Horror Story Writer

“ฉันไม่มีวันเอาเด็กรุ่นลูกมาเป็นเมียเด็ดขาด แม้ว่าฉันจะรู้สึกดีกับหนูก็ตาม” เรื่อง เมียเด็กของคุณกัปตัน นามปากกา InTheStars นักวาด TORN /นักวาด ตอนยอน พระเอก พิพัฒน์ (กัปตันพัฒน์) อายุ 41 ปี ส่วนสูง 180 เซนติเมตร กัปตันสุดฮอตของสายการบินอันดับ 1 ของประเทศ ภายนอกดูสุขุม มีเสน่ห์ เจ้าชู้ ขี้หึง อารมณ์ร้อนแรง นางเอก ลลิสา (ซาร่า) อายุ 20 ปี ส่วนสูง 170 เซนติเมตร ลูกครึ่งไทย อิตาลี นักศึกษาปี 2 คณะมนุษยศาสตร์ ภาคอินเตอร์ นิสัย ร่าเริง พูดเก่ง มีเสน่ห์ ดื้อรั้น เมื่อโชคชะตากำหนดให้สาวน้อยได้กลับมาเจอกัปตันผู้หล่อเหลาและใจดีอีกครั้ง เธอจึงต้องทำทุกวิถีทาง เพื่อให้ได้ครอบครองทั้งตัวและหัวใจของเขา “ฉันไม่มีวันเอาเด็กรุ่นลูกมาเป็นเมียเด็ดขาด แม้ว่าฉันจะรู้สึกดีกับหนูก็ตาม” “รุ่นลูกแล้วไง หนูไม่ใช่ลูกคุณกัปตันนี่คะ ไม่มีใครห้ามไม่ให้ผู้ใหญ่มีเมียเด็ก หนูบรรลุนิติภาวะแล้ว หนูสามารถเป็นเมียคุณกัปตันได้ร้อยเปอร์เซ็นต์ค่ะ” ติดตามเพจ เฟสบุ๊คนักเขียน Writer Inthestars Immy Inthestars

On the fifth year of their marriage, finding the vitamin C her husband bought tasted too bitter, Jeanne Dotson went to the hospital with the bottle. The doctor took one look and frowned. "This isn't vitamin C." "I-I'm sorry, Doctor?" "I could say it a dozen times and it'd still be the same," the doctor replied, pointing at the bottle. "This is Mifepristone. Taking too much of it doesn't just cause infertility—it can do serious harm to your body." Jeanne felt a lump stuck in her throat, and her fingers turned pale from clenching the bottle. "That's impossible. My husband got this for me. His name is Darren Walsh—he's a doctor here too." The doctor looked up at her, his expression turning strange, tinged with something she couldn't quite read. After a pause, he gave a small smile. "Miss, you might want to visit the psych ward instead. We all know Dr. Walsh's wife—she gave birth just two months ago. Don't let your imagination run wild, all right? There's no point."

At three in the morning, the class monitor, Hayden Clark, suddenly posted a message in the group chat announcing that the graduation photos would be taken the morning after next. He then sent a payment QR code in the chat, where each student had to pay 50 dollars for the graduation photos. I told Hayden that I had my thesis defense scheduled for the morning after next and asked if the time could be changed. He immediately snapped back at me, “Is your time the only time that matters? If you can’t come, then get lost!” Wanting to keep the peace, I paid the money and went through great trouble to rearrange my schedule. But when the day for the photos finally arrived, Corin Vale told me, “The graduation photos were already taken yesterday!”

My three-year-old daughter was playing in the room, and she suddenly fell from the window of the room and died. In my past life, I held her lifeless body after learning the news, crying so hard I thought I would never stop. But when my husband rushed back, he slapped me across the face without a second thought. "How could you be so cruel? You actually threw her out of the window—she was only three!" I was too stunned to react. Later, my husband and my best friend teamed up and testified that I had thrown my daughter from the window because I had an argument with my husband. I was cyberbullied and labeled the "evil mom". Amid the public hatred and the pain of losing my daughter, I jumped to prove my innocence. Even in death, I still didn't understand. My daughter had been fine playing in the room—how did she fall out of the window? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she fell.

