Gyeong-su Death

Dahlia Amelia was a frustrated Aspiring Writer that her work was claim and plagiarized by a well-known Author, Yuki. The One Who Own the Deadly Glance, was hit for almost three months and become the best seller that earn a billion dollar. Several famous entertainment industry offer the publisher to adapt the novel into a film. Even makes Dahlia more frustrated. No one believe that she is the one who wrote it. She was offered to become a script writer instead to her own masterpiece. Drayzen Storm was the only living Dragon shift-shifter for a hundred decades. He was curious how the writer find his identity as the novel used his real name. Reader and viewr was aware that the novel was all imagination made. But Yuki died in hand of Drayzen as the writer of the said Novel. Dahlia was about to witness the devious event, yet she choose to ignore them and even cry at Drayzen how frustrated she is not to fight her right on her own work. Drayzen find out that she was the real writer. After a month Dahlia find out that she was pregnant with Dryzen Child.

((( Julius POV’s )))Napabangon ako dahil sa bungangang yun. Tinignan ko yung babae.“Huwag kang lalapit sa akin!” Bigla akong ngumit at natawa sa sarili ko. Kung gano'n ang babaeng 'to ay walang iba kundi si Janine.“Seems I have a “good” Morning. Good morning Janine.”Bigla akong pinaghahampas ng unan ni Janine. Ewan parang ang saya eh. Nakalapit ako sa kanya. Pinigilan ko ang kamay niya saka hinila ko siya palapit sa akin.“Bitiwan mo ako Julius!” Hinalikan ko siya sa noo. Natigilan siya sa kakapalag.“Now, your mine.” Saka ko siya hinalikan sa labi.Bakas sa mukha niya ang pagkagulat. Kaya bigla niya akong sinampal. Ngumiti lang ako bilang tugon...“I know. I deserve it.” At muli ko siyang hinalikan.“Julius! Gumising ka nga!” At pinagsasampal ako ni Janine, magkabilaang pisngi. Pinigilan ko ang kamay niya.“Gising na gising ako. Gusto mo pa?” Pak!Aww...yun ang masakit.“Di ako nakikipaglokohan sa'yo!” Ngumiti ako.“Sa tingin mo niloloko kita?”“Ahhhh....hmmm..” Hinalikan ko eh.At bago ako bumangon, hinalikan ko siya sa pisngi. Natulala siya.Bumangon na ako. Tinali ko ang robe ko at kinindatan siya bago ako pumunta ng banyo.Nang makapasok ako, narinig ko ang pagsisigaw ni Janine.Nakita ko naman ang refleksyon ko sa salamin. Ngiting-ngiti na napapailing. Naghilamos ako. Iniisip ko kung sino sa dalawang ama-amahan ko ang gumawa nito.

อุตส่าต์หนีไปดามใจที่กรุงเทพตั้งห้าปี กลับมาเจอเธอที่เป็นอดีตและไอ้ที่เกาะขาหนึบนั่นก็คงจะลูกของผัวใหม่ล่ะสิท่า เหอะ! หน้าไม่เห็นเหมือนพ่อเลยสักนิด “ถ้าได้ฉันเป็นพ่อนะไอ้หนู สาวกรี๊ดแกจนตดแตกแน่”“พี่กล้า_” “พี่กล้ามีอะไรหรือเปล่าจ๊ะ?” “ผัวไปไหน?” “ไม่มีจ้ะ” “เหอะ” “มันทิ้งไปมีเมียใหม่ หรือเห็นผู้ชายแล้วบอกว่าตัวเองไม่มีผัวล่ะ?” กลับบ้านมาคนว่าง ๆ แบบเขาก็ควรจะทำอะไรที่มันมีประโยชน์สักหน่อยสิ อย่างเช่นการไปแอบมองอดีตแบบเธอ ขับรถวนรอบหมู่บ้านอย่างกับรถเติมน้ำเปล่าไม่ใช่น้ำมัน แล้วถามคำถามกวนส้นตี_แบบนี้ เขาสะใจมากที่ได้เยาะเย้ยคนแบบเธอ ผู้หญิงใจร้ายที่ทำเขากินไม่อิ่มหลับไม่เต็มตามาห้าปีเต็ม แต่ไม่รู้ว่าทำไมเวลาเจอหน้ากันเขาต้องใจอ่อน แพ้ให้กับความใสซื่อไร้เดียงสาของเธอตลอด แถมเจ้าเด็กน้อยหน้าหล่อลูกชายที่เกาะเธอหนึบด้วยอีกคน เขาทั้งเเกลียด ทั้งสงสาร จนกระทั่งวันที่เขาต้องมารู้ความจริงบางอย่าง… “แล้ว…แล้วถ้าเป็นลูกกูจริงทำไมน้ำค้างถึงไม่บอกกูวะ”

