Good Coffee

The day my mother-in-law discovered she had uterine cancer, she packed up and moved in to our home. “I don’t have much time left. I’m all out of hope!” she choked out. “You’d be cruel to kick me out. Show me some mercy!” I looked at my speechless husband, then at my beloved son I had raised with so much love and care. I asked them, "What do you guys think?" My husband silently made a grim expression and grabbed my arm. “How long are you going to hold on to that little incident that happened after Everett was born? Mom's already so sick." My son echoed his sentiment, “Grandma doesn't have much time left. Of course we have to take good care of her!" I smiled at them and said, “Alright. You guys can take care of her if you love her so much."

I endured hundreds of injections just to give Stanley Brighton a child. He was moved to tears and held me, promising that even if we couldn't have children, he would love only me. I diligently followed the doctor's advice and underwent treatment. The day I confirmed my pregnancy, I was so excited that I wanted to rush home and share the good news with Stanley. But what awaited me was unimaginable. Stanley and the female tenant we shared the apartment with were lying naked together in the bathroom, sharing an intimate bath. He was behind her, holding her close, his lips incessantly biting at her earlobes. "I'll give you as many children as you want! Ten, eight—whatever it takes! Just divorce her!" "Alright, just give me some time. I'll divorce her for sure!" Hearing their whispered entanglement, I turned away, stepping into the rain, determined to leave. I would disappear to a place where Stanley could never find me, not in this lifetime.

Three months after my husband, Josiah Erikson, disappears in a skiing accident, I spot him in a bar. He's laughing freely with an arm slung casually around his "best friend", Monica Jones' shoulders. "Good thing you came up with the idea. I'd almost forgotten what freedom feels like." One after another, his buddies clink glasses with him and ask about when he plans to reappear. He looks down and thinks about it before saying, "In a week. I'll show up once she's gone completely crazy searching for me." Standing in the shadows, I watch him savor his freedom, then call my friend who works at the state vital records office.

รวมเรื่องสั้นเผ็ดร้อน สนองความใคร่ ปลุกความหื่นในตัว เหมาะสำหรับผู้อ่านเฉพาะกลุ่มค่ะ ประเดิมเรื่องแรกเป็นเรื่องของเจ๊หมวยแม่ค้าข้าวแกงสุดแซบหม้ายผัวทิ้งกับธนา(ใหญ่)หนุ่ม นักศึกษาร้อนเงิน ข้าวแกงที่ว่าเผ็ดยังเด็ดไม่เท่าเจ๊หมวย เรื่องนี้เป็นเรื่องราวของ "ธนาหรือใหญ่" เด็กหนุ่มผู้มีฐานะทางบ้านยากจน ร้อนเงิน เขามีหน้าตาหล่อเหลาคมเข้มตามแบบฉบับหนุ่มใต้แดนสะตอ ธนาเดินทางมาเรียนมหาวิทยาลัยที่เมืองกรุง เขาพยายามทำทุกวิถีทางเพื่อลดค่าใช้จ่ายลง แล้วเขาก็พบกับวิธีที่ดีที่สุดคือ การเข้ามาเป็นลูกจ้างร้านข้าวแกงเจ๊หมวยหุ่นสุดแซบ ที่มีสวัสดิการ ให้ที่พักฟรี กินฟรี แล้วเขายังมีโอกาสได้ดู ได้เห็นอะไรฟรีฟรีอีกด้วย และนี่ก็เป็นจุดเริ่มต้นของประสบการณ์ใหม่ที่แสนตื่นเต้นของเขา

โดนแค่นี้ทำเป็นสำออย อย่าคิดว่าฉันพิศวาสนายนะ นายมันก็แค่เครื่องบำบัดความใคร่ตอนฉันเงี่ยนเท่านั้นแหละ จำใส่หัวนายไว้เลย ตั้งแต่นี้ต่อไปนายคือทาสของฉัน ฉันอยากทำตอนไหน เวลาไหน นายก็ต้องมานอนอ้าขาให้ฉันเอา

