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ติ่งหลงเมนมันก็ธรรมดาปะ แต่เมนจะมาหลงติ่งไม่ได้ มันแหกกฏฟ้า! ……………………………………………………….. รักร้อนแรงที่เคยได้ดูแต่ในซีรีส์ ใครจะไปคิดล่ะ...ว่าจะได้เจอกับตัวเอง!?

“พี่ไม่ได้รักเธอ.....แต่พี่รักพี่สาวของเธอ” ………………………. "พี่ศิราไม่เคยยิ้มให้โลมาแบบนี้บ้างเลย" "เอะอะอะไรก็พี่ดาวตลอด" "เลิกหาเรื่องดาวได้แล้ว" "เธอโชคดีกว่าดาวทุกอย่าง มีแต่คนตามใจ อยากได้อะไรก็ได้ แม้แต่ชื่อก็ยังดีกว่า แล้วยังจะเอาอะไรอีก" "มันผิดหรอที่แม่กับพ่อตั้งชื่อให้โลมาว่าโลมา แล้วตั้งชื่อให้พี่ดาวว่าดาวทะเล" "มันคือความผิดของโลมางั้นหรอ" "ถ้าโลมาเกิดก่อน หรือ โลมา ชื่อว่าดาวทะเล พี่ศิรายังจะทำกับโลมาแบบนี้ไหม" "มันผิดที่ชื่อ หรือ.....แค่เพราะเป็นโลมาก็ผิดแล้ว" ……………………….

เจ้านายดีๆ ก็เหมือนรักแท้ หลายคนเชื่อว่ามี แต่น้อยคนนักที่จะได้เจอ.....ซึ่งเจ้านายของฉันไม่ใช่คนดี แต่เป็นพวกยันเดเระ! ************************** "ไอ้เจ้านายใจร้าย วาจาพิกลพิการฟังไม่รู้ความ จิตใจหยาบกระด้าง ไม่มีเมตตาข้าทาสบริวาร ดีแต่สั่งให้ฉันทำงานล่วงเวลาจนไม่เคยได้ไปเดท ไอ้แว่นสี่ตาน่ารำคาญ!" "แฮ่กๆๆๆ ขอดัดแปลงคำพูดจากละครเรื่องดังหน่อยเหอะ แฮ่กๆๆๆ" ฉันหอบหายใจแรงหลังจากระบายความอัดอั้นในใจตลอดเวลาห้าปีที่มีออกไปบนดาดฟ้ากว้างของบริษัทที่คิดว่าไร้ผู้คน "ฮืออออ ทำไมต้องสั่งให้ทำโอทีทุกครั้งที่มีเดทด้วยเนี่ย! ความสาววัยแรกแย้มกำลังค่อยๆ ถูกกลืนไปตามกาลเวลา ความตื่นเต้นเร้าใจค่อยๆ แห้งเหี่ยวลงทุกวัน" "เป็นแบบนี้แล้วเมื่อไหร่ฉันจะได้เสียซิงสักทีเนี่ย" เพราะความโมโหเลยพูดจาไปเรื่อยไปเปื่อย แต่ทว่าใครจะไปคิด ว่าพอพูดจบประโยคฉันก็ได้โดนสมใจ (T^T)

Maya Beckham was Oscar Francis's first love. After four long years abroad, she had assumed any feelings he once held for her had turned to dust. Yet when she returned to Elminas, he proposed. Everyone swore Maya was the love of his life—his one true love, his everything. Touched beyond words, she finally gathered the courage to say yes. …Until the day she discovered Oscar secretly marrying her half-sister, Diana Beckham. She stormed toward him like a woman possessed, her voice trembling with rage. "Explain." Oscar met her fury with infuriating calm. "You vanished without a word four years ago. Diana stayed. Now she's dying—this is her last wish. How could I refuse?" Maya's lips curled into a faint, unreadable smile. What Oscar didn't know? She was the one diagnosed with a difficult illness back then. Later, Maya got into an accident and forgot Oscar entirely. Oscar broke down. Day after day, he pounded on her door like a madman, begging her to remember.

