Happy Birthday Dipper

On my birthday, the dining table was loaded with all my favorites. My mom had been cooking and baking the entire afternoon, insisting everything be perfect for when Mike got home from work so we could celebrate together. But then, he called and said his first love had been drugged at a bar, and he had to go help her. I stopped him and begged him not to go. Mike snapped at me. "Jesus, Em, don’t pull this jealous wife crap. She’s alone, defenseless, and unconscious—I can't let some random dude take advantage of her!" My mother heard those words and was so enraged that she had a heart attack. She died on the spot. Just like that, my mom died on my birthday. I called Mike, asking him to attend my mom's funeral. But before he could reply, I saw Cathy Miller's latest Instagram post, captioned: [Mikey… after all these years, it was always you.] Mike had liked it. My thumb moved before my brain caught up, typing out the only words that mattered: [A homewrecker and a lying bastard. Hope you rot together.]

I thought I was happy. I thought my life was perfect. I realised how wrong I was when I met her.~~~Melody started a new school 3 years ago and since then she's had a near-perfect life. An amazing group of friends, top grades and a loving, caring boyfriend. But when Thalia shows up and their paths collide her whole world starts to come crashing down.Now only one question is standing in her way. Are you happy?

คำเตือน : ผู้ที่อ่อนไหวหรือรับไม่ได้ และมีจารีตประเพณีอันดีงาม ควรกดปิดนิยายรายตอนเรื่องนี้เสีย เชิญชวนสายดาร์กนิยมเสพอิโรติกห้ามพลาด เพราะการเสพยังคงร้อนแรงและต่อเนื่องอย่างเร่าร้อน !!!

I secretly ordered a delivery of a thousand roses for my wife's birthday, hoping to surprise her. After the delivery was completed, I got a message from the delivery guy. [By the way, I tossed the trash by your door on my way out. Didn't expect you to be so kinky. Good for you, man!] He even sent me a photo. In the picture was an open trash bag stuffed with shredded pantyhose. My mind went completely blank. I was overseas on a business trip. My wife was the only one at home.

As my murderer's claws tear into my abdomen inch by inch, my father and brother are seated in our family's banquet hall. They're celebrating Carly's 18th birthday and coming-of-age. "You'll always be my little girl." "Happy birthday, Carly." They light 18 pink candles for her. On top of the exquisite red velvet cake is a wolf figurine that they carved for her, and there are well wishes and laughter all around. Meanwhile, I'm curled up in a sewer filled with liquid silver as I bleed to death. My phone has been crushed, and I can't get out. I can only cry for help. A few days later, my father and brother show up together at the autopsy room. My brother stands by the operating table with a scalpel. He slices open the body and sews it back up like it's nothing. My father just covers his nose as he shoots a disgusted glance at my body. He urges my brother to hurry up with the autopsy report. "The victim is a young female wolf presumed to be of pure lineage. Before her death, she was subjected to prolonged captivity and torture. Her throat is nearly severed, her cervical spine is dislocated, and her chest cavity has collapsed. She was also injected with liquid silver before death." Hearing the report, my father looks so calm that it's just like a case study of no consequence. Neither of them can recognize that the body belongs to me—their daughter and sister!

Sinopsis : Axel Dandion adalah seorang CEO yang berwajah rupawan, bersifat kejam, serta memiliki kecerdasan yang luar biasa. Karena kecerdasannya inilah dia terkenal di kalangan para pengusaha dan sangat ditakuti oleh musuhnya. Namun, siapa sangka dibalik kesempurnaannya itu, ternyata ia hanyalah seorang laki-laki yang gagal move on terhadap cinta pertamanya. Suatu hari Axel sedang menyetir mobil, tiba-tiba di tengah perjalanan, Eleanor melintas tanpa melihat rambu-rambu lalu lintas. Kejadian ini, membuat Axel dan Eleanor saling membenci di pertemuan pertama mereka. Eleanor Freedy adalah seorang gadis mungil yang tidak takut akan apapun dan memiliki prinsip yang kuat. Ia merupakan anak dari seorang mafia. Suatu hari takdir mempertemukan mereka kembali dengan Eleanor sebagai mahasiswa magang di kantor Axel. Sejak itu, mereka berdua dipaksa untuk terus bertemu dan saling menyapa. Tetapi ketika mereka mulai mengenal satu sama lain dengan lebih baik, benih-benih cinta mulai muncul. Malangnya, mereka selalu mengalami hal buruk setelah cinta pertama Axel muncul. Tak hanya itu, ternyata mereka berdua dihubungkan dengan takdir yang rumit. Bisakah mereka berdua bersatu?

