Game Of Thrones Chapter By Chapter

หลังฟื้นขึ้นจากอุบัติเหตุทางรถยนต์ที่ทำให้เขาเกือบเอาชีวิตไม่รอด เพลย์บอยนักท่องราตรีผู้อื้อฉาวระดับประเทศอย่างเขาก็เลยต้องมานั่งเซ็ง นั่งเบื่อ และหมดอาลัยตายอยากอยู่กับบ้าน มิหนำซ้ำพยาบาลพิเศษแต่ละคนที่ทางบ้านหามาดูแลก็ไม่มีอะไรที่มันเจริญตาเจริญใจเอาเสียเลย แต่แล้วเขาก็ต้องเปลี่ยนความคิดเมื่อโชคชะตาบันดาลให้เจ้าแว่นที่เป็นต้นเหตุของทุกเรื่องเดินเข้ามา ‘สมัครงาน’ ด้วยตัวเอง! กาโตะ เด็กจบใหม่แค่อยากได้งานทำ กลับกลายเป็นภาระใหญ่หลวงให้สูญสิ้นอิสรภาพ ด้วยเงื่อนไขทำงานใกล้ชิดนายหนุ่มโรคจิต ผู้ต้องการดูดดื่มน้ำกามทุกค่ำคืน เขาจึงถลำตัวลิ้มรสเซ็กซ์อันตราย แต่แทนที่จะจบ แต่มันกลับเป็นจุดเริ่มต้นตัณหาต้องห้าม คุณชายพีรเทพ คือผู้มีอำนาจเงินไร้ขีดจำกัด เขาคือนายเหนือหัว เพียงวินาทีแรกที่เจ้าเด็กแว่นมาสมัครงาน เขาก็ต้องการ อยากจะเห็นใบหน้าใสซื่อของเจ้านั่นบิดเบี้ยวด้วยแรงใคร่ร้อนแรง ***คำเตือน*** นิยายเรื่องนี้เป็นนิยาย PWP สำนวนดิบเถื่อน ❌ไม่เหมาะสำหรับผู้อ่านที่มีอายุต่ำกว่า 18 ปี ❌มีฉาก 3P ❌เรื่องทุกเรื่องเป็นเรื่องแต่ง ไม่มีตัวละครอยู่จริง โปรดใช้วิจารณญาณในการอ่าน

Wolfless, with her Alpha father on his death bed, Emily found herself betrayed by her ex-boyfriend and her Stepmother. But then Emily has a one-night stand with a stranger, she finds out he is a powerful werewolf who wants Emily for his mate...and revenge on someone they both have scores to settle with.

She was an outcast in her own home, the weakest of any supernatural being. She was neither a werewolf, witch, nor vampire, yet she lived amongst them. She was bullied by everyone, including her family, and finally banished into the human world as she was seen as a disgrace to supernatural beings. Cruella had hoped her life would change for the better outside Greenville, but it only took a wild turn. Betrayed by her human friends and left to die in a burning building, she cursed the moon goddess and every other goddess for giving her such cruel faith. To everyone, she had died in the fire, but instead, she rose from the ashes to put her enemies to the ground. Not only did she discover her true origin, she also discovered her powers. She was no ordinary being, but the strongest of them all. A Tribrid, prophesied to save Greenville, but now she knows only one word: vengeance! Vengeance on everyone who hurt her in the past, including the human she had fallen in love with But to acquire this, there's a price—one she's not willing to pay. What could it be? Will she go through with it or remain a weak outcast forever? Will she accept being the savior of Greenville or burn it to the ground?

Pinakasalan ni Stella si Charles sa tulong ng abuelo nito dahil sa pagmamahal. Lahat ay gagawin niya upang mahalin din siya ng binata. Naging makasarili siya at inagaw ito sa babaing tunay nitong mahal.Sa loob ng tatlong taon, ang akala niya ay nagkaroon na siya ng puwang sa puso ng asawa. Ngunit lahat ng sakripisyo at pagpababa sa pagkatao ay hindi nagbunga ng maganda. Matapos pirmahan ang divorce paper, umalis siyang baon sa puso ang lungkot at saya.Sa paglipas ng panahon, her true identity was exposed. But her soft heart was totally gone. Sa muling pagtatagpo ng kanilang landas, maibabalik pa ba ang dating Stella?

