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4 ปี ก่อน เขามีความสัมพันธ์กับผู้หญิงคนหนึ่งเพราะความเข้าใจผิด 3 ปี ต่อมา เขาบังเอิญเจอเธออีกครั้ง พร้อมหนูน้อยหน้าตาน่ารักน่าชังผู้มีใบหน้าคล้ายคลึงกับเขา “ทำไมไม่บอกเรื่องลูกกับผม” “แล้วทำไมฉันต้องบอกคุณ” “ก็ผมเป็นคนทำให้เขาเกิดมา! หรือคุณลืมไปแล้ว...ว่าผมทำท่าไหนบ้าง ถึงมีเด็กคนนี้” ชายหนุ่มพูดพร้อมรอยยิ้มร้ายกาจพลางย่างกรายเข้าหาหญิงสาว “หรือเรามาลองทบทวนความทรงจำกันหน่อยเป็นไง”

My friend and I transmigrated into a melodramatic novel about a wealthy family. When the mission ended, I chose to leave. He fell for the obsessive female lead and chose to stay with her. Eight years later, the system told me that she had locked him in a mental hospital, and he had only three days left to live. When I rushed to him, he was tied to the bed. His eyes were dull, and he kept repeating my name. His crush, Sterling Group's CEO, was planning a grand wedding with the man she truly loved. I looked at my friend’s hands. They had once played the piano with grace. This time, they were covered in countless needle marks. “You came, I knew you would...” He mustered the last of his strength to look at me. “I was a fool. I thought staying by her side was the truest form of my love for her. “I never realized I was only a stepping stone in her path. “Take me home. I don’t want to die here...”

At first it was a contract, made to meet two ends but when she gets booted out by surprise, the best thing to do is to get a divorce, right? Wrong! Drake doesn’t want her gone, doesn’t want the baby and doesn’t want the divorce and yet doesn’t want to love her, so what can Valerie do? And when she tries to impose the divorce, he cruelly threatens the one thing that she cares about, a secret she thought she had hidden so well… if he can go to such lengths, what would he do when he finds out about a baby that wasn’t supposed to happen.

We all have an inspiration to live. We all have that one person who keeps us from fighting and moving. That someone who keeps our heart beating. That someone who keeps on giving us a blissful morning. But what if one morning while laying in the dark, the person you loved the most is the person you can't remember anymore? Fall Navarez never thought that this day would come. Never did he think of losing the memories of that someone in his head. Later did he realize, he came up with a question: "Who's Grace?" There's a lot of variations in their testimonies. Some have scarlet threads attached. Some had loose strings which means a dead end. Fall Navarez didn't know what story he had to believe. He wanted to believe them all, but every person he asked, died the day after. "Grace is your girlfriend, Fall." "Hell no! Grace is your wife." "That would be gross, but I only know was that Grace is your sister." "Oh my God, you really don't know, do you? Grace is your f*ckin' psychologist!" Why would Fall had a psychologist, assuming that Grace is indeed one? "You're hell-bent, Fall! You're crazy!" "Who's Grace?! Answer now or I'll f*cking kill you!" He smirked. "As you did to your mother?" he held his tongue and spit saliva at Fall. "Hell yeah! YOU KILLED YOUR F*CKING MOTHER!" Maybe there's someone who's deceiving. Maybe someone had asked them to deceive Fall! But wait, where was the lie? To the you-killed-Grace part or the Grace-is-your-mother part? Hmm, did Grace really fall from grace? "Put the gun in your mouth. . . pull the trigger." FALL FROM GRACE by ANONYGLITCH

หญิงสาวปล่อยตัวปล่อยใจให้เพื่อนสนิทของพี่ชาย...เพราะความรู้สึกที่อยู่ในใจ แม้เธอจะรู้ว่าเขาไม่ได้รักเธอเลยก็ตาม... ชายหนุ่มเอ็นดูน้องสาวของเพื่อนสนิทอย่างบริสุทธิ์ใจ...จนวันหนึ่งกลับรู้ว่าในท้องของเธอมีลูกเขาอยู่ "ลินท้องกับใคร!!" "ละ..ลินไม่รู้" หญิงสาวเลือกที่จะโกหกออกไป "จะไม่รู้ได้ยังไง เธอสำส่อนขนาดนั้นเลยเหรอ นลิน"

“I’ll never marry a whore like you” William said holding Sandra my step sister close to him. Her winning smirk was sickening. “I can explain“ I tried to reason with him but he cut me off. “Leave!!!”his voice boomed, my heart sank to my stomach. Sandra stepped closer to me pouring a glass of champagne on me. “Didn’t you hear you whore…leave.” My whole world shattered on my wedding day. Isabella is ready and happy to marry the love of her life William but her evil step mother and sister have other plans for her. They ruin her life and wedding and she has finally had enough. She cuts herself off from her family. She meets the father of her child and is scared to start a new family with him since her old one failed so miserably.Will she finally be able to move on or keep tying herself down to her old family?

