Female Superheroes X Male Reader Lemon

A car accident left me with severe brain injuries. I was left hanging by a thread. My wife, a renowned medical genius, personally operated on me for 18 consecutive hours, pulling me back from death's grasp. Yet, the first words I said to her after waking up were, "Grace, I want a divorce." Her eyes were filled with tears. "Derek, I just saved your life, and now, you want to leave me? Is it because I've been too busy at the hospital? Because I haven't spent enough time with you?" I frowned. "It's exactly because you saved me that I want this divorce. I won't let you sacrifice your reputation for me." The family elders tried to reason with me. "Grace is such a wonderful wife. She takes care of everything and loves you deeply. Why insist on a divorce? Why throw away such happiness?" No matter who approached me, I dismissed them with the same response. "If you think she's so perfect, then she'll be available once we're divorced." The elders were furious. "Fine! Get your divorce! But don't come crying to us when you regret it!" I whispered under my breath, "The only thing I regret is not divorcing her sooner."

My wife transplanted the donor heart I had waited for two years for to the fake heir, Sean Morgan. The doctor said I only had one week left to live, so I decided to freeze my body. I donated my body to Sean's lab. On the day I signed the donation letter, my daughter threw herself into my arms and said I had finally made up with her uncle. My parents praised me for finally understanding the deep bond and mutual support between brothers. My wife said with relief, "You've finally let go of your grudges and become an understanding person." I smiled gently. "Yes, this time I’ve really learned my lesson. I will return the status of the Morgan family heir to Sean and fulfill your wishes.”

เขาขีดเส้นกั้น ให้สถานะเธอเป็นแค่ ‘น้องสาว’ ทว่าเธอกลับคิดกับเขา มากกว่าคำว่า ‘พี่ชาย’ เมื่อลูกสาวเพื่อนสนิทของผู้เป็นแม่ใฝ่ฝันอยากเข้าเรียนมหาวิทยาลัยคณะเดียวกัน ทำให้ “พัตเตอร์” หนุ่มหล่อสาขาวิศวกรรมคอมพิวเตอร์ปี 2 ต้องมารับบทพี่ชายจำเป็น แต่ทว่า “ไอติม” นักเรียนชั้นมัธยมปลาย สาวสวยใบหน้าจิ้มลิ้ม กลับหมายมั่นว่าจะจีบพี่ชายคนนี้เป็นแฟนให้ได้ คนที่ไม่เคยสนใจเรื่องความรัก แต่กลับมียัยเตี้ยมาคอยวนเวียนอยู่ใกล้ ๆ จะยังคิดกับเธอแค่น้องสาวแน่หรือ ----- นิยายเรื่องนี้ จัดอยู่ในเซต "ตระกูล เดอคามีย์" มีด้วยกันทั้งหมด 3 เรื่องนะคะ สนุก ครบรส ไม่มีนอกกายนอกใจ 1. แค่เด็กเลี้ยงของมาคัส (มาคัสxพระพาย) รุ่นพ่อแม่ 2. อ่อยรักพี่พัตเตอร์ (พัตเตอร์xไอติม) 3. สัมพันธ์ลับของมายู (โปรดxมายู) พี่สาวฝาแฝดของพัตเตอร์

