Hard Making Out

The tree I fell from was rotten. It's leaves were rotten, it's bark was rotten, and it's roots were rotten. Unfortunately, I am an apple that didn't fall far from that rotten tree. I was groomed in the shadow of that rotten tree and sprayed with poison to ensure I would be nothing but it's germinated seed. My earliest memories are dark and painful. My most vibrant memories are coated in crimson red and shame. The small pieces of my soul that I kept hidden and protected are the only parts of myself I can tolerate. The rest of who I am... The despicable trash that haunts my dreams... I hate. Death is the only answer to my life. Not love. I don't deserve love. A tainted apple is never put amongst the ripe juices apples. It is thrown away, discarded... As I should be.

He had promised that he would love her forever and be faithful to her. However, after they get married, he didn't keep his promise, treated her with indefference. She was pregnant, but he asked her to abort the child. He said, "I married you for your family's property, I won't divorce you. To be honest, I've already got tired of you." Raging fire was burning beside her.... she was in danger. He turned around and cuddled his lover, disregarded that she was dying....... What will she do to their child? Will she abort it or accept her fate? Will she ever forgive him? What will be here future?

A broken-up Alexa goes to the bar to have fun. It turns out that there she was drunk and met whit the mafia boss and werewolf owner off the bar. The drunken one teases, Michael and thinks he is a gigolo. The cold Michael also was interested whit women. For some reasn that night he really enjoyed Alexa’s touch. They had a one night stand and continued the relationship when they met. How will their relationship continue?

In my past life, my father arranged betrothals for both my brother and me, leaving the choice to us. Without hesitation, my brother chose the wealthy heiress, forcing me to marry the housekeeper's daughter. But the heiress turned out to be a cruel woman. She brought her first love home and humiliated my brother every day. Meanwhile, the housekeeper's daughter I married ended up winning hundreds of millions in the lottery, granting me a life free from financial worries. Jealous of my prosperous life, my brother deliberately drove his car straight into me. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day we're supposed to choose our betrothed. My brother rushes to choose the housekeeper's daughter first. "Jason Wright, it's my turn to enjoy the good life! You can go keep that awful woman company!" I smile. He doesn't know that my comfortable life was never dependent on my wife.

Friends turn lovers romance... Alexis Crawford and Mason Davis are childhood best friends, but over the years since college they have kind of drifted apart but with Alexis moving to New York and living in the same building with Mason they get their friendship back on track. But things change when their feelings for each other resurfaces, they both want and crave each other but they don't want to act on it with the fear of ruining their friendship.. Can a friends with benefits situation work for them or not?

ยิ่งผลักไส ยิ่งดึงดูด… ความรักไม่ได้เริ่มจากความหวานเสมอไป แต่บางทีมันก็เริ่มจากการ "กัดกันทุกวัน" การพบกันของคนสองขั้วไม่ได้เริ่มด้วยความหวาน แต่เต็มไปด้วยการปะทะคารม สงครามเย็น และบทเรียนหัวใจที่ไม่คาดคิด ทว่าท่ามกลางแรงกดดันของการเรียนและชีวิตที่แสนเหน็ดเหนื่อย ทั้งคู่กลับค่อยๆ กลายเป็นแรงผลักดันให้กันและกัน

He kissed her over and over again, and she responded: she said yes. All female heat and need; so soft and curved against his muscle and hard planes. King kissed her like he owned her and she ached to just let him take her. Any way he wanted; as many times as she could take him. King shifted her again, held almost her whole weight on one massive forearm, freeing his other hand to move over her now. His fingers tightened on her cheek as he kissed her, the metal of his rings cool against her flushed skin, then he moved his hand down her body. She arched when he caressed her throat and stroked down slowly. **** Naomi Abbott had it all once: talent, success, momentum. Now she runs a nonprofit art program for autistic adults and counts her days sober instead of her sales. She’s smart, beautiful, and barely holding herself together. One year into recovery, Naomi knows the rules: no chaos, no temptation, and absolutely no romance. Especially not with him. Matt “King” Kingston is danger wrapped in muscle, a scowling ex-Marine with a garage, a shadowy side hustle, and a laser-focused obsession with Naomi. He wants her. All of her. And he’s never been good at walking away. But the closer he gets, the harder she resists... because letting King in means risking everything she’s fought to rebuild. As trust grows and walls crack, King becomes Naomi’s anchor. Until she spirals. When the past comes roaring back, Naomi must decide if she’s strong enough to survive it... and if King’s love can endure the wreckage.

Elline bertemu lagi dengan cinta pertamanya, Axel Devgan, dalam acara kerjasama perusahaan. Dulu mereka harus berpisah karena memprioritaskan masa depan. Mereka pernah berjanji untuk bertemu lagi jika telah berhasil meraih impian. Namun, bayangan indah akan pertemuan yang telah ditunggu selama bertahun-tahun itu sirna dalam sekejap. Lelaki yang ia tunggu tengah menggandeng wanita lain pada pertemuan pertama mereka setelah bertahun-tahun berlalu tanpa kabar. Kenangan indah akan masa lalunya dengan lelaki itu berubah menjadi kenangan berdarah dalam sekejap. Sanggupkah Elline melanjutkan kerjasama perusahaan? Apa yang akan ia lakukan? Memilih bertahan demi pekerjaan atau menyembuhkan perasaan yang terluka semakin dalam?

Betrayed on her wedding day, Agatha marries a mysterious stranger in desperation. As her family and ex-fiancé continue to sabotage her life, her new husband becomes her unexpected savior. But how far will his wealth and influence go, and can Agatha trust the man who's suddenly become her rock?"

I worked for a restaurant, and our boss loved making empty promises about giving us restaurant shares. The boss said we would start with zero shares, but we could earn 0.01% for every two hours of overtime, covering someone else’s work or saving the restaurant 1,000 bucks. I suggested she write this down in an official document and have someone track it properly. She just smiled and told everyone to work harder. She never actually put it in writing. The experienced staff did not believe her, but one prep cook took it seriously. At the end of the year, he went to the boss to claim his shares. The boss said, “Sorry, the head chef told me there’s no official document, so it doesn’t count. You can’t claim any shares.” The prep cook worked hard all year and got nothing for it, so he took his anger out on me. The day before I was going home for the New Year, he killed me with a knife. “If you hadn’t said it doesn’t count without an official document, this whole restaurant would’ve been mine!” I lay in a pool of blood. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day the boss first made those empty promises.