Ella Joyce Set It Off

เพียงแค่ไปในวันเกิดเพื่อน แต่เธอดันพลาดท่าเสียความบริสุทธิ์ให้ชายแปลกหน้า ที่มารู้ทีหลังว่า เขาเป็นเจ้านายคุณแม่ของเธอ แนะนำตัวละครหลัก ธาวิน เลิศทรัพย์ไพบูลย์ อายุ 27 ปี ทายาทเจ้าของห้างสรรพสินค้า The nine อาชีพ : คนรวย ส่วนสูง : 190 ซม. เลขเด็ดจุก ๆ : 60 นิสัย : ชอบเอาชนะ สเปก : สวย หุ่นดี หน้าอกสะบึ้ม สถานะ : โสด ------ แก้วตา วัฒนาสกุล อายุ 18 ปี อาชีพ : นักศึกษาทุนปีหนึ่งคณะอักษรศาสตร์ ส่วนสูง : 158 ซม. สัดส่วนช่วงบน :ไข่ดาว นิสัย : อ่อนน้อมถ่อมตน สเปก : ไม่มี สถานะ :โสด ซีรีย์นิยายเซท 4 เรื่อง เด็กวิศวะของหมอเถื่อน - พี่หมอสายลม เรื่อง เด็กบริหารของเพลย์บอย - พี่ซีวิค เรื่อง เด็กคนนี้...หวงรักเพื่อนพี่ชาย - พี่สกาย เรื่อง เด็กอักษรศาสตร์ของคนรวย - พี่ธาวิน เรื่อง เด็กฝึกงานของหมอโหด - พี่หมอธีโอ (ถึงจะเป็นเซ็ทซีรีย์ก็หาสามารถอ่านแยกเล่มได้ค่ะ)

#เมื่ออุบัติเหตุนำพามาสู่เรื่องราววุ่นวายแบบไม่มีใครคาดคิด #ความใกล้ชิดที่เริ่มต้นจากสถานการณ์บังคับจะยั่งยืนสักแค่ไหน? #สุดท้ายหัวใจจะเลือกใคร...ระหว่างคนที่รักไม่ได้ กับคนที่ไม่คิดจะรัก...

หนูไม่ได้ขายตัว ส่วนคุณเองก็ช่วยหนูเรื่องนั้นเหมือนกัน เราสองคนก็ต่างคนต่างได้ แต่ในเมื่อคนอยากให้เงินหนูนัก หนูรับไว้ก็ได้ค่ะ ตัวละครหลัก : หมอธีโอ ปุญญเมธานนท์ อายุ : 27 ปี ทายาทเพียงคนเดียว รพ. เอกชนเมธานนท์ อาชีพ : รองประธานกรรมการ & หมอสุดฮอต สูง : 185 ซม. เข็มฉีดยา : 60 นิสัย : ปากจัดจ้าน สเปก : สวยในสายตาของเขา แต่ต้องสวยไม่มีผัว --- ไลลา วัชรากุล อายุ : 22 ปี อาชีพ : นักศึกษาฝึกงานปี 3 คณะบริหารธุรกิจ สูง : 163 ซม. สัดส่วนช่วงบน : พอดีมือ นิสัย : ด่าในใจเก่งมาก สเปก : ผู้ชายนิสัยดี ไม่นิสัยตัวเงินตัวทองเหมือนหมอปากหมา --- ซีรีย์นิยายเซท 4 เรื่อง เด็กวิศวะของหมอเถื่อน - พี่หมอสายลม เรื่อง เด็กบริหารของเพลย์บอย - พี่ซีวิค เรื่อง เด็กคนนี้หวงรักเพื่อนพี่ชาย - พี่สกาย เรื่อง เด็กอักษรศาสตร์ของคนรวย - พี่ธาวิน เรื่อง เด็กฝึกงานของหมอโหด - พี่หมอธีโอ

