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รวมเรื่องแซ่บชายหญิงทั้งเรื่องสั้นเรื่องยาว **หลายP** เน้นNC/SM จัดหนักจัดเต็มทุกตอน ทั้งวัยเรียนและวัยทำงาน เหมาะสำหรับคนชอบแนวฟิวกู๊ด พระนางคลั่งรัก อ่านง่าย ปล่อยใจปล่อยจอย อย่าลืมกดติดตามนักเขียนเอาไว้เพื่อไม่ให้พลาดความแซ่บบ ***เพราะนามปากกาเซย์รีส ไม่เคยทำให้ผิดหวังเรื่องความเสียว🔞🔞***

CRAZY MAFIA มาเฟียคลั่งไคล้..เมียเด็ก SM/NC25+++ “ไม่เคยคิดบ้างเหรอ ว่าสักวันเธอจะตั้งท้องลูกของฉัน“

Zasqia dan Surya berpacaran sejak mereka Sama-sama duduk di bangku kuliah, 7 tahun lamanya mereka memadu kasih, saling setia, 3 tahun yang lalu mereka harus berpisah sebab Zasqia dipindah tugas ke Cililin Bandung Jawa Barat sebagai kepala Bidan, selama LDR mereka baik-baik saja, Surya berjanji di bulan Desember akan melamar Zasqia sebab di bulan itu juga masa tugas Zasqia di Cililin selesai, sayangnya di bulan Oktober Zasqia menemukan bukti perselingkuhan Surya, bukan hanya selingkuh akan tetapi Surya bahkan sudah bertunangan dengan wanita lain. Zasqia patah hati dan memutuskan menemui Surya di kota Ngawi, dengan kereta api jurusan Bandung -Kertosono akhirnya Zasqia menemui Surya, mereka pergi berdua ke tempat rekreasi dengan tujuan untuk menyelesaikan masalah, sayangnya saat pertemuan Surya cemburu dengan dokter Ryan, dan menuduh Zasqia selingkuh dengan dokter Ryan, karena kalap Surya memperkosa Zasqia. Keesokan harinya Surya mengajak dokter Ryan dan Zasqia menemui kedua orang tuanya, untuk meminta ijin menikahi Zasqia, namun caci dan maki orang tua Surya berikan ke Zasqia. Dokter Ryan mengajak Surya ngobrol di luar rumah, mereka memutuskan berbicara di sebuah bukit, obrolan terjadi, dan Surya memutuskan untuk meninggalkan Zasqia dengan alasan takut kepada ayah dan bunda nya. Dokter Ryan emosi dan terjadilah duel diantara mereka berdua, melihat itu Zasqia mencoba melerai dan tidak berhasil, ahirnya Zasqia memutuskan untuk meninggalkan Surya dan dokter Ryan, naasnya Zasqia terpeleset dan jatuh, dengan kepala membentur batu, Zasqia meninggal di perjalanan. Dokter Ryan tidak bisa menerima kematian Zasqia, lalu dia membawa jenazah Zasqia ke rumah bapak Suganda, yang terkenal sebagai orang pintar, dan bisa menghidupkan jasad yang sudah mati, Zasqia hidup kembali, dan kini dia kembali untuk menuntut balas atas kematiannya. Bagaimana kisah selanjutnya? Apakah Zasqia bisa membalas dendam?. Dan siapakah Zasqia yang sekarang ini?.

As the upcoming tour approached, the dance troupe suddenly revoked my position as the lead dancer. Anxious to get an explanation in person, I lost my footing due to my distracted state and tumbled down the stairs. While enduring the sharp pain and preparing to call for emergency services, a notification popped up on my phone screen: “Redwood Dance Troupe: Welcome our new lead dancer, Averil Wells, and our generous sponsor, Julian Ford." The accompanying photo featured two smiling faces—my husband of seven years, whom I had secretly married, and his pampered mistress. Julian had his arm wrapped around Averil's waist as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Meanwhile, Averil clung to Julian's neck, her face radiating shyness and delight.

On the day Luke Smith attended his dear friend's funeral with his child, the media swarmed around me, questioning if I was the child's biological mother.Luke Smith, the high-society sensation, adored by all.For seven years, I was his secret lover, and how he spoiled me was the talk of the town.But eventually, he said, "Hazel, she's just a minor celebrity. What makes her think she can marry into the Smiths?"Indeed, his later wife, hailing from a prestigious lineage, epitomized grace and charm. Her only flaw was her inability to bear children.Facing eager reporters, I smiled, "I hardly know Mr. Smith. With that said, I wish him and his wife a lifetime of happiness and a joyful family."The news quickly went viral online.That very night, Luke Smith, disheveled and troubled, embarked on a long journey to San Anglos with his child.

