In The Name Of Your Lion

คนนึงที่รักมาโดยตลอดแต่ไม่อาจบอกใครได้...ส่วนอีกคนที่ไม่ได้รักและไม่มีทางรัก~จนความสัมพันธ์เริ่มเดินไปถึงจุดเลวร้ายทุกนาที

Alicia Stewart, the eldest daughter of the powerful Stewart family, has outstanding looks but is sidelined after the death of her father. At the age of twenty-three, she regains her shares in the company and a car accident gives her the superpower of unforgettable memories. She smiles contemptuously and moves upward step by step, gradually reclaiming everything she owns. However, another problem lies in front of her. On one side is the gentle childhood friend lawyer, on the other side is the overbearing president of the business marriage, when they both show their love to Alicia, who should she choose?

"แน่ใจเหรอ...ว่าอยากให้ปล่อยพี่ชายเธอไป" "คนอย่างฉันจะไม่คืนคำพูดค่ะ" "เออดี! งั้นมาลองดูสิว่า...ระหว่างน้องกับพี่มีอะไรดีกว่ากัน?"

Please…” I begged wanting him to do more. My body shook when he increased the pace.I dropped my back to the desk and arched my back.His mouth found my clit and I let out a deep moan. I could feel the pressure building up. “Greg,I'm so…so close.” I whimpered. His movement slowed a bit. “No!” I cried. “Please.” I could feel the smile tugging in his lips as he continued to lick on my clit. “Please…” I begged even more,my voice sounding needy even to my own ears. He increased his pace.Fingering me faster and harder. My toes curled as I felt the pressure about to explode inside of me. “I'm going to cum..” “Then do so,show me how good you can be and cum for me.” Pressure exploded through me,my whole body shaking from it all.I let my head rest on the desk as I tried to catch my breathe. His arms came around me, lifted me up and wrapped me in his arms. “Thank you.” I whispered. He planted a light kiss on my shoulder and just held me. I pulled back and looked him in the eye. “That was my first orgasm.” I announced proudly,warmth filling my heart. He smiled and leaned in.”How about another one.” ******************************************* Sex. That was the only reason Emillia Winslow got married to the Mafia Billionaire, Gregory Densmore. Being deeply religious,she is thrown into a world that contrasts her belief. There is no remorse,no confessions and no forgiveness. Will She manage to bring light into the dark or will the dark engulf her,forcing her to bring out her shadow self.

🔥 14.09.2024 🦁 • DARK FLAG • พระเอกธงดำสนิทค่ะ ถ้าไม่ชอบดราม่าหนัก/ไม่ชอบนอกกาย ตกก.มีนิยายในคลังให้เลือกอ่านเยอะนะคะ "What are you?" "Angel." "What's your name?" "Satan." • TAKE ME TO HELL 🔥 • กดเข้าชั้น > ถูกใจ > คอมเม้นต์ = เติมเชื้อไฟในตัวนักเขียน 🤓 แนะนำตัวละคร Lion | ไลออน 🏴 "ฉันจะทำอะไรกับของฟรี อย่างเธอดีนะ?" 🦁 • มาเฟียหนุ่มเลือดร้อน ผู้คลั่งไคล้การเอาชนะ • เขาคือหัวหน้าคนใหม่ แห่งเลโอนาร์ด แก็งมาเฟียใหญ่ ฮ่องกง อาณาจักรค้าอาวุธปืนเถื่อน ผับบาร์ กาสิโน่ และรวมไปถึงสิ่งผิดกฎหมายมากมาย Little Dear | ลิ(เติ้ล)เดียร์ หรือ LYDIA | ลิเดีย "แล้วฉันต้องทำยังไง..คุณถึงจะพอใจคะ?" 🦌 • หญิงที่ยอมทำทุกอย่างเพื่อปกป้องคนที่เธอรัก แม้แต่การยอมแต่งงานกับซาตานเช่น เขา • ___________

