Final Fantasy X Strategy Guide

“ฉันก็แค่อยากช่วยเพื่อนให้ห่างจากผู้หญิงแบบเธอ” “ผู้หญิงแบบฉันมันเป็นยังไง” “ก็อยากได้ผัวของคนอื่นไง!!!”

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

Thor and I grew up together—we were the definition of childhood sweethearts. We'd promised to attend the same university, graduate, and marry right after senior year. Everyone envied us. They said we were a perfect match, destined for a lifetime together. And I believed that too. I truly thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him. Until the final semester of our senior year in high school, when a new transfer student named Lina joined our class. At first, the two barely spoke. But as they grew familiar, their bond deepened in ways I could no longer ignore. He started staying after school to tutor her, bringing her breakfast every morning. When she was upset, he'd take her for a drive along the coast. If she craved Italian steak, he'd have fresh cuts flown in. Even during her period, he'd quietly prepare everything she needed. I was furious. I confronted him, argued with him, and even threatened to break up. The first time I said it, he thought I was joking and coaxed me out of my anger. The second time, he dismissed it as another tantrum and tried different ways to please me. The third time, he broke down—standing outside my house in the pouring rain all night, half kneeling before me, begging for forgiveness. Again and again, I tried to leave, and every time, he refused to let me go. Yet with each reconciliation, something in him shifted. He started taking me for granted, assuming I would always come back. His patience wore thin. His apologies turned perfunctory. Even when he came to make peace, there was no sincerity left in his voice. So I said it for the hundredth time, and that was the last. That was the moment I finally gave up on him.

Feeling overwhelmed by loneliness, I installed a one-way mirror in the bedroom of the apartment next door, which I specifically rent out to muscular men. One day, through the mirror on the wall, I watched my tenant with his girlfriend, caught up in their fiery passion. I couldn't help but be drawn to his strong physique and impressive size. One day, I pulled him into a small, dimly lit cubicle with me...

‘ใบไม้’...ผู้ชายชื่อ ‘ไคล์’ เขาเกิดมาเพื่อเป็นของฉัน! ฉะนั้นไม่ว่าใครหน้าไหนก็ไม่มีวันได้เขาไปเด็ดขาด! ‘เจแปน’...ความฝันสูงสุดคือการได้เป็นแอร์ชั้นเฟิร์สคลาส แต่ได้รูทบินต่างประเทศไม่ทันไร ก็ตกกระไดพลอยโจนใช้รหัสลับรหัสสวาทกับ ‘กัปตันต้นไม้’ เข้า และเขาก็ใช้รหัสนี้เพื่อขู่ให้เธอเป็นของเขา! _________________________ มือเล็กปัดป่ายตามผนังห้องน้ำพัลวัน เพราะกระโปรงทรงเอตัวสั้นกำลังถูกเขาถกขึ้นเหนือบั้นท้าย ยิ่งไปกว่านั้น..แอร์สาวเธอกำลังเจอกับแรงสั่นสะเทือนหลายริกเตอร์เกินจะต้านไหว เธอเกือบหลุดส่งเสียงออกไปอยู่หลายครั้ง "อย่าเสียงดัง!" ริมฝีปากบางปิดสนิททันทีเมื่อถูกสั่ง เธอได้แต่ส่ายหน้าไปมาอย่างทรมาน จนผมเผ้าที่ถูกรวบตึงเป็นทางการนั้นเริ่มยุ่งเหยิง แรงดันอากาศที่ว่าน้อย กับเสียงเครื่องที่ดัง ไม่เท่ากับเสียงกระเส่าจากริมฝีปากบางๆของเธอ ไม่น่าหลุดพูดรหัสลับออกไปเลย ไม่น่าเลยจริงๆ!

(Witchita Series #1) On the evening of Santacruzan, I met Gideon, the consort of my life. Months later, we grew closer to each other, but then... he found out about the bet and we split up. Weeks after our breakup, he confronted and told me, “Panagutan mo ako... Buntis ako," and I was like, “Gago ka ba?” Days after my family revealed our biggest secrets, I made up my list. To do: 1. Get to know more about my family's identity, history, and special ability (especially in dealing with a pregnant male partner!) 2. Master my family's craft — witchcraft. 3. Attend to Deon's needs, assist, and take care of him. 4. Protect and keep him away from his pack for nine months (or else our child's gonna get killed because Deon's a son of an alpha b*tch!) 5. Plan about our child's financial support and our parental setup. 6. Make sure that the whole pregnancy experience will be tolerable for the first-time mommy (or pappy or whatsoever, I don't really know what to call him, geez...) 7. The child should stay with my family after Deon gave birth because he or she belongs to us, to the kind who needs to keep hiding. 8. And the most important thing to do, love my child with all my heart, mind, and Witchita soul. I am Angie Lou Pereira, a Witchita, and this is my guide to successful parenting.

เมื่อหนุ่มฮอตอย่างเขาโดนเธอหักอก วันหนึ่งเมื่อเธอตกอับเขาเลยต้องเอาคืน "อย่างเธอก็เป็นได้แค่ของเล่นเท่านั้นแหละ"

อยู่ดีๆก็ดันมีคู่หมั้นเฉย ไม่ได้ๆฉันยังไม่อยากมีใครในตอนนี้เธอจึงรีบหาทางบ่ายเบี่ยงและหาทางหลีกเลี่ยงอย่างเต็มที่ จะให้ใครที่ไหนก็ไม่รู้มาเป็นคู่หมั้น ไม่ยอม เธอไม่ยอม คู่หมั้นของเธอต้องเป็นคนที่เธอรักเท่านั้น เจอกันครั้งแรกด้วยเรื่องอุบัติเหตุ หมอนั่นมาชนท้ายรถสุดหวงคันโปรดของเธอ แถมมันเกิดจากความบ้ากามของเขากับยัยผู้หญิงอกบึ้มคนนั้น คงทำเรื่องอย่างว่ากันในรถสินะ

The world snapped back into focus, the memories of my brutal end crashing into the present. I was back—right here, right now, the exact moment Jarrold Jameson was trying to hand me that obscenely expensive purse. In my past life, he'd had a nasty fight with his precious Cindy Mayford. To make her jealous, he decided to use me as his pawn. I'd been stupid enough to love him once, but my pride had revolted. I'd refused to be a stand-in. It didn't matter. He kept engineering "accidental" run-ins, crafting one public misunderstanding after another, all to get a reaction from Cindy. I had done nothing wrong. I gained nothing. But I became Cindy's enemy. Her jealousy festered until it turned lethal. She had me kidnapped. The men she hired left my body shattered and broken. And Jarrold? He held his sobbing darling close and whispered those unforgettable words, "She got what she deserved." In the end, they stepped right over what was left of me and walked off into their picture-perfect life. Now, staring into his smug face, a cold clarity settled over me. This time, everything would be different. I snatched the handbag from his grasp. "A present for me?" I asked, my voice sweet, a sharp, calculated smile on my lips. "I love it. But just so you know, for next time… I've always preferred the classic design from her family's brand. That's the one you should be buying me."

In a world ruled by power and deception, a formidable woman stands at the top of an empire built on strategy and silence. Feared for her intelligence and admired for her composure, she controls every move—until an unexpected betrayal threatens everything she has worked for. As hidden enemies emerge and trust begins to crumble, she is forced into a dangerous game of manipulation and survival. But she has never entered a battle unprepared. When the final move is made, only one will remain standing.