มันเป็นเพียงเซ็กซ์ที่ไร้ความหมายและไม่มีความคาดหวังใดๆ หัสวีร์ นักธุรกิจหนุ่มผู้เพียบพร้อมไปด้วยหน้าที่การงานและเงินทอง ทว่าชีวิตของเขากลับไม่เคยนึกถึงการแต่งงานหรือสร้างครอบครัวไม่ว่าจะคบหาดูใจกับใครก็ตาม เวนิส เจ้าของร้านดอกไม้ที่เดิมทีเป็นคนโรแมนติกและอินกับความรัก ทว่าหลังจากเลิกรากับหัสวีร์ นิสัยของเธอกลับเปลี่ยนเป็นคนละคน ความสัมพันธ์แบบคู่รักจบลงแล้ว แต่ทั้งสองกลับยังคงสานต่อในสถานะคู่นอน… “เราเข้ากันได้ดีเสมอ คุณว่ามั้ยเวย์?” ชายหนุ่มปริปากถามขณะฟุบใบหน้าลงบนทรวงอกอวบอิ่มของคนใต้ร่างอย่างหมดแรง “คุณต้องดอกจันไว้ด้วยค่ะ ฮอตช์ ว่าเฉพาะเรื่องนี้เท่านั้น” “คุณพูดอย่างกับไม่รักผมแล้ว” “คุณอย่าได้แม้แต่จะพูดคำสูงส่งอย่างคำว่า รัก ออกมาเลยค่ะ มันไม่เหมาะกับคนที่รู้จักแต่ความใคร่อย่างคุณหรอก”

You are nothing but a tool” Philip growled in her ear. Goosebumps rose up her arms as she fought back the tears. “Why are you doing this to me?” She asked with a small voice staring at her best friend across the room who was trying to conceal her smirk. “I can do whatever I want because I am the alpha!” his boomed across the entire room.... Anastasia has to decide her fate. She discovers the purpose she is mated to Alpha Philip; bring prosperity to the pack. She is reduced to nothing but a tool as a rare white wolf. Betrayed by the only family she has ever known she is confused and alone. She breaks free before it can ever happen but fate has other plans for her by making her cross paths with her one true mate. As they try to deny fate so many obstacles fall in their path, will Anastasia accept these feelings of hers? Or will she go against fate with her newly found freedom?

Amanda's life came crashing when she caught her husband cheating on her, worse was her family was in full support of her husbands actions and even arranged her step sister to him. Amanda was enraged, she didn't know how to get back at them for their betrayal and to stabilize her mother's company until she met Lucas who was willing to help her with whatever she needed. The only catch was, she has to marry him. Amanda goes all in with her exhusbands rival, but as times goes on feelings start to get attached. Would they stick together after all that has been said and done? Would the secret Lucas has kept so dearly destroy his newly found relationship?

Around the seventh month of my pregnancy, I overheard a conversation between my mate, Zane Andrews, and Ciara Phillips, the she-wolf I had taken in out of compassion after her family was brutally slaughtered by rogues. In a sultry, flirtatious tone, Ciara purred, “Zane, my love, if your wife discovers that the fertilized egg I planted in her womb isn’t truly hers by blood, she’ll be devastated—perhaps to the point of despairing suicide, don’t you think?” Zane snorted, his voice dripping with disdain at the mention of me. “It’ll work for us if she simply dies from heartbreak. Damn it. I can’t shake the worry that she might sever our bond and leave me with nothing. Let’s keep this under wraps until our child inherits all her assets. Only then will we reveal the bombshell, plunging her into darkness.” Ciara giggled, praising Zane for his cunning. My claws itched to lash out, but I held back, knowing the time for confrontation wasn’t yet. My heart sank as their betrayal cut deep. Years ago, I had defied my pack elders’ warnings about Ciara being a potential threat, taking her in and grooming her into our pack's doctor, funding her education out of sheer empathy. Now, I regretted every moment of my kindness. To think that my mate, who had once begged for my protection for his fragile pack, had the audacity to betray me. If not for my support, his pathetic pack would have crumbled long ago, leaving him nursing his wounds in a dark corner, fretting over survival. After a long moment of contemplation, I made my decision. I would feign ignorance to their schemes and play along by giving birth to Ciara’s baby. Two decades passed. Ciara’s child grew up, bearing the name Simon Andrews. Aware of their treachery, I still transferred all my assets to him. Once the paperwork was completed, Ciara boldly approached me in front of the entire pack, a maternity DNA test in hand. With a smug smile, she declared, “Leia Holland, look at this! I am Simon’s biological mother. Leave h