The yacht I'm steering crashes into a huge wave, scaring my husband's junior, who has a heart condition. So, my husband orders someone to tie me up and dangle me in the ocean by a rope. He even tells the captain to head straight into the waves. "You know Wren has a heart condition, yet you still scared her! How can you be so evil?" I beg him to let me go and tell him that I was following a charted path; I didn't mean for anything to happen. However, he just mocks me. "You've been a yacht driver for so long. Haven't you experienced anything like this before? I'll make you go through what Wren did! Let's see whether you'll pull this again!" After a day and night of this torment, he relents and decides to pull me back up. It's too bad he doesn't know that the waves have already torn me to shreds.

I'm betrothed to Hylton Miller from the moment I'm born. For as long as I can remember, he protects and loves me like I'm already his wife. Even if I get a tiny splinter on my hand, he holds it carefully as he gently clips it away. That is, until the young woman his family sponsors offends a client and is about to be sent to Zubania. He drugs me with a glass of wine. When I wake up, I'm in a foreign country and trapped in an illegal factory. Here, I endure inhuman abuse, torment, even humiliation... At my lowest, when despair almost swallows me whole, that sponsored young woman appears before me in a pristine, custom-made white gown. She smiles sweetly and presses the play button on a voice recording. And from the speaker comes the voice I long for every day and night. "It's fine. Alina's the young lady of the Winslet family—they won't do anything to her. But Priscilla? She's different. Worst case, I'll make it up to Alina when she gets back…" In that moment, it feels like someone tears my heart open with their bare hands.

My name is Greyson Langley-just call me Lang. I'm a heavy-metal band player who just back from a concert tour. On my Clofus campus, I reunited with my friends and my beautiful four crushes. Later, I heard about the largest prostitution complex in South East Asia was threatened by being evicted by the government. There, I met a prostitute with a golden voice with a dark past. So, I promised to free her from that despicable valley. Later, I found myself torn between five different women in five irreconcilable lives. The deeper I became involved in their lives, I catapulted into the intrigues of a world that threatens my life and may shatter my heart. And even my nation's democracy. One day, I found a diary written by my grandfather, which made me enlightened also threatened. Stranded amid love, danger, passion, and violence, I should choose between myself, my lover, or my nation. What I begin in compulsion now becomes my urgent need. Come, read my story ... If you dare! WARNING: This story contains adult, explicit, disturbing, and sensitive material. Reader discretion is advised.

Ten years ago, the Harrington family went through a home invasion. My mother, a maid, shielded Liam with her life. Holding my hands tight, Liam promised, "Andrea, don't worry. I'll protect you forever." I believed him. Our bond grew naturally, and we had a beautiful daughter together. Then, she was diagnosed with leukemia. In her last days, all she wanted was to spend one birthday with her dad. I called him, desperate to make it happen. "Millie doesn't have much time left. All she wants is one birthday with you. Can you come?" His voice on the other end went icy. "Really? This your latest stunt? Using your dead mom wasn't enough, now it's our daughter for pity? Disgusting." I tried to deny it, but he cut me off. "Don't mess with her head. Learn from Vivian—she's got a real heart." That night, our daughter passed away. Later, Vivian posted on social media: [Finally taking that couples' trip someone promised me!] I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just texted Liam: [We're done.]

My health was not good, but I had always wanted a child. My husband, citing concern for my health, avoided intimacy with me for a year. Then I stumbled across his private messages with another woman. [You'll spend Valentine's Day with me, right? You're not going to touch her tonight, are you?] [You know I don't like doing it just to make babies. Got you some lingerie. Wear it for me tomorrow.] That ill-fitting lace lingerie he was talking about was on my body. I'd slipped it on while he was in the shower, thinking it was a Valentine's Day surprise from him. Turned out, he hadn't bought the wrong size. He had just sent it to the wrong address. I clicked on the woman's profile. Her latest video showed her at the beach, hand in hand with the person filming. I recognized her hand instantly. It belonged to my best friend.