December 1 Quotes

They called him Father. She called him forbidden. Ayana Marcus thought coming home for Christmas would be simple—a few weeks of family dinners, church services, and small-town nostalgia before returning to her real life in Boston. She didn't expect him. Father Nelson has been her father's best friend for two decades. A priest. A pillar of their tight-knit community. A man who's supposed to be untouchable, unshakeable, holy. But when Ayana returns after four years away—no longer the sheltered girl who left, but a woman who knows her own mind—everything changes. One look across her family's dinner table, and she sees it: the way his dark eyes linger a second too long, the tension in his jaw when she speaks, the white-knuckled grip on his glass when she laughs. Father Nelson isn't just her father's friend anymore. He's a man on the edge of breaking. One stolen kiss beneath the mistletoe shatters two decades of self-control. What begins as a single moment of weakness spirals into a secret affair that threatens to destroy everything—his priesthood, her family, their souls. He tells himself he's corrupting her. She knows she's awakening him. In the cold December nights, between whispered prayers and desperate touches, they discover that some sins taste like salvation. That the line between worship and desire is thinner than either imagined. That love—even forbidden, impossible, unholy love—can be the most sacred thing of all. But in a town where secrets don't stay buried and the church sees everything, their passion will cost them more than they ever imagined. He's twice her age. Her father's best friend. A man of God. She's everything he's denied himself for twenty years. And this December, they'll learn that some gifts are too dangerous to unwrap… But impossible to resist.

“Summer,” he called her name. She ran to Osiris and hugged him as she cried. "We broke up. He hurt me and cheated many times. This must be my karma for what I did to you." Tears streaming down her face, she asked for his forgiveness. "If I could turn back time, I would choose you. If I'm given the chance to love you again, I will make it right." Osiris and Summer walked through the rain-soaked gardens, their clothes clinging to their skin. Just as they reached the grand doors of the mansion, they swung open, revealing Osiris' wife standing in the doorway, Martha, in her pregnant state. --- When a chance encounter leads to an unusual pact, Summer becomes the unlikely tutor for Osiris in the art of domesticity. As they navigate the trials of chores and life's uncertainties, a unique bond blossoms. But destiny has more in store as their paths diverge, only to reunite in a twist of fate. Osiris, driven by a silent admiration, becomes the steadfast pillar in Summer's whirlwind rise to stardom. Amid the glitz and glamour of showbiz, a stolen kiss in the moonlit confines of a car reveals hidden desires, setting the stage for a passionate dance of emotions. In a tale of love and longing, Osiris yearns to bridge the gap between their worlds, all while concealing his true identity as a powerful CEO. Summer, caught in a web of emotions, grapples with secrets she's compelled to keep. The stage is set for a heart-wrenching encounter when past promises collide with present desires, challenging the very fabric of their connection.

[This is an English language version/translation] When Atlas, the driver of CEO Connor meets the broke woman, Heather, who wants to flip her poor world into the other way around, she rejects him and chooses her rich childhood best friend, Theory, in exchange of her virginity and also part of their deal in the past. Little did Heather knows that after she turned down Atlas for being a poor, his CEO boss, Connor, made him the heir of the company. Heather finds herself blind for months in her love for Theory that abuses her and cheats on her. She goes back to Atlas, one rainy night of December, asks for a second chance but soon as Atlas steps back after their hug, she saw another woman from behind in her late pregnant state, she's Margaery— Atlas' wife.

…“And sweet love,” I said, addressing the scared lady on the bed. “You didn’t steal my man. In fact, you have finally liberated me. Thanks for the favour,” I added before taking a picture of them. Sophia decides to escape from the wreckages of a failed marriage and enjoy her newfound freedom. She soon finds unexpected sanctuary in the arms of a man who is twice her age, a silver-fox tycoon with immaculate charm. Their romance ignites against a backdrop of bustling corporate affairs and simmering personal battles. As Sophia's past demons and Dominick's vengeful ex-wife converge like storm fronts, their love becomes both shield and target. Her daughter's safety is now and stake and Sophia must become a mother, a lover and a warrior to navigate the dark crevices of betrayals and half-truths. Would the love between her and her new found romance be the key to their salvation or would it mean their downfall?

