How Do You Say So

ผู้หญิงคนนั้นก็มีค่าเหมือนชื่อของเธอนั่นล่ะ ปกติผมกินอาหารหรูแต่ไม่ได้หมายความว่าจะติดดินไม่เป็น อาหารธรรมดาอย่าง " ข้าวแกง" ผมก็เคยกิน แต่พอได้กินแล้วก็ขอกินแค่ครั้งเดียวว่ะ แค่ครั้งเดียวก็เกินพอแล้วเพราะข้าวแกงที่ผมกิน...มันสกปรกเกินไป

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ทั้งที่เธอแค่แอบรักเขาที่เป็นเหมือนเพื่อนสนิทแต่แล้ววันหนึ่งเขากลับย่ำยีเธอจนแหลกละเอียด และยังแบล็คเมล์เพื่อให้เธอเป็นแค่คู่นอน!

Years after graduation, someone suddenly tags me in the class group chat. "Mr. Warren is gravely ill, Mira. Aren't you going to do anything? You really are heartless!" I only realize what's going on when I click on the fundraising link in the chat. Our high school homeroom teacher, Joseph Warren, has late-stage cancer. Thus, Lyra Fairfield, the class belle, is leading a fundraiser and patient-donor matching process. "I'll donate ten thousand dollars. My husband is the director of Waverly General Hospital, and I've already asked him to arrange a VIP ward for Mr. Warren." Right after I send that message, the group pounces on me. "Mira, you contracted an STD back then and tried to pin it on Lyra. She didn't even hold it against you, and now you're trying to steal her thunder? You're unbelievable!" "I can't believe you're still lying through your teeth during such a serious situation. You never change, do you?" Lyra immediately defuses the tension. "Mira, I don't blame you for what happened in the past, but you really shouldn't impersonate the director's wife. I've already arranged the ward and surgery, and I'm donating another 100 thousand dollars to Mr. Warren!" I'm this close to laughing out of sheer anger. She's the one who scratched her name off the diagnosis report and framed me for having an STD all those years ago. I never even confronted her about it, and now she's playing the victim? Lyra soon posts a photo in the group chat, showing off her husband's car. Yet, when I see the man in the passenger seat, I guffaw. Isn't that my husband's driver? When did he start running a hospital?

Hiding your fantasies is hard, especially when your best friend features in every one. I'm the good, innocent girl with a guilty obsession for erotic books. And the man who fuels all those fantasies? My best friend. Those veiny hands set my thighs on fire, and his deep voice twists my insides with desire. But he never knew. And I could never tell him– not when he flirts with everyone and only sees me as his baby sister. Until one reckless night of drinks and games lands me in his bed. Now I’m not sure I ever want to leave. But best friends shouldn't touch you like this. Best friends shouldn't make you squirt this good. But when a sudden arranged marriage threatens to tear us apart, our secret is exposed in a blaze of scandal, turning stolen moments into a bitter need for revenge. So how do I explain this to my parents? Since they still think I'm a virgin?

-กราฟ- คิดยังไงกับปั้นหยาเหรอครับ? ไซต์หมากระเป๋าแบบนั้นห่างไกลคำว่าสเปคของผมเยอะ ที่เห็นควงๆ ก็แค่เอามาแก้ขัดกับ...แก้แค้น -ปั้นหยา- อย่าถามว่าฉันคิดยังไงกับไอ้พี่กราฟอีกนะคะ ไอ้เฮงซวยที่ทั้งชีวิตมีแต่กราฟความเลวระยำแบบนั้นเอาไปทำหมันเถอะค่ะ อย่าปล่อยให้ไปแพร่พันธ์ที่ไหนเลย!

Tierney Chandler left her small town—and perfect fiancé—years ago to chase down her dreams. Years later, the town’s still small, her dreams are mostly still dreams, and her ex is still perfect. Maybe it’s time to ditch her failing dreams pick up where she left off…Jack Elliott is a baker making his dreams come true one pie at a time. Years ago, those dreams included Tierney. At least until his annoyingly perfect cousin stole her away. Now, he’s got a second chance, and he’s determined not to waste it. Can Jack convince Tierney that he’s the dream she’s been waiting for?

"หัวใจของฉันมันอาจจะหมดรักนายไปตั้งนานแล้วก็ได้กระทิง ที่ผ่านมามันอาจจะเป็นความรู้สึกผูกพันธ์ ฉันถึงยังอยู่กับนาย" "เลิกรักผู้ชายคนนั้นได้ไหม กลับมารักฉันเหมือนเดิมเถอะนะ ผู้ชายคนนั้นรักเธอได้ไม่ถึงครึ่งที่ฉันรักเธอหรอกนะ" "แต่เขาไม่เคยทำให้ฉันต้องเสียใจหรือร้องไห้เพราะผู้หญิงเหมือนกับที่นายเคยทำกับฉันนะกระทิง" เธอเจ็บเพราะเขามามาก ไม่อยากกลับไปเจ็บซ้ำ ๆ เหมือนเดิมอีกแล้ว

This marks the third year since Alan Cohen and I became mates, and today's finally the day of the Luna ceremony. As the ceremony begins, Alan takes my hand. But then he hesitates, refusing to move forward. I'm still trying to make sense of it when my adoptive sister, Eden Parker, suddenly breaks into the mind-link. She says she's just ended a failed mate bond with another Alpha and will be back within the hour. That's when I see a flicker of a smile on Alan's face. Then, without a second glance, he lets go of my hand and walks away. I turn to my adoptive brother, Dexter Parker, and my adoptive father, Hank Parker, hoping for some kind of comfort, only to realize they've already left the ceremony with Alan. And just like that, I became the joke of the entire pack. Eden sends me a photo. She's glowing beside Alan, her arm looped through Dexter's, with Hank beaming next to them. That's when I give up. I reach out through the mind-link to my birth father. "Dad, I'm ready to return to the Bloodmoon Pack."

"Earth cries when sun sets. If I am Earth will you be my sun?" I was a liar, but even liars deserve a love story. Everything turned into pure chaos when Bright, an alpha, started chasing after Win, an omega; who was unknown to him, hiding a huge secret. The alpha was such a charm, after all. Maybe Win's heart cells started betraying him. But past lies started haunting him. His actions turned into arrows which were dipped in pure poison piercing his heart in the most painful way. Would Win be able to resist Bright? Will they have their own love story? Even if that happens.. will it be a sweet one? Or end with tragedy?