Dragón

At 22, as the Santoro heiress, I'm choosing a husband out of the three Guerra brothers to honor the marriage pact between our families. I pass on Aurelio Guerra and choose the eldest brother, Cesare Guerra, the one with the burn scar on his face, leaving everyone in the Mafia reeling. Everyone knows I put aside my pride as a perfumer for Aurelio and shrank myself until I barely exist. For him, I even leaned on the Santoros' muscle to build his power base. In my last life, I married him, just like I'd always wanted. With the Santoros behind him, he became the youngest Don in the Mafia. After he was established, he hooked up with my stepsister, Maeve Santoro. Together, they stole the new perfume I created, "Reverie", locked me in the lab, and set the place ablaze, reducing me to ash. Now that I've been reborn, I decide to drag those two cheaters to hell myself. But then Aurelio comes back too, carrying the memories of our last life.

Ever since he was a kid, Sieghal was convinced that something terrifying was lurking under the sea, waiting for him with its jaws wide open. But he had no clue what kind of creature it could be. His fear only grew worse when his dad fell into the ocean, forcing him to return to his hometown—Shira, to face the terror he'd never been able to overcome for years. Returning to Shira after all these years was no cakewalk for Sieghal, who despised the sea. While most folks would say the ocean is a super romantic place, not for Sieghal, it was just a gateway ready to drag his soul into death. Unlike him, the people of Shira believed that the ocean, which had sustained them for decades, was protected by a guardian—a wonderful entity with shimmering silver scales. And it was this entity that had saved his dad when he fell into the sea during a massive storm that night. "Is seventy million dollars is enough to buy your dignity, Alfreeda Sieghal?" "Sir Dylan, I'm not to try sell my soul just to get money for my dad's medical bills."

Book- I 18+ Mentions of Graphic sexual content. Read at your own risk. Celestine, a naive and young orphan girl from a village. In the name of family, she had only her 7 year old dying sister. To save her, she did everything along with begging for money from wherever she could but no one helped her. Being disappointed and desperate to save her sister, she got trapped and sold her body to a brothel not knowing the consequences. Brothel was the hell where you can go by your own choice but can never come back. Damien Romano, the cruelest and richest Billionaire of Italy got obsessed with her body after having her. His obsession made him drag her away from the brothel to take her to his personal hell where he could torture her with pleasure. Celestine, who had never got the taste of happiness from the day she was born, will she ever be able to escape from her personal hell and from the clutches of the monster that resided deep inside Damien.

After my third dive in search of my missing boyfriend, I suffer a miscarriage. When I wake up in the hospital and find out he's still alive, I rip out the IV and drag myself home. But as I approach the house, I overhear Beck Wilder talking to his friends. "Maren had a child with her ex-husband. Who knows if she's really over him? "I can't go through with the wedding without being sure. I'd rather set a trap to see if she'd risk everything for me." Someone hesitates. "What if she finds out you lied? She might get furious and leave you." Beck chuckles confidently. "She's a breeze to manipulate. I'll make her sign the marriage papers and host a lavish wedding. She'll be as meek as a kitten." Two weeks later, I leave the miscarriage report on the wedding dress and walk away. The once-proud heir of the Wilder family is left in tears, scouring every inch of Larkspur in desperate search of his runaway bride.

Noah sat beside me. He lit a cigarette. I didn't understand why I was here. But it was true, I'd almost forgotten about Anthony, replaced by fear and curiosity. "What are we going to do?" I asked. "I mean. You said you'd help me with my problem." "Your problem? You're just heartbroken. Not a serious issue. You just need to get revenge." "How?" Noah took a drag from his cigarette. He was handsome, but the vibe he gave off made me scared. "Send him the same kind of video he made with that other woman." "I have to hook up with a stranger just to get revenge?" This was a crazy idea. "No way." "Then just deal with it and accept the fact that you're not more interesting than your boyfriend's side chick." What the hell was that?! I wanted to get even, but I didn't want to do something insane. I grew even more agitated. My phone rang again. I looked at the screen. My mom was calling me. This was bad. She couldn't know I was with Noah, or she'd kill me.

