Komik Head Over Heels

Lost from a tragic event that sends him into a world of loneliness and pain, tabloid's king, Darien Quin battles with his inner demons and the pain of loosing his lover, until fate smiles at him with a seemingly lookalike of the girl he once and still loves, in place of his new assistant. Slowly, he finds himself falling for the innocent little woman, whose life is as peaceful and character as innocent as that of his past lover's. Each moment with her draws and dawns on him a realization that seems unreal. Each moment with her boss gives her memories she doesn't recognize. Who is he and what are these unfamiliar memories?

Naomi knew it was wrong to spend the night with a stranger in another city. But something told her she could trust him. She ended up having a passionate one night stand with him only to discover he lied about his identity and status....

หึงเกินเพื่อน หวงเกินแฟน แต่สุดท้ายบอก… ‘กูไม่เอาเพื่อนทำเมีย’ อีกคนดีใจหางกระดิกเมื่อเพื่อนเลิกกับแฟน หงอยเป็นหมาเมื่อเพื่อนมีคนคุยใหม่ สถานะของใจคือ คนรักในความลับ ฉันรักแกมากกว่าเพื่อนมาตั้งนานแล้ว. ไม่มีใครรู้หรอก เพราะฉันซ่อนไว้ดี… อยู่ในแอคไอจีลับ ที่เต็มไปด้วยรูปและโมเมนต์ของ ‘เพื่อนสนิท’ ที่ฉันคิดไม่ซื่อ💔

On the day of the wedding, my best friend, Elena Hartman, can't bear to part with me, so she threads my wedding shoes with a string and ties them snugly around her slim waist. The groomsmen turn the whole place upside down, and we end up late for the ceremony. She eventually cracks up and tugs at her billowy bridesmaid dress, revealing the outline of the shoes at her waist. "I dare you to come take them. As long as I'm here, she's not getting married!" My fiancé, Miles Lawson, shakes his head and chuckles. "You just love tormenting us, don't you?" Miles exchanges a look with the groomsmen, and they charge at her at the same time. She squeals as she falls back onto the bed, squirming under her layers of tulle. "Don't be so rough! I'm ticklish…" The groomsmen flush bright red. Miles' ears turn scarlet as he feels around her waist. She giggles even louder. "How are you going to undo it through all these layers? Use your head!" Then, she gasped. "That tickles!" Her theatrics make my temper flare. I spring to my feet, lift her skirt, and rip the wedding shoes right off her. "If you're that ticklish, smack yourself with a slipper. Drop the act, or I'll yank out the nerves that make you ticklish!"

Clarissa's life has always been a little bit messed up. From her job as the county's assistant coroner to continuously trying to maintain balance - she's just about to wear out. Two dead bodies and a "gift" would be all she needs to completely lose control and break the balance she has struggled to maintain for the past right years. But when an obsessed serial killer threatens to send her six feet under - Clarissa needs to wear her scars like armors and fight back. She's not about to let some witty serial killer mess her up even more, or is she?

Brandon Garcia made a biggest mistake of his life. He hurt and ruined the only woman that love him so much at the very crucial time of their relationship. He regretted his decision but he couldn't undo things that happened already. Feeling down and rejected she ran away from him. And now after four long years their path crosses again. She changed. Not the same Candice he used to know before. He realized that he love her still. But for her he was just a forgotten past.

It never crossed Danielle's mind that she would cross paths with her arch-rival, Karl, a business mogul in Northtide. Sparks flew but in more ways than one. One day, a reporter asked during an interview, "Mr. Burt, on behalf of the women, what is an ideal woman to you?" "Someone like my wife." Thus, Karl's secret marriage to Danielle spread across the world.

When I see someone asking for help in an assignment related to the entrepreneur course on the college forum, I join the group chat using a student account. I even help refine several financial models and market strategies because of my job's nature. Everyone in the group chat is excited, to say the least. Every day, they keep calling me a genius while urging me to improve the details of the whole assignment. Two months later, the assignment's quality is very close to perfection. But the group chat suddenly goes silent. I scroll through the chat history out of curiosity, only to find out that the students have already created another group chat. "That senior isn't an official teammate of ours. Let's not tell her about us using this assignment for an upcoming competition." "Precisely! Our names are the only ones on the list! She'd better not steal the credit during tomorrow's finals!" "With one less person involved, we each get an additional tens of thousands of dollars' worth of rewards!" As I look at the screen, I just let out a soft chuckle. It appears that this isn't an assignment at all. But unfortunately for these students, I happen to be one of the judges sitting at the judging station tomorrow.

Karin Ruiz prepared herself for a day with her box of gift for the goal to confess her feeligs to Aspen Medina but sadly, she got rejected right away. She could not easily move on until an unexpected stranger approached her with an offer to play a bet. Karin decided to accept a bet collaboration with that stranger but she didn't know that in order to win, she must make someone fall for her. Who was this someone that must fall for Karin? Was he this good enough that Karin even accepted the game of betting? Will Karin win that guy?

Taking his place on the throne, the King crowned his golden girl his queen. I, on the other hand, was granted two choices—retire from court with a hefty fortune or be his kept mistress in the dark. Choosing neither, I hung myself on the clothesline right outside the laundress quarters. I had been sent back twenty years in time, tasked by the System to conquer four targets. I’d just blown the last target and my final chance to complete the quest. The System notified me that following the death of my flesh, my consciousness would return to the modern world, back to the arms of my family. Just as I closed my eyes, the desperate cries of my name caught my attention.