Franky Spy X Family

Ang life trial system na “If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It” ay sumabog sa eksena na parang isang naglalakbay na circus na nagpapangako ng magagandang bagay. Ang ideya ay plain. “Kung sa tingin mo ang buhay ng ibang tao ay magulo at tingin mo kaya mong mas gawin ito ng maganda, sige at patunayan mo. May reward na naghihintay kung magawa mo.” Bago ko mapagtanto, ang buong pamilya ko na tinuturing akong hanggal sa gitna ng palabas. Nandyan ang ina ko, nangangarap na gawin akong inahin. Ang asawa ko, na naglaan ng mga taon umiiwas sa nararapat na hati ng bigat ng pamilya. At ang anak kong lalaki, naaawa pag nakikita ako. Tinulak nila ako sa “judgement seat” na para bang kontrabida sa isang kwento. Bawat isa sa kanila ay sumumpa, sa pwesto ko, maayos nila ang buhay ko kaysa sa kaya ko. Ang pusta? Well, kung magawa nila ito, ang consciousness ko ay mabubura—mawawala, binura na parang pagkakamali sa chalkboard—at gagawin nilang personal na katulong. Dagdag pa dito, maglalakad sila palayo ng may isang milyong dolyar. Pero kung hindi nila magawa? Kung gayon ako ang siyang makakakuha ng tatlong milyong dolyar. Ngayon iyan ay pustahang kaabang abang, hindi ba?

My mother despised me because I was the unintended consequence of a one-night stand. She poured all her love and attention into her students, treating them as if they were her own flesh and blood. One day, when her favourite pupil confessed his feelings for me, she flew into a rage. She slapped me hard across the face and called me a whore. Years later, as Alzheimer's clouded her mind, she forgot I even existed, yet still remembered every single one of her precious students. The irony was that not one of them ever came to visit her in the nursing home. They all loathed her just as much as I did.

My twin sister died on her 18th birthday. She died of respiratory failure in a dark corner of a hotel after being raped. Her dearest friend, Joanne Lowe, whom she always cared for and supported, turned around and anonymously spread photos of my sister being raped. I then slowly ruined the face which had so badly wanted to replace my sister with a knife. With blood everywhere, I cradled Joanne's face as if it were a piece of art and said, "My beloved sister is gone, and you people who harmed her won't be let off so easily."

My mother is a forensic doctor. When she's at the market for some grocery shopping, she sees human flesh being sold at a butcher's stall. She calls the police before contacting my cousin to tell her to stay safe. Her friend reminds her to also pay attention to me, but my mother is scornful. "She can die out there for all I care. I never want to see her again!" She doesn't know that she's already seen me, though. She didn't recognize her daughter from the pile of flesh that's waiting for her examination.

When my family was at its poorest, a wealthy family found me and claimed that I was their real daughter. The school heartthrob I crushed on? He was my fiancé all along! Still reeling from all these surprises, a mysterious message suddenly popped up in front of me. "This is where everything changes. The cannon fodder is taken home by the female lead's parents, forced to drop out of school, and then gets pregnant by her fiancé. In the end, everyone thinks she's a harbringer of misfortune, and she's beaten to death." My hand froze as I held the paternity test results. My mom's eyes filled with tears as she took the report from me. "My poor child, you've suffered enough all these years! Don't worry. Just come home with us and rest. You're our daughter now. The family business is enough for you to live comfortably forever. You don't even need to take the SAT if you don't want to." The school heartthrob lowered his head and whispered sensually into my ear, "Listen to me, Lucia. Studying is hard. I'll take care of you from now on."

In the fifth year of my spiritual practice, my phone suddenly exploded with messages. [Aria, why aren't you replying? Are you really that petty?] Puzzled, I opened Messenger, and froze. My cousin, who never seemed to measure up to me and always went out of her way to oppose me, was getting married, and she expected me to attend. "Sorry, I've been busy lately. I won't be able to make it," I replied politely. However, my courteous response only fueled their ridicule. "Stop pretending! You haven't kept in touch with your family for years. Are you too embarrassed because your life is such a mess?" "She won't even come to her own cousin's wedding? How heartless!" "Let me guess, the real reason she can't come is she can't afford a wedding gift." One cutting remark after another appeared, until Betty Stewart stepped in, feigning concern. "Come on, don't be so harsh on Aria. We're family, after all." "If she's really struggling, I could ask my husband to help her get a cleaning job." Then she sent me the digital invitation, the gold lettering gleaming. When I saw the groom's name, my pupils constricted in shock. Joseph Clark? Wasn't he the short-lived husband who had spent three years sucking up to me just to extend his life?

