Detective Persona 4

In the dystopian future, singularity is within sight, over half of the population is obsessed with a brand new psychoactive substance, and transhumans outnumber humans. Kaiser Vrix is a private eye employed to search out a computer jock with plans of taking down the whole government with one virus. With the assistance of his machine intelligence, will Kaiser stop the Hacker referred to as Thinker?

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed inside and told the officer on duty that the killings weren't random—that the murderer was coming for me. They looked at me like I'd lost my mind. Then my husband arrived in a hurry and took me away. But the moment we reached our front door, a heavy hammer smashed into the back of my head. Through the blinding pain, I forced my eyes open, but I never saw who killed me. Now, staring at the grave expression on the news anchor's face, agony surged through every inch of my body. Rebirth isn't a reset. The damage accumulates—and sooner or later, it will torture me to death. Without hesitation, I walked into the kitchen and set a pot of oil to heat. And I waited… for the moment the lock began to turn.

พันธะร้ายแสนรัก ความจริงแล้วการที่เขากลับมาที่ไทยในครั้งนี้เขาไม่ได้จะมาสร้างครอบครัวกับเธอหรอกนะ แต่เขาตัดสินใจดีแล้วว่าเขาอยากจะมาหย่ากับเธอเพราะตอนนี้เขาโตขึ้นแล้ว โตขึ้นมากกว่า 4 ปีที่แล้วและผ่านเรื่องราวที่เจ็บปวดที่สุดในชีวิต เขาอยากจะเป็นคนที่กล้าตัดสินใจด้วยตัวของเขา เขาจะไม่ยอมอยู่ใต้อาณัติขอพ่อหรือย่าของเขาอีกแล้ว “ผมตัดสินใจแล้วนะ” สายตาคู่คมจ้องสบตาของเธอด้วยแววตาที่แน่วแน่ “ผมว่าเราหย่ากันเถอะ” รอยยิ้มที่อยู่บนใบหน้าของเธอกลับเลือนหายไปในทันทีเหมือนคำพูดของเขานั้นกระชากทั้งความสุขและความปรารถนาของเธอให้หลุดออกไปจากชีวิตโดยที่เธอไม่ทันได้ตั้งตัว “คุณว่าอะไรนะ” “เราไม่ได้รักกันและผมคงจะอยู่กับคุณในฐานะสามีต่อไปไม่ได้ ผมทำไม่ได้จริง ๆ มันทรยศความรู้สึกของผม” คำพูดของเขามันทำให้เธอขัดใจเป็นที่สุด เธอไม่ได้เสียใจที่เขาพูดว่าเราไม่ได้รักกันเพราะความจริงมันก็เป็นอย่างนั้นแหละ ตั้งแต่ที่จดทะเบียนสมรสกันมา 4 ปีก็ไม่ได้เจอหน้าค่าตากันเลย เธอเพิ่งจะมาเห็นหน้าของสามีที่จดทะเบียนด้วยก็วันนี้นี่ “ฉันไม่หย่า”  

I could always hear strange noises coming from the room next to me. A cacophony of people having intercourse. The noise kept me awake all night. But the strange thing was, he lives alone.

Emma lost her parents at a young age. Determined to solve their mysterious death, she became a detective. Not the best at her job, yet, she decided that only death would make her give up her quest for truth. Years gone by, she received a tip that led her to raid a warehouse. In the process, she stumbled upon a truth that a different world has tried to keep hidden. Werewolves were real. At the point of almost getting killed by these vicious creatures, the unexpected happened. A man with the speed of light and the calmness of water saved her. It didn't stop there, whenever she was in danger, the man appeared. It seemed like he could hear her distress. Indeed, he could. Alpha Clyde wasn't one with a lot of free time on his hands to be playing a vigilante. He only did it for his Mate. Getting the news that she was Alpha Clyde's mate, Emma knew that everything was about to change. What she didn't know was that this change had everything to do with her past, present, and future.

The richest man in the country, Sebastian Vance, has a ring custom-made to my exact measurements, worth billions of dollars, for the woman who will be his bride. In the first life, my stepsister, Mia Lowe, slips on the ring and marries him. Sebastian claws her face, shouting, "She's not the one!" In the second life, my other stepsister, Lorraine Lowe, loses 30 pounds before marrying him. He shoves her down the stairs anyway and says, "She's not the one either." In the third life, my stepmother, Vivian Cole, grits her teeth and slices off a piece of her own flesh just to force the ring onto her finger. Sebastian sneers and pushes her under the bathwater, holding her down until her body goes limp. By the fourth life, out of options and terrified, they finally send me. I slide the ring on, and it fits perfectly. My entire family lets out a sigh of relief. But the second Sebastian lays his eyes on me, he draws a knife and stabs me to death. "Why is it still not her? Where is she?" In the last life, he has his assistant, Owen Hayes, deliver a ring to us. All four of us insist that it won't fit. Owen shoots us a strange look. "Mr. Vance said the rightful owner of this ring is among you."

It's 11:30 pm. Home alone, I decide to order some takeout. When the map shows the delivery guy is zero miles away, I receive a call from him. I pick up, only to hear unsettling silence from the other end. I hang up, annoyed. The next moment, the guy texts me, "Sorry, I'm hearing-impaired and unable to speak. I called to notify you to pick up your food as soon as possible. I can't explain things over the phone, and I apologize for that." Then comes another text. "You must've been waiting for a long time. I've left your order at your door, so please pick it up as soon as you can." Just as I prepare to open the door, I see bars of live comments—reminiscent of livestream chats—floating right before my eyes. "Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!" "He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!" "Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."

When I got home, I received dozens of voice messages from a parent. They had been sent in the group chat with other parents of children in the same kindergarten class as my daughter, Lily. [Ms. Channing, didn't I tell you that my daughter is allergic to furry toys? Why did you allow that boy, Sparky, to give my daughter a hugging bear?] Ms. Channing quickly denied this. No child called Sparky had ever studied in the kindergarten. Another parent was also furious about this. [How can you claim that? My son said Sparky would always force him to play hide-and-seek. If he refuses, Sparky would grab his hair!] I quickly asked Lily what this was about. Lily took out a hugging bear from behind her back and told me about it. [Ms. Channing can't see Sparky. Only smart children can see him. Sparky is a little boy with red eyes. Every child who plays hide-and-seek with Sparky will get a hugging bear.]

คนนึงก็ร้าย อีกคนก็ไม่ยอมใคร มันจะเป็นความรักได้จริง ๆ หรอ? หรือสุดท้ายมันก็แค่ความสัมพันธ์ที่บิดเบี้ยว?

'พริก' มีเพื่อนชายรายล้อมถึง 4 คน แต่ใจกลับสั่นไหวกับคนคนเดียวตลอด 4 ปี ความสัมพันธ์ที่ไม่มีทางข้ามขั้น 'เพื่อน' แต่เพราะความชิดขยับเคลื่อนเข้าใกล้ ความรู้สึกที่ข้างในก็เริ่มจะคุมไม่อยู่หนักขึ้นทุกที