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I shook my head as a dark chuckle escaped my lips. “I’m not her, Dimitri, can’t you see it? I will never be her,” My voice shook as I spoke, tears threatening to spill. Dimitri ran his fingers through his hair in distress. His usual cold demeanor slipping away as he walked towards me and grabbed me by my shoulder. I felt his fingers on my chin, forcing me to look at him. I swallowed. “You don’t understand, Dimitri,” My voice came out as a whisper. “You are in love with that woman. Not me. It has-it has never been me,” “I know who I want, Val and that person is you,” *** For years, Valeria Moore had lived her life as a substitute lover to Dimitri. She believed one day, he would see her for who she is and not as his lost mate who had the same face as her. But when Dimitri announced his engagement to Summer Wood, Val knew she couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to cut all ties with him but now, Dimitri wasn’t ready to let her go. Not when he just realized she was pregnant for him.

In the seventh year of our marriage, I caught Nolan Garrison kissing his secretary at a bar. He called me shortly after I walked away. "It was just a friendly kiss! What’s with the attitude?" he snapped through the phone. I could hear his friends in the background teasing him and saying that I would be madly jealous while pleading for him not to leave me tonight as usual. Before hanging up, Nolan warned me that he wouldn’t come home if I didn’t apologize. However, I wasn’t bothered by his threat. I didn’t care if he decided to come home or get a divorce. Three minutes later, I posted an update on my social media: “Prioritize self-love and grant others the freedom they seek.”

Genevieve Cloepfil is a 26-year-old magazine journalist who works for a prominent publishing company run by Conrad Easton, the CEO. When Genevieve's 27th birthday arrived, she found herself at a highly reputable and elite strip club with Feliza, where a certain male stripper captured her interest. She was intoxicated, fueled by alcohol. And she was careless and naughty. Feeling her full energy and neediness. She has fully lost her mind as she reacts to every kiss, touch, and pleasure. She enjoyed an intimate evening with him. He was, unbeknownst to her, her boss.

Sinopsis: Penginapan tua di sebuah desa kecil memiliki satu kamar yang terkenal angker, yaitu Kamar Nomor 13. Kamar ini menyimpan sejarah kelam, di mana seorang tamu pernah ditemukan tewas dengan wajah ketakutan, dan sejak itu berbagai kejadian mistis sering terjadi. Seorang pemuda bernama Damar, yang tidak percaya akan cerita-cerita mistis, memutuskan untuk menyewa kamar tersebut. Namun, malam itu berubah menjadi mimpi buruk saat Damar mengalami serangkaian kejadian aneh—suara bisikan, bayangan hitam menyeramkan, dan perasaan terjebak dalam kamar itu. Saat mencoba melarikan diri, Damar menyadari bahwa ia selalu kembali ke kamar yang sama, seolah-olah ruangan itu tak mengizinkannya pergi. Keesokan harinya, Damar menghilang tanpa jejak, meninggalkan sebuah pesan misterius. Kamar Nomor 13 tetap menjadi misteri yang tak terpecahkan, dipercaya sebagai tempat roh penasaran yang menjebak para tamu yang nekat masuk ke dalamnya.

Mom dies of rage when she discovers that the bride at my wedding has become Nelly Johnson, Harvey Fisher's business partner. My wedding turns into Mom's funeral the moment she breathes her last breath. Despite that, Harvey insists that the ceremony continue as planned. He even orders me to put the wedding ring on Nelly's finger. "Hurry up and put it on! I'll explain everything to you tonight!" he snarls. I ignore him and leave the hotel with Mom's body in my arms. The wedding ends with a banging success at 8:00 pm. Nelly updated her social media with a post that's liked by tens of thousands of people. "I've finally married the light of my life! I'd like to thank a certain homewrecker for leaving after remembering her place." Harvey updates his social media with a similar post. "Those who are unworthy don't deserve to be loved." I like both their posts in the ice-cold morgue. I comment, "I wish you two a lifetime of happiness." Then, I head home with Mom's ashes. When I enter the house, I see Harvey holding Nelly tightly while making out with her.