Herbert Fischer lets his precious childhood sweetheart dump scalding stew all over me as everyone watches. Worse, he tells me to apologize, all because I said one harsh sentence to her. Tears stream down my face as I ask him, "Is my life worth less than a hair on her head?" He snorts. "Stop overthinking. It's just hot stew—you won't die from a few burns."

Ang life trial system na “If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It” ay sumabog sa eksena na parang isang naglalakbay na circus na nagpapangako ng magagandang bagay. Ang ideya ay plain. “Kung sa tingin mo ang buhay ng ibang tao ay magulo at tingin mo kaya mong mas gawin ito ng maganda, sige at patunayan mo. May reward na naghihintay kung magawa mo.” Bago ko mapagtanto, ang buong pamilya ko na tinuturing akong hanggal sa gitna ng palabas. Nandyan ang ina ko, nangangarap na gawin akong inahin. Ang asawa ko, na naglaan ng mga taon umiiwas sa nararapat na hati ng bigat ng pamilya. At ang anak kong lalaki, naaawa pag nakikita ako. Tinulak nila ako sa “judgement seat” na para bang kontrabida sa isang kwento. Bawat isa sa kanila ay sumumpa, sa pwesto ko, maayos nila ang buhay ko kaysa sa kaya ko. Ang pusta? Well, kung magawa nila ito, ang consciousness ko ay mabubura—mawawala, binura na parang pagkakamali sa chalkboard—at gagawin nilang personal na katulong. Dagdag pa dito, maglalakad sila palayo ng may isang milyong dolyar. Pero kung hindi nila magawa? Kung gayon ako ang siyang makakakuha ng tatlong milyong dolyar. Ngayon iyan ay pustahang kaabang abang, hindi ba?

My brother and I get into a car accident. My heart is ruptured—I need emergency surgery. But my mother, the hospital director, calls every available doctor… to my brother's room. He only has a few scrapes, yet she orders a full-body scan for him while I lie there bleeding out. I beg her to help me, but she snaps, visibly annoyed, "Can't you stop fighting for attention for once? Your brother almost injured a bone!" In the end, I die on the operating table. But after the news of my death breaks, my mother, who has always hated me, completely loses her mind.

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Full name: Peachie Royal Nickname: Peach Age:18 Birthday: OCTOBER 10, 2002 Zodiac: Libra Height: 5'2 Most embarrassing moment: Peach is a Romance writer who doesn't believe in romance. Okay, she will admit it that she does believe in fairytales once in her lifetime. But sadly the prince charming who she thought will save her just left her! Who would have thought that her prince charming wouldn't choose her? That day she swore that she would not fall for a man with a prince's name. But destiny decided to become playful because a man named prince Caspian Sevastian just shook her life. Oh no!... what about her curse?! Is she going to break the curse spell just to love again?

The life trial system "If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It" burst onto the scene like a traveling circus promising wonders. The idea was plain enough: "If you reckon someone's life is a mess, and you think you can do better, go ahead and prove it. There's a reward waiting if you do." Before I knew it, my whole family had me pegged for the fool in the middle of the show. There was my mother, dreaming of turning me into some grand goose; my husband, who'd spent years dodging his rightful share of the family load; and my son, mortified by the very sight of me. They shoved me onto the "judgment seat" like I was the villain of the tale. Every last one of them swore up and down that, given my place, they'd manage my life better than I ever could. The stakes? Well, if they pulled it off, my consciousness would be erased—gone, wiped out like a mistake on a chalkboard—and turned into their personal servant. On top of that, they'd waltz off with a cool million dollars. But if they couldn't? Then I'd be the one raking in three million dollars. Now that's a gamble for the ages, isn't it?