ดูเหมือนของขวัญวันเกิดปีนี้คงจะทำให้ชีวิตผมไม่ปกติสุขอีกต่อไป - แฟนมีตxพาสต้า

"Satu...Dua...Tiga...Em...".Hitungan Olin berhenti seiring dengan telunjuknya yang ia biarkan mengudara di atas langit yang mendung. Dia sedang menghitung bintang yang masih bertahan digelapnya awan, sesekali terdengar suara isak tangis yang coba ia tahan, bintangnya satu-persatu menghilang tertutup awan gelap di atas langit sana.Airmatanyapun mengalir tanpa bisa ia cegah, bertepatan pada hitungan terakhir pada bintang yang masih bertahan.Hujan yang turun seolah ingin menemani airmatanya agar tidak terlihat banyak orang.

On our wedding anniversary, I canceled all my meetings and made a reservation at a restaurant. That evening, my wife, the renowned investigative journalist Amaya Shaw, called me. “Efim, I’m sorry! I just received a tip from a source. It’s urgent. “It involves inside information about a well-known company. I have to go verify it immediately!” But the next day, I saw that Javor Furey, the junior she had brought along, had posted a collage on his social media. The central photo showed Amaya wearing a childish birthday hat. Her head was pressed against Javor’s, as they made a wish together in front of a cake covered in candles. This was the caption. [Thanks, my dear Ms. Shaw! Even in the midst of her busy schedule chasing big stories, she remembered to give me this surprise birthday!] [Chasing big stories.] I stared at those three words. Then, I glanced at the limited-edition bag on our dining table. It was the one she had been raving about for half a year. It was the anniversary gift I had prepared for her. I felt absurd. I commented just two words under that post. [How touching.] Her call came in almost the second I hit send. She sounded furious. “Efim, do you have to be so sarcastic? “It’s just an anniversary. How old are you? Why are you still celebrating such childish anniversaries?” From our first year of marriage to the present, her “tip-offs from informants” and “special circumstances” always took precedence over our promises. This time, she could not even be bothered to come up with a plausible excuse. I did not say anything. I hung up and blocked her number. This marriage was over.

I was eight months pregnant when my water broke—the same day as the birthday of my husband’s adopted son. To keep my child from being born on the same day as his adopted son's, he forced me to wait until after midnight. He refused to take me to the hospital and locked me in the basement. Adrian Shaw looked down at me. His eyes were dark and hostile. “Elena, you're really good at picking the timing, huh? Of all days, you had to go into labor on Evan’s birthday.” I begged him to take me to the hospital. A trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes, and his voice turned cold. “You’re still trying to lie to me? I asked a doctor. Even if your water breaks, you don’t give birth right away. Some women don’t deliver for three days. “All this scheming is just to secure your position as Mrs. Shaw, so your child can compete with Evan for his birthday and his place. You've really thought this through.” I took a deep breath as despair washed over me. “The baby I’m carrying is yours too! Adrian, I’m begging you. Please, for the child’s sake, save her. As long as the baby is safe, I promise I’ll never show up in front of you again.” His expression darkened. He bent down, grabbed my chin, and replied harshly, “Don’t play games with me. “As long as you stay here quietly until after midnight, I’ll take you to the hospital. Once the baby’s born, you can finally use the child to secure your place and truly marry into the Shaw family.” Later, when my contractions grew unbearable and I cried out in pain, he found me too noisy and took Evan and his mother out to celebrate instead. By the time he remembered me and asked whether I had a boy or a girl, his secretary’s face paled. “Mrs. Shaw is… gone.”