My younger fraternal twin brother finally gets a girlfriend. Our parents, who are overseas, entrust me with the task of welcoming her. I instruct the maids to prepare a feast to welcome her. As we sit around the dining table, my brother scoops a bowl of soup for me himself. After that meal, my brother's girlfriend pulls a long face at me. "Who gave you the right to eat the soup my darling scooped? How could you be so lazy? You can't even cook, yet you're not even embarrassed to stuff yourself with all that food!" I'm stunned by her outrageous words. I reply in annoyance, "What does that have to do with you anyway? I'll do as I please!" She glares at me with hatred written all over her face and yells, "Why aren't you married yet? The family's assets belong to me and my darling. Who do you think you are that you can spend our money? "Just look at you. You will never be able to get married like this. Perhaps it'll be better for you if you beg me to introduce my elder cousin to you. He doesn't mind that you're lazy. All he wants is for you to give him a son. He earns over ten thousand dollars a month!" I'm dumbstruck by her shamelessness. I storm straight to the bathroom where my brother is and bang on the door repeatedly. "Come out here right now! What is with your girlfriend? And since when have our family's assets become yours and yours alone?"

Just before my wedding, my fate mate, my Alpha fiancé, Micheal, stripped me of my wedding dress—our wedding dress—and handed it to his mistress, Becky Porter. Not only that, but he locked me in the dressing room like some rabid wolf he needed to contain. "Becky has a terminal illness.She just wants to experience being a bride before she dies." I lunged forward, my wolf howling inside me. Alpha's strength pressed against mine, his dominance forcing my muscles to lock. My claws twitched, itching to break free. "You bastard!" I snarled, my breath ragged. Micheal barely blinked. Instead, he let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head . "She’s dying, and you can’t even show a little compassion?" His tone dripped with disappointment, as if I were the villain here. "You’re only losing a wedding, but Becky… Becky is losing her dreams and her life."

Sandy grew up surrounded by kids who adored the story of Cinderella—the gentle girl who lost her father, was cast aside by her cruel stepfamily, and endured endless chores without ever fighting back. But Sandy? She loathed it. She couldn’t stand how Cinderella stayed silent, how she let herself be tormented. Then one day, Sandy died in a fire. And woke up as Cinderella. Thrown into the very tale she despised, Sandy tries to play her part—scrubbing floors, swallowing her pride, surviving the cruelty of her stepmother and stepsisters. But everything changes when she’s kidnapped by bandits. Cornered in the forest, her fear turns into rage… and something inside her erupts. A powerful gust of wind explodes from her body, flattening everything around her. Real, terrifying magic. Her eyes flew wide, her mouth agape—pure disbelief etched across her face. Could it be? Did Cinderella possess supernatural powers? And not just her—almost everyone in the kingdom shimmered with something… otherworldly. Was this still the fairytale she thought she knew? Or had the story slipped into something far more enchanted than anyone imagined?

I went to visit the set where my chaste fiancee, the award-winning actress Whitney Lockwood, was shooting her new movie. When I heard she was shooting a bed scene, I frowned but still agreed. However, her scene partner, a young actor named Yarden Stein, could not get into character. Whitney grew impatient. She said they should do it for real. I stopped her and said they could use a body double instead. She slapped me across the face and glared at me with teary eyes. “Yale, this movie is very important to me! I have to make sure it’s perfect! Or do you think my first time matters more than the career I love most?” In the next second, she tore off all her garments and climbed onto the young actor without hesitation. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were full of sorrow. “I’ll imagine Yarden is you. Then, it will be no different from being with you.” I watched them slowly prepare for the scene. I heard the clapboard snap as filming began. My face stayed blank as I made a phone call. “Blacklist Whitney and Yarden. Anyone who still hires them will be making an enemy of the Foster family.”