After I announced my exit from the music industry, the public response was overwhelmingly positive. The only person who voiced his objection was my girlfriend's rumored lover, the up-and-coming songwriter Lucas Zacker. He put on a show of sincerity in front of a crowd of reporters. "It's all a misunderstanding. Matthew is an irreplaceable talent in the music industry. I sincerely hope he returns to the stage." I shut off my phone and turned a blind eye to his public plea. In my past life, one of my songs had been identical to his supposedly original single. As such, netizens accused me of plagiarism, cursing me and wishing death upon my family. Frustrated, I posted the entire creation process online, but it couldn't stand up to the timeline. His new song had been released ten minutes ahead of mine. Just because of the ten-minute difference, netizens sent me photoshopped mourning portraits of myself and even went so far as to come to my house and vandalize it with paint. The relentless cyberbullying went on for years, and it drove me into a deep depression. My parents exhausted their life savings trying to clear my name, only for crazed fans to set our house on fire, causing my parents to burn to death. In the end, when his song won an award, I jumped off a building. But who would have guessed that when I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the very day the new song was set to release.

I was a semi-retired actress, joining a divorce reality show with my billionaire husband. "I want a divorce." Facing the camera, I spoke calmly. Off-camera, Hector Sinclair frowned as he reviewed the scene with me. "You need to show more emotion when you say it. That’s what will get people talking, stir up discussion, and drive the views. "Otherwise, who’s going to believe you really want to divorce me? They’ll just think you’re acting again. “Use your head. I can’t guide you every step of the way." Yeah. To outsiders, I was nothing more than a pretty face—vain, shallow, and talentless. Meanwhile, he was a shrewd and cultured businessman, commanding a fortune worth billion. No one believed I would willingly give up the title of Mrs. Sinclair, not even Hector himself. However, he had no idea that this time, I meant it.

On the day of my wedding, the video I had painstakingly prepared was suddenly replaced with intimate photos of my fiancé and my foster sister, Lindsey Remmington. Within minutes, it hit the top of the trending list. Overnight, I, a celebrated actress, became the abandoned bride of a wealthy family and a public laughingstock. Just when I thought I'd reached rock bottom, Connor Presley, the heir of Elluel City's most powerful family and the boy I'd grown up with, returned from abroad. In front of flashing cameras, he knelt with a diamond ring and proposed, silencing every rumor and every sneer. After we married, we appeared inseparable, our affection the picture of perfection. The only flaw was his infertility—his condition made it nearly impossible for me to conceive. For three long years, I underwent countless rounds of IVF. At last, I became pregnant. Connor was overjoyed. To celebrate, he threw an extravagant party in honor of our long-awaited child. But in the middle of the revelry, one of his closest friends, drunk and unguarded, muttered in Russian, "Connor, you've gone too far. Just because Lindsey was afraid pregnancy would ruin her figure, you put the zygote into Rachel's body and let her carry the baby for you two? If she ever finds out the truth, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Connor's expression didn't waver. "This was Lindsey's only wish. I had to grant it," he replied coolly. "Besides, having a child with Lindsey has always been my dream. Only her child deserves to be the heir of the Presley family. The days ahead are long—I'll make it up to Rachel, eventually." I stood frozen, my body trembling uncontrollably. That night, I made an appointment for an abortion. When Connor stormed into the hospital, raging like a madman, I looked up at him with chilling calm and said, "I understand Russian."

Isla got pregnant but she was devastated as she had just broken up with her fiance due to a reason she didn't know about. She still decided to tell her fiance about their baby but she got the shock of her life. He wasn't the father of her child! Apparently, she had a one night stand with a stranger which she couldn't remember. Felix couldn't stop thinking about the girl he had a steamy night with and he was going to do everything to find her!

Back then, he was my everything. He was my childhood friend, my neighbor, and my teenage dream. I used my chance to confess my love to him on prom night, in front of everyone! It turned out he rejected me just because of the ridiculous reason that his type of girl was a supermodel. Seven years passed, and I still had not become what he wanted. My life had become even harder. I was getting too old to remain a model, and my boyfriend had cheated on me. Until one night, I met him again, my ex-crush. It was time to take revenge and make him beg for my love. A golden opportunity came when my new boss at the agency promised me the title of supermodel as long as I obeyed him. Unfortunately, there was no such thing as a free lunch. There was something I could not control in this dazzling fashion world. Did I really have to give up everything to achieve success, both in my career and in my love life? Could I have a brilliant career without sacrificing my romance? *** "Last night was a mistake," she sighed. "I thought you were commenting that last night was amazing," I teased with a smile. "Yes, last night was amazing, and yes, I admit it was the best sex I've ever had in my adulthood," she grunted, looking frustrated. Upon hearing that confession, my blood boiled. I rose from my chair and stood right next to her. She looked puzzled as I trapped her in the chair. I leaned down low. "Then don't say it was a mistake. Last night was the best thing I've ever had in my adulthood," I whispered in her ear.