A week after getting into a cold war with Alexander Griffin, his friends drag me to a private room. They drink and smoke inside, not caring that I have asthma. My breathing speeds up and it starts to get difficult for me. My hands tremble as I call Alexander and tell him I'm about to die. However, he's with his childhood sweetheart. He doesn't answer my calls. He finally answers when I'm about to pass out, but all he does is berate me. "You're old enough to know not to be so childish, Isabelle. Why would you think of joking around with your life? "Sasha's injured, and I'm tending to her wound—it's my duty as a doctor. Don't tell me you're jealous over that! For the last time, there's nothing between Sasha and me. It's up to you whether you believe it!" Later, I die in that private room. His friends throw my body into the sea to cover up their crimes. One day, Alexander finds my journal. That's when he loses his mind…

***BOOK TWO of the Wulver Pack Series*** Can be read as a standalone Time passes, things change, and everyone moves on. It’s easy to feel left behind. I always feel left behind. Left behind and forgotten. All my life, I’ve wanted for someone to reach back, take my hand, and drag me along. Keep me up with the times, be a part of the changes. Maybe it’s time for me to be the change, start chasing after what I want, but I wouldn’t even know how to start rocking the boat. It’s just not me, not something I can even do. I have never been one for the chase, but now just might be the time to learn. *** Time passes, and I stay the same. Things change, but I don’t. Everyone moves on, but I wouldn’t know. Being alone has become my home. The solitude brings solace. The quiet is rejuvenating. The seclusion affords too many perks. I take what I want and I want only what I need. I’m a lone wolf, no need for a pack, no need for a mate. And that will never change.

" เราจะรู้ได้ยังไงคะ ว่ามันคือความรัก " คำถามของลูกสาว ทำเอาแม่ใจพองขึ้นมา พี่ทรายโตแล้ว " ฟังเสียงหัวใจสิลูกพี่ทราย เวลาที่เราอยู่ใกล้คนที่เราชอบหัวใจของเราจะเต้นไม่ถูกจังหวะ เวลาที่เราได้เจอหน้าเค้า หัวใจของเราจะสั่นรัว แตกต่างจากเวลาอยู่กับคนอื่น "

"ไม่ว่าคนไหนมันก็ไม่ต่างกันหรอก กูไปดูตัวก็เพื่อให้แม่สบายใจเท่านั้นแหละ" "ไม่แน่ คนนี้อาจจะไม่เหมือนคนอื่นก็ได้นะมึง" "เหมือนหรือไม่เหมือนกูก็ไม่ชอบ คู่ชีวิตที่มาจากการที่ผู้ใหญ่จับคู่ให้ ร้อยทั้งร้อยไม่มีทางที่จะรักกันได้จริงๆ หรอก!" "งั้นกูขอให้ครั้งนี้มึงเจอผู้ชายที่มาดแมนแฮนด์ซั่ม หล่อ รวย กล้วยใหญ่จนมึงหลงหัวปักหัวปำเลย สาาาาธุ!" ถ้อยคำเพ้อฝันทำคนฟังส่ายหน้าขำอย่างเหนื่อยหน่ายใจ ก็พูดไปเรื่อย คนแบบนั้นถึงจะมีอยู่จริงแต่ก็ไม่ได้จะโคจรมาเจอกันได้ง่ายๆ ไหม วัดจากคนก่อนๆ ที่แม่หามาแล้วห่างไกลสุดขอบฟ้าเลยบอกตรงๆ! แล้ว...ใครมันจะไปคิดว่าสิ่งที่เพื่อนพูดไว้มันจะเป็นเรื่องจริง!!

"แม้นแผ่นดินสิ้นชายที่พึงเชย อย่ามีคู่เสียเลยจะดีกว่า " จากอิเหนา ตอน7 เธอสวย เธอโสด เธอรวย ทำไมเธอจะต้องมีคู่ให้ต้องมาวุ่นวายปวดหัว ดีไซน์เนอร์สาวสวย วัย30 ปี นั่งมองดูภาพในจอ ตรงหน้า ดาราสาวสวย แถลงข่าวว่า เลิกกับสามีหนุ่มอย่างข่มขื่นใจ ยามรักแต่งงานกันใหญ่โต ยามหมดรักก็บอกแค่เพียงเข้ากันไม่ได้ ใครอยากแต่งก็แต่งไปนะจ๊ะ แต่ไม่ใช่ ไวน์ คนนี้แน่นอน "ผู้หญิงอะไร อยากมีแต่ลูก ไม่อยากมีผัว แล้วเค้าจะรู้ได้ยังไงกันเล่า ว่ารสชาติที่แท้จริงมันเป็นยังไง " นักเทคนิคการแพทย์หนุ่ม คุยกับจิตแพทย์สาวเพื่อนสนิท ที่ทำงานที่เดียวกัน ระหว่างพักเที่ยง โอม หัวเราะ ออกมาเบาๆ หลังจากฟังเรื่องของคนไข้ ของเพื่อน "เค้าอยากได้แค่สเปิร์มยะ ไม่ได้อยากได้ผัว จบไหม แกช่วยฉันหน่อยสิ สงสารเค้า " "ไม่ช่วยโว้ย อสุจิฉันต้องออกมาพร้อมความสุข ไม่ใช่ช่วยตัวเอง จบปะ "