"Fuck, you're so tight for me," Ryder growled against my ear, his hips slamming forward in a deep, punishing thrust that made my back arch off the bed. I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he filled me completely, stretching me. "Harder... please..." He pinned my wrists above my head with one large hand, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. "You want it rough, baby? Then beg for it properly." My body trembled under him, slick and desperate. The words spilled out before I could stop them. "Please... Daddy... fuck me harder." A dark, satisfied rumble vibrated through his chest. He leaned down, teeth grazing my neck, voice low and filthy. "Good girl. Come all over Daddy's cock. Show me how much you need this.” *** On my wedding day, I caught my fiancé Dylan Voss and my step-sister Helene fucking each other in a room. Heartbroken and humiliated, I walked away from the altar. That's when Ryder Hawthorne—Dylan's powerful, ruthless stepfather—found me. He carried me to his penthouse, and in a haze of rage and need, I seduced him. We fucked like it was war: rough, and desperate. When Dylan walked in and saw me riding his stepdad—he felt betrayed and stormed out. I felt satisfied and vindicated. It was supposed to be one night. We were never supposed to see each other again. Until I desperately took a job at Hawthorne Prosperity Group to save my dying grandmother…and discovered Ryder was my new boss. One rough, forbidden encounter in his office, and he offered me to be his personal slut, in return he'd pay Gran's bills. I had no choice and accepted. Payback became obsession. My ex wants me back, but Ryder refuses to let go. Now I’m caught between revenge and surrender.

I spent two years drowning in guilt for an accident that wasn't my fault. Two years watching my husband transform into a monster who blamed me for the paralysis a drunk driver caused. Two years sacrificing pieces of myself for forgiveness I'd never earn. And then Adrian made one request that shattered what little dignity I had left. His birthday wish: Two weeks in Italy. His two best friends. My body. He wanted me to give them what he could no longer provide. I said yes because I didn't know how else to survive his threats, his manipulation, his systematic destruction of everything I used to be. What I didn't expect was how they'd look at me when I agreed—like I was cheap, disposable, exactly as worthless as I'd always believed. Matteo Greco touched me with hands that worshipped while his words cut deep, the Italian architect whose warmth turned ice-cold the moment I knocked on his door. Kian Ashford used me like I was nothing while his grey eyes promised I could be everything, the lawyer whose control shattered the same night mine did. They broke me completely. And broke their rules together with their hatred for eachother. Because Kian isn't just a lawyer—he's a Werewolf Alpha in a three-piece suit and a racer at night. Matteo isn't just an architect—he's a Lycan Alpha hiding behind Italian charm and motorcycle leather. And somehow this completely human woman triggered something in both of them that should be impossible. Mate bonds don't lie. But neither do the species that have been enemies for centuries. A dark paranormal romance that will leave you breathless, aching, and absolutely dripping. This is not a gentle love story...this is brutal, beautiful, and will wreck you in the best possible way.

"You don’t scare me, Llewellyn,” I lifted my chin as I spoke even though my pulse betrayed me. Cesare’s lips curved into a wicked smirk as he stepped closer and spoke in a husky murmur. “That’s the problem, Rose… maybe you should be. Because I’m done pretending I don’t want you. I’ll have you—whether you let me or not.” "But you’ve always hated me.” His fingers brushed my jaw, tilting my face up to his. I felt my skin tingle and goosebumps rising. “Hate? Sweetheart, I’ve never hated you. I’ve only wanted you so much it felt like war.” ~~~~~~~~~ Rosette Jenner had everything—wealth, beauty, and power. But all she wanted was love untainted by power. When she trades her real identity for a normal life with Blake, she thought she’d found it. She was wrong. Betrayed and left to die, she wakes up in the past, before her downfall. This time, she’ll reclaim everything they stole from her. She’ll rise as the Jenner heiress she was born to be. But as she walks the path of vengeance, an old nemesis returns, Cesare Llewellyn. Brilliant and merciless. This time, he isn’t just a rival, he’s an obsessive, morally gray force who wants her on his terms, while she’s consumed by vengeance and refuses to trust love again.