Moving on and asking herself why her fiancé didn't show up on their wedding, Callie decided to take another leap in life. After losing her mother and brother in a car accident, her work, her fiancé, working in a coffee shop in Canada's bustling street can be a good start. But just when she's about to begin another chapter of her life, a familiar scent annihilated her focus. Ethan, the boy next door, is starting to get into her nerves. She did everything just to keep him away from her but the more she tried to drift away from him, he's taking twofold steps to close the distance between them. Once a hater, Callie found herself embarking in a love affair with Ethan. Ngunit hanggang saan nga ba ang kakayanin ng kanilang pagmamahalan? Could Callie handle the truth about Ethan?

On the day we receive our bonus, one of the staff members of the finance department gives me 500 dollars worth of vouchers for the fast food restaurant downstairs. He tells me that my wife, Jillian Dunn, who is also the company's president, specifically ordered him to do so. In utter disbelief, I seek out Jillian and question her. "Didn't we agree that whoever secures the project will get a 50,000-dollar bonus? Stop messing around! I still need to pay for Freya's cochlear implant!" "I'm not messing around with you," Jillian answers seriously. "These vouchers can last you for a whole month. I wouldn't even give them to you if you were anyone else. "Money is tight right now at the company. Besides, Freya has been deaf for more than a decade now. She can survive being deaf for another decade." The next day, Jillian gives one of the interns a sports car that's worth 50,000 dollars. I look at the photo she uploads of her and the intern grinning widely as they sit in the car and give it a like. Jillian must assume that everything is proceeding smoothly since she has signed the contract. However, she misses the additional condition that's printed on the last page of the contract. I dial her rival's number, asking, "Ms. Swan, are you interested in Project Charlie?"

My son was caught in a car accident. My husband said that without a cornea donor, he would be trapped in darkness forever. Heartbroken, I let him sweet-talk me into signing away my corneas. Blind, I overheard my son gloating, "Dad, the plan worked. Mom fell for it, and Rachel's got her sight back. She won't be miserable anymore." "Yeah, now we're a real family with her," replied my husband. The truth gutted me. They'd played me like a fool to save my husband's old flame. When I confronted them, Rachel Huffman shoved me down a staircase, and I died in agony. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of my son's car accident.

I was dying soon. However, both of my childhood friends, who swore to protect me forever, did not realize that. It was because they were busy throwing a celebration party for their junior from the research lab. I went through hardships and got infected by this incurable virus to retrieve this special seaweed from the deep sea. However, that junior claimed that she was the one who got the seaweed! My childhood friends, whom I had known for decades, believed her. Due to their accusations, I became the evil senior who was taking credit for a junior’s work. I wanted to explain, but they said, “Mandy Smith is a good kid. Why would she lie?” “You’re busy playing tricks and acting like a pick-me girl instead of focusing on your research. Trust me, I’m going to get you removed by our supervisor.” After I was discharged from the hospital, I left the research lab and disappeared just like they wanted. However, they started to desperately look for me.

On the way back to work after the New Year, my wife Liana Corn and I got into a car accident. Opening my eyes again, I realized that we had returned to the time we just started dating. In our previous life, we were married for eight years. Life was good, but she refused to have any children. Later, I learned that she had always kept her childhood sweetheart in her heart. After our regression, I decided to set us both free. We both deleted each other's contacts without a word, stopped seeing each other, and became complete strangers. Eight years later, Liana became a top investor. At our class reunion, she made a high-profile announcement with her childhood sweetheart Serge Gibson. Seeing that I had come to the reunion alone, she teased me. "Ryan Carter, I know I'm attractive. You love me for two lifetimes and still can't let go, but you don't need to cling to me like this." I pretended not to hear and took my son by the hand. Liana's face instantly turned pale, her eyes bloodshot. "Didn't you say you'd love only me for life?" she demanded. "How can you have a son with someone else?!"