I can understand Wolfish, but I've never told my Alpha mate, Felix Grayback, about it. In public, he's the mate who dotes on me the most. He even declines a pack trading contract that's worth billions of dollars just to celebrate my birthday with me. As Felix holds me in his arms, he declares in front of his pack, "Bankruptcy is nothing as long as you're happy." I'm so touched that I'm about to burst into tears. So, I embrace Felix's huge, wolf-like body tightly in return. At that moment, I hear him emitting a low growl from his throat. It's a language that only wolves can understand. "This woman is finally plump enough to eat. Tonight, I shall share her flesh with my pack members."

Xavier Castello lived his whole life devoid of emotions. A ruthless Don with a voracious appetite and brutal tactics. Due to a horrible betrayal, he kills one of his most trusted men, Benicio Morales and takes his daughter hostage. What Xavier never expected was to fall in love with the enemy's daughter. Ariana Morales, once lived a normal life as daddy's princess. Now, her whole family is dead and she is at the mercy of the man who killed them. She will have to become his pet for a year before regaining her freedom. What happens when she falls in love with her captor? Will their love story flourish, or will she desert her family's murderer when the contract expires?

The intern secretly submitted a voluntary pay-cut application on my behalf. As a result, my salary dropped from $10,000 to $2,000. When I found out and confronted him, my boss and colleagues all defended him. "The company is not doing great right now. Oscar was just trying to save costs for us. Do you have to nickel-and-dime over this?" With my salary so low, I couldn't afford the special medication for my chronic migraines, and one day I passed out at my desk during an attack. But the intern snuck a video of me unconscious and posted it on the company's website. He even whipped up a detailed 100-page slideshow breaking down how I was slacking off on the clock and dumping all my work on him. Overnight, I was labeled a workplace bully. My boss gave me the cold shoulder, and my colleagues whispered about me. Even worse, some extreme "anti-workplace-bullying" activists tracked me down to my home, showed up with two cans of gasoline, and burned me and my parents alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that very day when the intern had submitted my pay-cut form. In this second chance at life, I would make sure everyone saw the intern for who he truly was.

I did three years in prison for my wife, Lilian Parson. The day I got out, she handed me an envelope for her company's grand opening. Inside was a single dollar bill. For a second, I thought it was a mistake. Then I saw her colleague, Nathan Ramsey, holding his envelope—his also contained a single dollar. Relieved, I pushed my doubts aside. I smiled, stood by Lilian's side through the entire ceremony, the picture of a proud, supportive husband. That night, scrolling through Instagram, I saw Nathan's latest post. A photo of a check. [Congratulations to Lilian Parson on the grand opening! So generous—100 million as a gift!] The comments section exploded with envy and blessings, congratulating him and "the boss" on finally becoming a couple. Lilian offered no explanation. Instead, she hurried to draw a line between us. "You just got out of prison," she said coolly. "It's not a good look to go public right now. Let's keep our marriage a secret. In front of others, just call me your boss." Then she turned around and liked Nathan's post. I wiped the tears from my eyes, picked up my phone, and dialed the number of her greatest rival. "From now on, I work for you," I said.

The moment my roommate walked in, she used my locker. She claimed to have too many things and nowhere else to put them. I rolled my eyes. Why should I let her get her way? I was not her parent. She was no princess, but she acted like one. I was ready to argue, but she tossed 200,000 dollars at me. “At your service, Your Highness!”

A week after my engagement, I was delivered an unusual engagement gift. My phone chimed. I glanced down and saw a push notification from a social app. [Fell in love with a female livestreamer right before my engagement. I feel guilty toward my older girlfriend who's about to become my fiancée—how should I deal with this?] The user ID was "SimonLovesClaire." The profile picture showed a melancholy side view of a man wrapped in a gray scarf. I recognized him instantly. It was my fiancé, Simon Aldrich. That limited-edition scarf was the birthday gift I had given him last year.