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.

เพราะรูปร่างหน้าตาเข้าขั้นสวยและน่ารักมาก จึงทำให้อิงเอยถูกเจ้านายและเพื่อนร่วมงานหัวงูกระลิ้มกระเหลี่ยเธอทั้งสายตาและการกระทำอยู่บ่อยๆ เป็นเหตุให้ต้องออกจากงานเป็นว่าเล่น จนตอนนี้สถานะทางการเงินเข้าขั้นวิกฤตสุดๆ! และ... ในระหว่างที่กำลังกระเสือกกระสนหางานอย่างเอาเป็นเอาตายอยู่นั้น เพื่อนของเธอก็ร่อนใบปลิวที่พาดหัวกระดาษว่า 'รับสมัครพี่เลี้ยงเด็ก' มาให้ งานสบายแถมเงินเดือนดี... แต่คุณสมบัติผู้สมัครกลับทะแม่งๆ ชอบกล ต้องหน้าตาดี สัดส่วนได้ กระทั่งหน้าสดก็ต้องสวย! นี่เห็นว่าไม่มีทางเลือกนักหรอกนะ เลยจะลองสมัครดู... *คำแนะนำก่อนอ่าน* เรื่องนี้เป็นหนุ่มฝรั่งสุดหล่อกับสาวเหนือสุดแสบ มีกามเทพเป็นเด็กน้อยไร้เดียงสา (?) แต่งจากจินตนาการและความเพ้อฝันของไรต์ ให้อ่านเพื่อความบันเทิงเท่านั้นนะคะ เหตุการณ์ สถานที่ และตัวละครในเรื่องไม่มีอยู่จริง! มีคำหยาบและพฤติกรรมที่ไม่เหมาะสมและฉาก NC โปรดใช้วิจารณญาณในการอ่าน

"ไทป์ขับไวๆ หน่อยซี่ ติดเชื้อมาจากพี่เสือหรือไงเนี่ย" ขึ้นรถได้ไม่ถึงสิบนาที 'เจ้าหมวยเล็ก' ก็บ่นงุ้งงิ้งขึ้นมาเพราะอยากกลับไปชิมของฝากที่ได้มาใจจะขาด แต่เพื่อนชายขับรถช้าเหมือน 'พี่รหัส' เธอไม่มีผิด ทั้งที่รถก็ไม่ได้ติดขนาดนั้น "เออดิ ก็พ่อเธอกำชับมาแบบนี้ คิดว่าเราไม่รีบหรือไงล่ะ" ไทป์ตอบกลับอย่างเซ็งๆ เขาเป็นคนขับรถเร็วจะตายทุกคนรู้ดี แต่พอได้รับบทเป็นองครักษ์พิทักษ์หมวย (?) ความเร็วที่สามารถเหยียบได้ก็เปลี่ยนไปอย่างน่าใจหาย เขาจำเป็นต้องทำตามคำสั่งของ 'ใครคนนั้น' อย่างเคร่งครัดทั้งต่อหน้าและลับหลังเพราะถ้าไอ้คนข้างๆ มันเผลอเอาไปบ่นให้พี่รหัสมันได้ยินว่าเขาขับรถไวชะตาชีวิตคงขาดสะบั้น "พ่อไหนอีกแล้วอะ พี่ลิ้นก็พูดถึงพ่อหมวยทีหนึ่งแล้วนะ พ่อหมวยมาเข้าฝันไทป์เหรอ ทำไมไม่มาหาหมวยบ้าง นี่ลูกนะเนี่ย น่าน้อยใจชะมัดเลย" คนตัวเล็กทำหน้างงก่อนนั่งกอดอกทำปากยื่นอย่างไม่พอใจ เมื่อทุกคนต่างก็พูดถึงพ่อของเธอที่เสียไปได้หลายปีดีดัก เสียงเล็กๆ นั้นบ่นออกมาอย่างจริงจัง ตายไปแล้วยังไม่ไปผุดไปเกิดอีกนะตาสมศักดิ์! "เฮ้อ กูล่ะสงสารพี่มึงจริงๆ เลยว่ะ ชอบใครไม่ชอบ มาชอบคนซื่อบื้ออย่างไอ้หมวย!" ----------------------------------------------- ศูนย์รวมความแปลกค่าาาา เรื่องนี้เป็นนิยายแนววัยรุ่นใสใส ที่มีแต่ความใสซื่อ สดใสและความแปลกของ 'หมวยเล็ก' จนบางทีก็ซื้อบื้อเกินไปบ้าง เน้นอ่านคลายเครียดเบาสมอง เอ๊ะ หรือจะเครียดหนักกว่าเดิม 5555 ฝากติดตาด้วยนะคะ ขอบคุณทุกท่านที่สนับสนุนค่ะ

I gave a stranger my panties on a plane. Not because I'm reckless. Not because I do things like this. But because Damien Cross looked at me like I was something worth destroying himself over, and I wanted to be devoured. Four hours at 30,000 feet. That's all it took for him to unravel every careful thread of the life I'd built. One look. One touch. One whispered promise that I was his. Then he vanished. No calls. No texts. Just a breaking news report showing him married to someone else, while I stood in a hotel bathroom staring at a positive pregnancy test. Six years later, I've rebuilt myself. I'm a mother. A success. I've learned to survive without him. Until he walks into my photoshoot and recognizes the birthmark he once traced with his tongue. He says he never stopped looking for me. That his marriage was a cage he's finally escaped. That the twin boys I've been raising alone are his sons, and he wants his family back. But Damien Cross is a man who deals in empires and enemies. Someone close to him wants me gone. The threats start. The danger escalates. And I realize that loving Damien means walking into a war I never signed up for. He says he'll burn the world down to keep us safe. I'm terrified he means it. Some men are worth the fall but men are the wreckage. But Damien is both.