“สวิงของต้นกับอ้อ” ถูกเขียนขึ้นในวันที่ 10 เดือนมิถุนายน ปี พ.ศ. 2555 โดยลงในเว็บไซต์ Sudswing ที่ปัจจุบันปิดตัวถาวรไปนานแล้ว แต่เชื่อว่ายังอยู่ในความทรงจำของใครหลาย ๆ คน ซึ่งหากนับเวลาแล้วก็ครบรอบ 13 ปี พอดี ณ วันที่กำลังเริ่มต้นลงฉบับพิเศษของนิยายเรื่องนี้ โดยมีการปรับปรุงเนื้อหาในแต่ละตอนให้สมบูรณ์มากยิ่งขึ้น รวมถึงการรวมตอนพิเศษและตอนที่หายไปเอามาไว้ในเรื่องนี้ สำหรับไรต์แล้ว “สวิงของต้นกับอ้อ” คือลูกคนโตและลูกรักที่นำพาให้ไรต์ก้าวมาเป็นนักเขียนอย่างเต็มตัวในนิยายสายอีโรติกแนวสวิงกิ้ง NTR, Cuckold, 3P, นิยายแนวเมียสาวเหงารัก รวมถึงแนวที่สามีอยากเห็นภรรยาของตัวเองไปมีอะไรกับชายอื่น ยังไงขอฝากนิยาย “สวิงของต้นกับอ้อ” ฉบับครบรอบ 13 ปีนี้ เอาไว้ให้นักอ่านได้ติดตามกันด้วย ขอบคุณสำหรับทุกการสนับสนุนที่ทำให้ไรต์ยังคงเดินต่อไปได้บนถนนสายตัวอักษรนี้ครับ

Sa buhay maraming beses kang magmamahal pero may isang taong hindi mo makakalimutan. Isang taong mag-iiwan ng marka sa puso mo. Hindi man siya ang makakatuluyan mo pero mananatili siyang parte ng buhay mo. Bata pa lang, pangarap na ni Ava na balang araw, maiahon niya ang kanyang pamilya sa kahirapan. Nagsumikap siyang mag-aral para matupad ang pangarap na 'yon. Ngunit ganoon na lang pagkasira ng lahat nang makilala niya ang lalaking magpapa-ibig at wawasak sa kanyang puso. She felt tired, devastated, betrayed and heartbroken after malaman na ang lalaking pinagbigyan niya ng lahat-lahat ay pinaglaruan lang pala siya. How do you forgive someone who has caused you pain? How do you forgive someone who never asked for forgiveness? Is love strong enough to let go and forgive?

"Dasar wanita jalang! Kamu tidak pantas untuk hidup, kamu harus mati! Mati! Mati!" Terdengar sumpah serapah dari dalam sebuah rumah mewah yang berada di dekat sebuah perkebunan karet. "Tidak! Tidak! Jangan, saya tidak bersalah. Jangan bunuh saya, tolong jangan bunuh saya," pinta seorang wanita muda sambil mengesot menjauh. "Jangan lari kau, Jalang! Perempuan sundal sepertimu itu lebih baik menjadi penghuni neraka," caci seorang lelaki pada seseorang. Sebastiaan menatap puas tembok di depannya yang kini sudah berubah warna dengan semburat warna merah. Lelaki itu tertawa sambil memiringkan bibirnya seraya bergumam sendiri. "Sudah kubilang, jangan pernah berani bermain api denganku jika kau ingin selamat. Tapi, sayangnya kau tak percaya dengan semua ucapanku. Kau sudah kubereskan, tinggal laki-laki yang sudah berani menyentuhmu itu saja lagi yang harus kuselesaikan." Semenjak kejadian itu, suasana perkebunan itu menjadi suram dan mencekam, terlebih ketika rumah itu dijadikan tempat tinggal seorang resesi Perang Dunia II beserta istrinya dan pada akhirnya ditemukan sudah membusuk di dalam rumah itu, tidak ada satupun yang berani berbuat macam-macam meskipun hanya sekedar bercanda. Hingga berpuluh tahun kemudian, ketika ada serombongan kecil mahasiswa yang datang karena ingin mendaki gunung dan malah tersesat di rumah milik Sebastiaan Van de Kroft tersebut dan tidak bisa keluar lagi Suasana mencekam begitu terasa di rumah itu, terlebih saat satu per satu dari mereka harus menerima berbagai teror yang membahayakan nyawa.

York Langston locked me up for six months. Word on the street was he dropped over 100 million to buy me my own private island. Security here? Tight enough to rival the White House. Even a bird that flew past the area would get shot down on sight. But what nobody knew… All that luxury people envied? To me, it was just a gilded cage. It wasn't until he found a woman who looked almost like me that his interest began to fade. One day, she stormed the island with a gang at her back while he was away. She slashed my tendons and carved up my face with a blade before locking me inside a cage with a rabid dog. I was barely breathing by the time York finally found me. "York, this woman thought she could fool you by imitating me? She must be a spy! You'll have to flay her alive if you want her to talk!"

After being reborn, I decided to write my sister's name on the marriage application. This time, I would help Sebastian Holt achieve his wishes. In this lifetime, I took the lead—I let my sister wear the wedding dress first and put the engagement ring on her finger. I personally orchestrated every encounter between Sebastian and my sister. When he took her to the capital city, I headed to Southport University without a second thought. In my previous life, even when I was over 50 years old, he and our son still knelt before me, begging for a divorce. This time, I would fulfill his final romantic destiny with my sister. Living this second life, all I wanted was to spread my wings and soar high, free from love's entanglements.