Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Doesn't Forgive Ron

คีย์ อัครเดช นันทวัฒน์ ชายหนุ่มหน้าหล่อ ที่อกหักจากรักแรก เพราะน้องสาวเพื่อนรักหักหลัง ทำให้เกิดความแค้นกับสองพี่น้อง เพื่อแก้แค้นเขายอมทำทุกอย่างโดยไม่สนอะไรทั้งนั้น “เธอโทษพี่ไม่ได้นะใบชาเรื่องทั้งหมดเธอเป็นคนผิด” ใบชา ธารณินท์ ศิลานนท์ สาวหน้าหมวยที่มีนิสัยไม่ยอมคนแต่ยอมเขาคนเดียว ไม่ว่าเขาจะใจร้ายกับเธอมากแค่ไหนเธอก็ยังรักเขาเสมอ “พี่คีย์อยากทำอะไรกับชาก็แล้วแต่ใจพี่”

Arkadewi Lintang Bestari--menghirup napas di bumi ini selama dua puluh tiga tahun, tetapi belum pernah sekalipun mengenalkan seorang kekasih kepada keluarga karena larangan dari orang tuanya. Caraka Altair Abimana--terpaksa kembali ke Indonesia lebih cepat dari perjanjiannya dengan keluarga Bestari untuk mengurus istrinya yang tidak tahu-menahu tentang pernikahan mereka. Mengapa Arka tidak tahu kalau dirinya sudah menikah? Perjanjiaan apa yang dimiliki Caraka dengan keluarga Bestari?

A weekend together on a luxurious boat… She is desperate and he is filthy rich. They don’t know each other but they need each other badly… for different reasons. Is this the beginning of a beautiful love story or a disaster waiting to happen? Sunny is a struggling actress trying desperately to keep her job in order to survive in New York and help her mother. This becomes impossible since the theater where she performs the role of Sally Bowles in the musical “Cabaret”, is about to get temporarily closed. After her last performance, Sunny encounters Magnus Karlsen, a billionaire. And he is the answer to all her prayers. Magnus Karlsen must find a fake fiancée for the weekend ASAP! And the fiery, sexy, talented Sunny Makkena, the actress he just watched in the weirdest, sleaziest, most amazing show he had ever seen, is the perfect candidate for this vital role. He absolutely needs Sunny’s presence by his side during a one-weekend cruise with his parents. So, Magnus makes her a proposal he knows she can’t refuse. But the weekend doesn’t go as planned, and not because she isn’t doing her job. Sunny Makkena plays the role of Magnus’s fiancée all too well. Almost perfectly. She is absolutely real in public and she’s even more real in bed. Too bad that it’s all just playing pretend.

On the day of my ninth wedding attempt, my fiancé, Lucas Yearwood, leaves me jilted again. This time, I follow him. I see him holding his adoptive sister's hand as they walk into the obstetrics department. "Lucas, I dreamed that we're having a boy—he's definitely going to be as handsome as you." Watching the two of them laugh and chat like that, I feel my blood freeze. After I chased Lucas for seven years, I got a chance to use a debt of gratitude to force a marriage contract out of him. I backed him into a corner to make him marry me. Everyone thinks I can't survive without him. But this time, I hand the marriage contract back and leave him without looking back. On my wedding day, he calls me. "Viv! Where are you right now?" I'm in the shower. My new husband picks up the call for me. "Do you have business with my wife?" Later, I hear Lucas turned all of Riverville upside down, digging through every trash can to find our marriage contract.

My fiancé's older brother was into girls with tiny waists. He wanted to marry my foster sister—the one with the twenty-one-inch waist. Their wedding? Same day Eric and I were supposed to get hitched. When he found out, Eric begged me to swap with Briana. "Lena, it's always been Briana. If your family hadn't found you, she wouldn't have had to play fake heiress, and I wouldn't be stuck with you." I stayed quiet. He kept digging. "Chill. My brother won't even touch you. Once the dust settles, I'll bring you back—as my side piece." Staring at that fake, slimy smile, I felt a little out of it. Last time, I told him no—and still ended up married to him, beaten until I died. Then I woke up. Same day. Same plea from Eric. This time, I handed them exactly what they wanted. "Fine. I'll marry him." Eric lit up like he'd won. Didn't last long. Next thing I knew, he was out in the rain, on his knees, clutching his head, sobbing, begging me to leave his brother and come back.

Mona wakes up, trying to stab Kai and not remembering anything past the age of six. Instead of killing her, Kai rejects Mona as his mate and banishes her. But not before blaming her for the death of the people closets to her. Years later, Mona isn't the girl that couldn't remember. She is now Alpha Moon, the Alpha of the Wolvin pack, a group of former rogue women and a few men. She still can't remember everything from her past and every memory she gains leaves her with more questions. How could she do all these horrible things in a former life? And how can she protect her pack from new threats and old ones?

Aria likes the idea of being loved. An omega isn't meant to experience love but she found love even though it wasn't her mate. Her life wasnt perfect but she was fairly happy. It all went down the drain when she rejects two Alphas. Alpha Ethan and Alexander, the twin Alphas of the most powerful pack in the west had spent years searching for their mates. They are not taking no for an answer. Now Aria has to choose between the love of her life and two alphas who are obsessed with her!

Sophie Warner and Mitchell Warner have been secretly married for three years, but he's rumored to be with other women throughout. He doesn't care about Sophie at all.Her love for him makes her lowly, and she loses sight of herself. She puts up a cold and strong front to protect herself while thinking that her love is bound to move Mitchell one day.But she gives up hope when, one day, she lies in a puddle of her blood and begs Mitchell for help, only to see him ignoring her so he can be lovey-dovey with another woman.Later, she dies.It's only then that the city learns about Mitchell, the playboy, having been secretly married for years. After her death, he goes insane…Five years later, the mysterious daughter of an affluent family returns to the country. When Mitchell, who'd lost his mind years ago, sees her, his eyes turn red.He pins her to the wall and says, "You said you'd be by my side forever, Cherie…"

For my birthday, my husband, Don Damien, gave me his dead wife’s pearls. I wore them to the dinner party. My enraged stepson, Leo, doused me in red wine. I became the laughingstock of the party. “You whore,” he hissed. “You think wearing my mother’s jewelry makes you her?” He stared at me, his eyes cold as ice. Then he screamed. "Get out of my house." But his mother died when he was a baby. I raised him. Someone had whispered poison in his ear. They told him I was the one who killed his mother. Now he thinks I'm a scheming bitch who tricked his father. And his father? My husband? He never saw me. He only saw Krista’s ghost. My heart didn't break. It shattered. They didn't love me. They didn't even care. So I walked. Then why, after I was finally gone, did they come crawling back, begging me to return?

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.