Irabella's twin sister Isabella stole the one thing that should have been sacred: her fated mate. Forced by her parents to hide her bond and watch as Alpha Daemon married Isabella, Irabella was exiled for five years after Isabella framed her for attempted murder. Now she's back, and the mate bond she thought would fade has only grown stronger. Daemon feels an inexplicable pull to his wife's sister but doesn't understand why. As forbidden attraction ignites between them, secrets begin to unravel. When the truth comes to light, Daemon must choose between the wife he thought was his mate and the woman who actually is. But can Irabella forgive the man who believed the lies and cast her out? And can their bond survive the betrayal that tore them apart?

I thought my life was already a disaster— In my father's eyes, only my perfect sister mattered. I was always the forgotten second daughter. My sole comfort was my upcoming wedding to the man I loved. Until the night before my wedding, when everything changed. "You're going to take your sister's place and marry the most dangerous mafia don in New York." I had to pretend to be my sister and fool a man who could end my life without hesitation. Most importantly, a car accident two years ago had left him blind and wheelchair-bound. He couldn't even make love, yet he demanded I bear him an heir. However, when I'm straddling his powerful thighs, when he takes me night after night and fills me so completely that I'm left trembling and breathless... my legs give out beneath me. I'm the one who's truly powerless. The disability and blindness were all part of his elaborate deception. When my sister returned, filled with regret and determined to expose my identity and reclaim him, I thought I would lose my life for deceiving the mafia don. "You thought you could deceive the devil himself? You've been mine since that first night." His fingers find places that make me arch and beg. His mouth claims every inch of my skin. His touch fills me so completely I forget my own name.

He has made it crystal clear that I’m not to call him ‘boss’ except on certain occasions, like right now, when his dominating gaze carries a hint of playfulness. I can’t help but smile every time he gets like this, all lovey-dovey, but when he whispers in my ears asking me to go on an adventure with him, it is like an invitation to a forbidden feast and the thought sends a shiver down my spine which unlike you would think, is almost painful. Maybe this is because I have been on an adventure with him for as far as I want to recollect. My memories, if you peeked inside, would be overflowing with every moment with him, each one a brushstroke painted with his boldness and my, well, let’s call it a touch of recklessness. I now wear a souvenir, a mark etched onto my soul. It’s like a silent agreement, a reminder that our fates are tangled, intertwined like climbing vines. He’s the puppet master, my very own Mr. Strings, and every twist and turn of his whims gets woven into the fabric of my being. Maybe you find that hard to believe, like something out of a fairytale. But trust me, my darling, as I unravel the threads of our adventure, one by one, you’ll understand. With each turn and twist, you’ll find yourself hooked, a willing captive in the captivating narrative of our lives, possibly harnessed in the labyrinth of our love, where danger dances with delight, and fate is etched in the footprints of a love like no other. So buckle up, dear reader, for this isn’t a mere tale, it’s a thrill ride, a love song made of equal parts fear and freedom.

"Who is she?" My voice came out weak, foreign to my own ears. I despised the way it sounded--like a scared child-and I hated how he made me feel so small, so powerless. He let his breath out in a noisy sigh-a low, suffering sound, as if he was putting up with something beneath him. "Are we really doing this?" His voice was low now, tined with irritation. "It's not what you think. And even if it was, what are you going to do about it? You blind bat?" I froze, as tears slid down my face. I was just blind to him. A burden.

“Andronikos, stop,” I said, not meaning it one bit. “Stop?” he echoed, his breath hot against my skin, eyes like molten silver. “Tell me to stop again, Adira. Say the word, and I’ll walk away.” Silence. Neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke. Then I broke. He was supposed to ruin her. She was supposed to hate him. But when blood, secrets, and obsession collide, Andronikos Karas finds himself torn between vengeance and the woman who’s slowly setting his world on fire. Adira Abara knows she should run. He’s dangerous, unhinged, and he's a literal warning sign. But when desire turns lethal and the truth threatens to destroy them both, can she resist the man who was never meant to love her? One thing is certain: Andronikos will stop at nothing to claim both his justice... and the woman who’s become his greatest weakness.

After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots. The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way. I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love. Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw the long stick, you can only blame your bad luck." So I began practicing every day, shaking the box diligently, over and over, in hopes that one day, it would help me earn my parents' love. Unfortunately, for ten years, I never once drew the long stick. Until my birthday. Asher wanted to go to the amusement park, and Mom once again told us to decide by drawing lots. I secretly glued the two short sticks together and handed them to Mom, hoping to keep her with me. She slapped me hard across the face, screaming that I was cheating and disobedient. Then she stormed out of the house with Asher. When I fell to the ground, the short stick stabbed deep into my neck. 'I'm sorry, Mom. Next time, I'll work harder. Next time, I'll definitely draw the long stick.'