เมื่อรักครั้งแรกมัน ก็ยังหวังกับรักครั้งใหม่ เป็นผู้ชายลูกติดแล้วผิดตรงไหน?

เธอคือครูสาวบรรจุใหม่ ส่วนนักการวัยคราวพ่อจะเข้าถึงเธอได้อย่างไร ต้องไปติดตาม

รับส่งขึ้นสวรรค์ทั่วทุก ‘ซอย’ โดยเฉพาะ ‘ซอยถี่ๆ ซอยลึกๆ’ ผมยิ่งชอบ ‘ซอยตัน’ วิ่งไปชนจึ๊กๆ ผมก็รับนะครับ สนใจใช้บริการนี่นามบัตรผม กด 6969 เรียก ‘ผัวเบอร์ 1’ รับประกันส่งถึงสวรรค์ไม่มีหยุด สะดุด ให้เสียเซลฟ์

จากหญิงสาวที่ยึดมั่นในรักเดียวยินยอมเป็นชายาอ๋องแม้จะได้เปนชายารอง แต่กลับถูกตอบแทนด้วยความตาย บัดนี้สวรรค์เข้าข้างให้มาเกิดใหม่ เสิ่นลู่ถิงตั้งมั่นที่จะขึ้นเป็นสนมของฮ่องเต้เพื่อแก้แค้นทุกคนแทน

A family where cannibalism and having s*x with family is legal due to curse from their old family circle. A family where dark secret is still running to their blood. Ang sumpang sumira sa buhay nila. Paano kaya nila matatakasan at makakalimutan ito kung ang sarili nilang pamilya ang nakataya dito? Paano nila ito mabibitawan kung ang Pamilya Barber ay gumawa ng kasalanan walang sinoman ang makakatakas? Isa sa biktima ng kanilang family Dark Secret ay ang pangalawang Anak ni Paulo na si Miguel. Nung nalaman nito ang nakaraan niya mula sa kanyang pamilya ay mas lalo itong nakaramdam ng init at galit sa pagkatao. Paano kaya kung malaman nya rin ang nangyari sa kanya nung 15 years old pa lang siya? Matatakasan pa kaya ng pamilya nila ang sumpa na hanggang ngayon ay nagpapasakit parin sa angkan nila o tuluyan na itong mapuputol sa kanilang dalawang magkapatid? Sino nga ba si Miguel at ano ang papel ni Carlo sa kapatid para matapos ang cursed sa Family nila?

Deux inconnus dans un ascenseur en panne, entre deux étages d'un hôtel anonyme. Lui, les mains encore marquées par un récent accident. Elle, les lèvres teintées du rouge à lèvres qu'elle vient d'effacer nerveusement. Pas de noms. Pas d'histoires. Seulement l'espace exigu qui rétrécit à chaque expiration. L'électricité statique qui fait crépiter la laine. Un regard accroché à un poignet, une veine qui bat sous la peau fine. La chaleur devient palpable, suffocante. La première parole est un juron étouffé. Le premier contact n'est pas une main, mais un souffle contre une tempe. L'étreinte qui suit est une affaire de survie, une tentative désespérée de prouver qu'ils sont encore vivants face à l'étreinte de fer qui les emprisonne. C'est brutal, urgent, sans fioriture. Le cuir de sa ceinture laisse une marque sur sa hanche. L'agrafe de son collier lui griffe la nuque. Dans l'obscurité intermittente des lampes de secours, ils se dévorent. Chaque baiser est une question sans réponse, chaque morsure une ponctuation. Ils extirpent l'un de l'autre des gémissements qu'ils ne se connaissaient pas, des peurs qu'ils n'avouaient pas. Ils sont à la fois le remède et le poison, l'oxygène et la privation. Quand les lumières se rallument et que l'ascenseur repart avec un grondement sourd, ils se séparent comme on se scarifie. Aucune promesse. Juste l'odeur de l'autre sur la peau, indélébile. Elle sort à son étage, il descend au rez-de-chaussée. Leurs vies respectives les attendent, inchangées en apparence. Mais quelque chose a cédé. Quelque chose a brûlé. Et chacun, dans son silence, porte désormais la mémoire brûlante de cette chute libre partagée, de cet instant parfaitement égoïste et absolu où ils n'ont été que chair, pulsion et vérité crue.