Final Fantasy Blonde Guy

เพราะอุบัติเหตุทำให้สองพี่น้องต้องมาผูกติดอยู่ด้วยกัน คนพี่ทำงานตัวเป็นเกลียวหาเลี้ยงน้องเพียงลำพัง ในขณะนั้นผู้ช่วยคนสนิทที่มีอายุเท่ากันก็ปรากฏตัวขึ้น อีกทั้งยังมีเพื่อนสนิทที่ไม่คิดเป็นแค่เพื่อน...

A guy, what comes to mind? The story of an arrogant man and about various sides of life. There are no definite words, only about Geri and Helwi and a free life. Freestyle is the lifestyle of a Geri. while being full of rules and soft-hearted is Helwi's character. So how does a Helwi who is a well-known college graduate have to marry Geri, a guy? Find the answer in the following story.

เขาเป็นรุ่นพี่ที่เธอไม่เคยเคารพ เป็นไอ้พี่ว้ากที่เธอโคตรเกลียด แต่ถึงจะเป็นอะไรมันก็ไม่หนักหนาเท่ากับสิ่งที่เขากำลังเป็นอยู่ตอนนี้หรอก สิ่งที่เธอเพิ่งจะรู้ เขา...เป็นเจ้าพ่อมาเฟีย เป็นเจ้าหนี้ เป็นเจ้าชีวิตเธอ !!! “แก้ผ้า” “ไม่!” “อยากให้แก้ให้?” “ไม่! บอกแล้วไงวะ ว่ายังไงกูก็ไม่ให้มึงเอาหรอกไอ้เหี้ย ไอ้มาเฟียโรคจิต!” “งั้นเลือกเอา ว่าจะให้ใครตายก่อน พ่อ แม่ หรือมึง”

“เธอไม่ใช่ตัวจริงของเขา... แต่เป็นแค่ตัวสำรองที่พี่สาวยกให้เขาไว้เล่นชั่วคราวเพียงเท่านั้น”

Jenny, a 17 years old teenager. Finds love in an unexpected place but what happens when her best friend and her falls in love with the same guy. Find out

"ฉันไม่เคยรักใคร ผู้หญิงทุกคนที่นอนกับฉันรู้ข้อนี้ดี!" กฎของเขาคือห้ามรัก ความผิดของเธอคือรักไปแล้ว เธอให้หัวใจเขาไปตั้งแต่ยังไม่รู้กฎ และในเมื่อแหกกฎตั้งแต่แรก จุดจบของมันคือต้องเจ็บ ต้องไป และต้องยอมให้เขาเหยียบย่ำหัวใจใช่รึเปล่า!

I died on the day I was supposed to marry Ryan Wolfe. When I didn’t show up on time, he angrily married his childhood sweetheart, Lorelei Floyd, instead, and publicly announced, “Alexis Harding cheated before our wedding and called it off herself!” The rumors crushed my mother, and she died from a heart attack right then and there. But Ryan seemed to have forgotten that he, in a fit of rage to defend Lorelei, slashed my arm and locked me in a basement for ten whole days. I begged him and pleaded for mercy, but all I got was his cold reply. “You’ll stay here for a while, so you can fully understand the pain you caused Lorelei. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll rid you of your wicked thoughts.” When he found my corpse, ravaged by maggots, he lost his mind.

"ทีฉันละสดีดสะดิ้ง ทีกับมันนี่แทบประเคนให้!" "บี!!" "มันเด็ดกว่าฉันหรือไง ห๊ะ!"

Edward and I held our engagement party in Las Vegas. Everything seemed perfect—until someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. One of Edward's female coworkers looked me straight in the eye. "I am pregnant. It is your fiancé's baby." Laughter burst out around us. Everyone thought it was a joke—except Edward. After the trip, we returned home. He looked uneasy. "I'm the father of Juliet's baby," he admitted. "Don't overthink it. We were on a business trip and got too drunk with a client. We accidentally spent the night together. "She is from a British aristocratic family. Reputation matters a lot to her. She will never marry me. She only wants to have the baby and raise it alone." "So what are you saying?" I asked. "I am the father. I have to take responsibility. I will stay in the apartment I rented for her and take care of her pregnancy on weekdays, and come home on weekends. "Our wedding will be delayed. We will get married after the baby is borned." I gave a small smile. So he had it all planned out. He was just here to inform me. He let out a sigh of relief, picked up his Rimowa suitcase, and walked out without looking back. I wiped the tears off my face and began packing away all the memories of our relationship. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. The voice on the other end sounded messy and emotional. "Margot, I freaking love you. Don't marry him. Marry me instead." I froze for a second, then replied, "Okay."

I was a sketch artist acting for the police. On a secret mission, I was discovered by a murderer. My eyes were gouged out, and my body was dismembered, unceremoniously dumped in a garbage bin. On the brink of death, I called my boyfriend, a criminal investigator. However, he hung up on me because he was busy accompanying his first love to a prenatal checkup. A few days later, he received a painting that was a vital clue to finding the murderer, but he thought I was playing tricks on him. In his anger, he tore that portrait to shreds. After he found out the truth, he spent the whole night searching through the garbage to piece it back together.