[ ภาคิน x ลูกพีช ] เพราะความรักที่มากเกินพอดีจึงทำให้ "ภาคิน" ต้องการที่จะครอบครอง "ลูกพีช" ไว้เพียงคนเดียว โดยที่เขาไม่รู้เลยว่าความรักของเขาสร้างความทุกข์ให้กับคนที่ได้รับมากแค่ไหน และถ้าวันหนึ่ง...เธอไม่อยากที่จะทนกับเขาอีกแล้ว "พีชว่าเราลองถอยคนละก้าวก่อนดีไหม มันคงจะดีกว่าถ้าเราได้ทบทวนอะไรๆ มากกว่านี้" "หมายความว่ายังไง" "พีชเหนื่อย และพีชคิดว่าเราไม่...อึก!" "คิดดีแล้วใช่ไหมที่พูดคำนี้ออกมา..." "...เธอก็น่าจะรู้นะว่าฉันไม่มีทางปล่อยเธอไปง่ายๆ" สำหรับ "ล่ามรัก" จะประกอบไปด้วยเรื่องราวของ 2 คู่ ได้แก่ 1.Chained Love ล่ามรัก [ภาคิน x ลูกพีช] 2.Chained Love ล่ามรัก 2 [พิชญ์ x มัดหวาย] โดยตัวละครจะมีความเกี่ยวข้องกันคือ 'พิชญ์' และ 'ลูกพีช' เป็นพี่น้องกันค่ะ

Atasha Quinn thought she had a perfectly planned life not until a promise from the past hunts her down. Atasha has one goal in life and that is to become a well-known neurosurgeon but when Conrad Sawyer appeared in the picture her dreams came crashing down because Conrad made her realize that her life is full of lies. Atasha refused to accept her written fate but no matter how hard she tries to deny she can't change the fact that she is bound to marry Conrad, a ruthless Mafia who messed up everything. Atasha was forced to live in a world where she was told what to do but when secrets from the past unveils she found the strength to fight and get her sweetest revenge. Will love sprout when one's heart is filled with hate and pain?

For six years after their marriage, Miranda Stone devoted herself wholeheartedly to being Mrs. Gibson. She only found out later that while he was abroad, Felix Gibson had been secretly keeping his first love by his side. Miranda had once believed that even the coldest heart would eventually warm if she just loved hard enough. But that belief shattered the day his beloved first love won an international award and threw a lavish celebration—while their daughter was being wheeled into a freezing cold operating room. That was the moment Miranda finally woke up. She took back her worthless love, filed for divorce, and walked away with her daughter without ever looking back. Once she picked up her career again, the woman who used to be a stay-at-home wife transformed into one of the most sought-after experts in the medical field. Her research papers were published in top international journals. Her breakthroughs won prestigious awards across countries. When she stepped back into the spotlight, glowing with confidence and ready to give herself another chance at happiness, the man who had always held himself above everyone else—so composed and restrained—finally broke. He lost it completely. His eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse with desperation. He dropped to his knees in front of her, pleading like a man who had lost everything. “Mira, please don’t leave me.”

My wife is the daughter of a top jewelry tycoon. She accused me of pushing her mother down the stairs to steal the family fortune and had me thrown in prison. While I was locked up, her people disfigured my face and crushed my hands—the same hands that once played the piano. After my release, I run from her like a madman. Just like she said I would, I give up and start mooching off a wealthy woman. But then, she clings to me and begs me not to leave.

My girlfriend, Elsa Smith, always avoided meeting my parents. Yet, she had no trouble turning around and playing the role of her ex-boyfriend Leo Quinn’s fiancée, happily meeting his relatives instead. And the meeting took place in the apartment I had prepared for us to live in after the wedding. What she did not realize was that I happened to be Leo’s distant cousin. She pretended not to know me and clung sweetly to Leo, saying, "This apartment was bought by my hubby, fully paid for." All the relatives were praising them as a loving couple. To keep me from exposing her, Elsa came over to warn me, "I’m just helping a friend deal with marriage pressure. If you mess this up, we’re done." So, I sincerely offered my congratulations. "Since Leo and I seem to have the same taste in houses and women, I’ve got some wedding supplies that I’m sure he’ll like. I’ll gift them to you both." That was when Elsa finally started to panic.

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.

After three years of marriage, I believed I had the perfect family. My wife, Sarah, was gentle and caring, and our son was bright and adorable. On a rare day when I finished work early, I arrived home to find Sarah asleep, slumped tiredly by the crib. My heart went out to her, and I decided to carry her to our bedroom. As I approached, Sarah's phone screen suddenly lit up. A message appeared: “Sarah, is our son asleep?"