What was supposed to be a sacred mating ceremony, exploded into a blood-soaked nightmare for the daughter of the Head Warrior of Woodcrest pack. Before Anna's horrified eyes, future Alpha Axeel, her fated mate, was brutally butchered. The killer: Alpha Atticus of the Moon Howlers, an obsessed admirer whose twisted pursuit culminated in a chilling vow; she belonged to him alone. Condemned to eighteen years in a merciless Council prison, Atticus vanished, yet his dark promise haunted her. Devastated and emotionally walled off, Anna abandoned the werewolf world, fleeing Woodcrest and her loved ones for the unknown. But fate had darker plans. Four subsequent fated mates vanished without a trace during her desolate travels. Convinced she was cursed, a harbinger of doom, Anna swore off love forever, resigned to loneliness. Then, the strange began. Men actively avoided her, yet unexplained prosperity blossomed. She became a solitary queen in a sprawling mansion. But chilling questions lingered: Who shared her bed in the darkness? Who protected and provided for her meticulously? And most terrifyingly, as her body began to change, how would she explain the birth of her pup to everyone?...

Erica is the beloved favorite of the Moonlight pack. The Moon Goddess had created a remarkable wolf with her, the only daughter of the late Beta who was adopted by the Alpha family. With vibrant red hair and glistening silver eyes, she easily enchanted everyone around her. Like all werewolves, Erica longs for her true mate, the one crafted just for her by the Moon Goddess. Although Johnston, the Gamma’s son, adores her, Erica is reluctant to fully commit to him because she knows that every wolf has a destined mate. Determined to find hers, she sets off on a journey through eight neighboring packs in search of her other half. Meanwhile, Johnston grapples with anxiety over possibly losing her but remains steadfast in his belief that they are fated and their bond simply hasn't been revealed by the Moon Goddess yet. He discreetly shadows her throughout her journey, often in disguise. As Erica moves through each pack, she observes the intrigues and secrets among the high-ranking. Her quest is made even more challenging when she encounters males who are not bashful about using witchcraft to create a false mate bond with her, or using deceptive tactics to seduce her. And along the way she even came across an evil sister. By the end of her search, Erica had gained a wealth of experience and knowledge. Eventually, Johnston and Erica discover their origins and the Moon Goddess's plans work out well. But whether their love can withstand these changes in their rankings is a serious question...

Eva Richard a été la seconde épouse de Alex Thomas pendant trois ans, pensant que son amour profond pourrait adoucir son cœur de pierre. À sa grande surprise, au bout de trois ans, l'homme lui présente un accord de divorce et accueille son premier amour dans sa vie. Désillusionnée, elle opte pour le divorce et se transforme soudainement en héritière de la famille Tang, riche à en faire pâlir des nations. Dès lors, elle est la magnat milliardaire, le médecin prodige, le hacker d'élite et le champion d'escrime ! Son ex-mari regrette : "Chérie, j'ai eu tort, remettons-nous ensemble !" Eva Richard sourit froidement : "Je ne manque ni d'amour, ni d'argent, ni d'hommes, juste d'un chien de garde." Alex Thomas s'approche d'elle et lui tend sa cravate : "Chérie, je suis là pour garder la porte, ouaf ouaf."

While my corpse was rotting in the morgue, my fiancé, Ron Corleone, was comforting my murderer. Lisa Corleone sobbed as she said, “After we were kidnapped and brought here, Wendy disappeared. We don’t know if she managed to escape. It was all my fault. If I hadn’t insisted on going out with Wendy…” Ron’s face was ice cold. “The future mistress of the Corleone family actually abandoned my sister and fled on her own. If she dares to come back, I’ll break her arms and legs and turn her into a maggot that only deserves to live in the dark!” In fact, I did die in some random corner with my limbs broken. The truth about my death made Ron, who had vowed to make me regret my existence, crazy.

My sister pulled a knife during a robbery attempt, and we got into a brutal fight. My mom, an auxiliary police officer, arrived at the scene but totally ignored my injury. As I lay in a pool of blood, begging for help, she just cradled my sister and yelled at me, "You're so desperate for attention that you'd hurt your sister? How did I raise a heartless monster like you?" She branded me as the aggressor, ignored my pleas, and rushed my sister, who had mere scratches, to the hospital. I was left alone to die miserably in that deserted alley. When the news of my death arrived, my mother dismissed it as another one of my lies, pointing at my body and demanding I get up to apologize to my sister.

One week after my death, my husband, Christopher Ford, was making love on our bed with his one true love. His face showed pure satisfaction. "Finally, I don’t have to deal with that bar hostess anymore." Later, he held my belongings, weeping with regret. "Phoebe, why haven’t you come back?" It seemed he had forgotten that he had already pushed me to my death that night. I was forced to donate my bone marrow to his one true love, and I died, along with our unborn child.

Three days after his first love Mandy's death, my husband locked me in a steel cage and sank me into the ocean. "You vicious woman," he spat. "Stay here and repent to Mandy!" He didn't know I carried his child. I thrust the pregnancy confirmation toward him, but he walked away without a backward glance. Yet when he later saw my corpse—bloated and decomposing in the seawater—he went insane.