huge corporation. But there's a catch. She must be married to the CEO's son in order to be admitted into their company.

On my boyfriend, Draco Leroyce's birthday, I take him to a newly-opened fancy restaurant of my own for his birthday meal. Thinking that we'll be having a birthday cake for dessert later, Draco and I decide to order a set meal that includes a pizza and a plate of pasta. With a smile, I hand the menu over to the waitress. She plasters a fake smile on her face as she grabs the menu. But she secretly calls us "broke ass bastards" in Virellian. I draw my brows into a deep frown instantly. "What did you just say?" The waitress is momentarily stunned. Then, she shoots me another fake smile. "I said I'll prepare your food right away." I just sneer back at the waitress before responding to her in fluent Virellian, "You were calling us broke ass bastards."