My mom treated me like the dirt beneath her shoes but worshiped my cousin like a queen. Since I could walk, I had scrubbed clothes and cooked meals, but I would still be yelled at or smacked if I messed up. On the contrary, my cousin twirled in princess dresses and played the piano. She was cherished by my aunt and uncle like she was the center of their world. Then came the day everything changed. At my cousin's birthday party, my mom got drunk and spilled the secret—she switched me and my cousin at birth. It turned out that I wasn't her daughter; I was my aunt's daughter. I was over the moon. Finally, I thought I'd found my real family, people who might actually care about me. But when I told my aunt, she just smirked. "You think I didn't know? I don't want you. You'll never be my daughter." Her words hit me like a bucket of ice water. I couldn't understand. Why didn't anyone want me? But that day, I made a vow—I'd never beg for anyone's love again. Years later, when I got into Mayward University—the best educational institution in the country—I threw two DNA test reports on the table in front of them. For the first time, they both looked terrified.

ซ่อนรักซาตานเถื่อน วีxปลายฟ้า “เป็นชู้กับแฟนพี่สาวมันก็น่าตื่นเต้นดีนะเธอว่ามั๊ย” ผู้ชายคนนี้ยัดเยียดสถานะชู้และมอบความเจ็บปวดให้กับฉัน โดยไม่สนว่าสิ่งที่ตัวเองกำลังทำมันจะผิดหรือถูกขอแค่ได้ในสิ่งที่ตัวเองต้องการ ต่อให้เป็นวิธีที่เลวร้ายแค่ไหนผู้ชายคนนี้ก็ทำ และถึงแม้ฉันจะรู้ว่ามันผิดแต่สุดท้ายหัวใจของฉันมันก็ถลำลึก ไปรักแฟนของพี่สาวตัวเอง ฉันไม่สามารถรักผู้ชายที่เป็นของพี่สาวตัวเองได้ ฉันไม่อยากทำร้ายพี่สาวของตัวเอง “ฮึกทำไมพี่ถึงได้เลวขนาดนี้คะ” ผมเลวได้มากกว่าที่ผู้หญิงคนนี้คิดเพราะไม่ว่าผมจะต้องใช้วิธีสกปรกแค่ไหน ถ้ามันแลกกับการที่ผมจะได้เธอมาครอบครองผมก็จะทำ เพราะสำหรับผมผู้หญิงมันก็แค่ของเล่นที่เอาไว้รองรับอารมณ์ก็แค่นั้น ถึงใครจะมองว่าผมเลวแค่ไหนผมก็ไม่สน ช่วยไม่ได้ที่ยัยนี่ดันเข้ามาในชีวิตผมเอง ถ้าอยากจะโทษก็คงต้องโทษโชคชะตาที่ทำให้ผมกับเธอได้เจอกัน __________________________________________ *ขออนุญาติเจ้าของภาพ* ภาพที่นำมาใช้เป็นเพียงภาพประกอบบุคคลในภาพไม่มีส่วนเกี่ยวข้องใดๆกับนิยายเรื่องนี้ *นิยายเรื่องนี้มีเนื้อหารุนแรงโปรดใช้วิจารณญาณในการอ่าน*

"เลว ระยำ สำส่อน นี่คือนิยามของสิงห์หรือเxี้ยคะ?" คนหนึ่งรักมาก แต่อีกคน... มักมาก!  ​​​​​​เขาคือเซฟโซน คือ​สถานที่ปลอดภัย คือ​เกราะกำบัง คือหมอนนุ่มมีขนปุกปุยที่คอยใช้วงแขนอบอุ่นโอบกอดเธอในยามที่ปัญหาถาโถมใส่หรือกำลังประสบพบเจอกับสิ่งแย่ๆ

Lyra Mae Miracle considers her life perfect just as it is. Amazing friends, decent enough grades, the best family, and an annoying brother with his equally annoying friends. But when the past that she's worked so hard to forget comes back to bite her, she learns that her life is far from perfect. With a downhill spiral of her life, she finally learns to accept help from those who want to. She blocked people out because of her past, even if it was unconsciously. But she can't let the past take control of the present. So she's going to end everything. Set the line, and accept reality. All to obtain what she would most definitely consider, a perfect life. But nobody and nothing is perfect, and imperfections is what makes perfection. Perfectly imperfect.