Lemon Score

Bagaikan benalu yang mendarah daging di hati, masa lalu yang pahit terus menggerus jiwa Beby. Seperti traumatik atas pengkhianatan yang dirasakan Dewa, menjadikan ia mati rasa. Tapi, bagaimana jadinya jika mereka bertemu dan saling mengingatkan betapa pedih dan sesaknya masa lalu? "Tidak ada kesamaan apapun dalam dirinya, tapi kenapa aku gelisah?" - Dewa. "Melihatnya membuatku mengingatmu, tapi ini terasa berbeda," - Beby

Quinn is everything I’ve ever wanted and never deserved. She’s the best friend, the best person, I’ve known in my entire life. Problem is, there’s always someone between us: Nate, our other friend. I know Quinn's heart is mine, but she cares for him, too. Oh, and then there’s my other love-football. With all of these obstacles, sometimes it feels like Quinn and I will never find our happy ending. But I’m not giving up on us. Contains sexual scenes and explicit content; recommended for those 18 and over.KEEPING SCORE is created by TAWDRA KANDLE, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

พี่สายฟ้าที่มะนาวเคยเจอ ไม่ใช่คนเดิมอีกต่อไป คนใจดีคนน่ารักคนนั้นหายไปไหน 🍋มะนาวหรือแอลลี่ สาวสวยเซ็กซี่ เป็นลูกครึ่ง ไทย สิงคโปร์ อังกฤษ คุณปู่ของเธอเป็นเพื่อนรักของคุณตาพี่สายฟ้า อายุ20ปี สูง 170 เธอเรียนแล้วก็ฝึกพูดภาษาไทย นิสัย ตรงไปตรงมา ฉลาด กล้าหาญ ชอบความท้าทาย เธอตกหลุมรักพี่สายฟ้า ⚡️สายฟ้า⚡️หนุ่มนักเรียนนอก มารับช่วงต่อกิจการโรงแรมของคุณตา หล่อ รวยมาก สูง185 นิสัยเจ้าชู้ ปากหวาน เอาใจเก่ง ใช่เงินซื้อทุกอย่าง มะนาวคือไทป์เขาตั้งแต่แรกเจอ แต่มีเหตุให้เขาต้องเข้าใจผิดน้อง ทำให้เขาเกลียดเธอ แม้แต่ชื่อมะนาวของเธอ ที่คุณมี้ของเขาเป็นคนตั้งให้เขาก็ห้ามเธอใช้ชื่อนั้นอีก

เมื่อกำลังจะได้หนุ่มเจ้าชู้เป็นพี่เขย น้องสาวสุดแสบจึงต้องออกตัวแรงเพื่อขัดขวางสุดความสามารถ...

On the day I'm supposed to pick up my bride for the wedding, Tracie Mayer, my supposed wife-to-be as well as the heiress of the Mayer family, is replaced by Jayne Cooper, a widowed fishmonger. Everyone in the groom's party laughs and makes fun of me. "Since when are you this thirsty? You don't mind women who have already given birth before, huh?" "I can't believe the heir of the Reeve family is about to marry a widowed fishmonger! Everyone's going to be tickled pink once word gets out!" My family driver's son, Everett Huffman, provokes me on the spot. "This is for treating me like a lowly servant and ordering me to drive you around! That's why Adeline and Tracie decided to avenge me on your big day!" Realization dawns on me immediately. My older sister, Adeline Reeve, and Tracie are standing up for Everett by putting me down. As I turn to stare at Adeline with red-rimmed eyes, she replies nonchalantly, "It's just a wedding ceremony. Endure it like a tough guy you are. "You and Tracie will still get married. We won't let you marry a widowed fishmonger for real."

A month before the SATs, I, Jenny Reid, could see my score. Literally. It was just floating right above my head. But there was a catch. Every time I cracked open a prep book, my score would drop by ten points. But if I skipped a day of school? It jumped right back up by ten. So, I played the system. For a whole month, I barely lifted a finger. And on the day of the test, the number glowing over my head was a solid 1560. When the scores finally dropped online… I'd scored a 500. And the 1560? That was my little sister Patricia's score. My parents lost it. As punishment, they got me a grueling night-shift job at a local electronics factory. That first night, a bunch of guys I'd never seen before cornered me in the parking lot and beat me half to death. Fading in and out of consciousness, I heard my sister's voice right by my ear. "You just had to one-up me, didn't you? Thought you were so smart… but you never figured out I was the one controlling that number over your head." The truth hit me like a physical blow. The score had been her trick all along. I opened my eyes—and I was back. One month before the SATs. The number above my head read exactly 1300. "Hey," my sister said, all fake sweetness. "Want to study together tonight? We can go over the practice tests." I looked at the stack of papers in my own hands. Without a word, I pulled out my lighter and set them on fire right there in the driveway. "Exams are coming," I said, watching the flames. "I'm not studying." My score ticked up to 1310. My sister's face was this perfect mask of disappointment, but the second I turned away, I caught the sly smile she couldn't quite hide. She had no idea… the real performance, the one I'd been rehearsing just for her, was finally about to begin.

Alya adalah perempuan berusia dua puluh tujuh tahun yang energik dan periang, single sejak lahir terdesak oleh usia untuk segera menikah. Merasa telah membuang masa mudanya dengan percuma, ia bertekad untuk menikah dengan laki-laki yang berprofesi sebagai dokter, arsitek atau pengusaha dari keluarga konglomerat karena tak mau kalah dari sepupu-sepupunya yang menikah dengan keluarga konglomerat. Ia sudah cukup malu ketika selalu datang seorang diri ke acara resepsi pernikahan, bahkan sepupunya sempat menawarkannya kepada beberapa rekan bisnis suaminya, seolah-olah ia tak mampu menemukan belahan jiwanya saja. Leo adalah pengusaha muda, Co-CEO AHA Architect yang baru berdiri tiga tahun lalu. Laki-laki berdarah campuran itu memilih untuk hidup sendiri, ia tak ingin menikah, setidaknya hingga detik ini ia belum menemukan seseorang yang mampu membujuknya untuk menikah. Baginya perempuann untuk dikencani, bukan dinikahi.

I am about to book a room at a hotel owned by Luca Conti, a consigliere under my command, when a sharp voice suddenly cuts in from behind me. "Aspetta. That's not your price." I turn around. A woman wearing a manager's badge stands there with her arms crossed, scrutinizing me as if I am an unsightly stain she can't wait to wipe away. "We don't allow prostitution here," she says coolly. "If you're receiving clients, there will be a fine." As she speaks, she hands me a penalty notice. The charges are clearly listed on the paper. "Illegal guest reception fee: 350 thousand dollars. "Special soundproofing fee: 150 thousand dollars. "Special cleaning fee: 100 thousand dollars. "Total fee: 600 thousand dollars." Receiving clients? I have simply come straight from a Mafia cocktail party without changing clothes—that's all. What exactly does she take me for?" I lift my gaze and answer evenly, "You're mistaken. I am not that kind of person. You can contact the hotel owner, Luca Conti, and ask him who I am." A sneer flickers through Sofia Rossi's eyes. She spits to the side, full of contempt. "Still claiming you are not a puttana? Women like you come here every week. Every single one of them swears she knows him. "Our boss is the consigliere to the Russo family, the most powerful Mafia family in Seneriffe. Do you really think he needs someone cheap like you? "I suggest you pay up now, subito, before your client loses patience and drags you into the street and rapes you." I do not waste another word on her. I take out my phone and send a message directly to my secretary, Marco Bianchi. "Notify Luca. Either this manager, Sofia Rossi, disappears from this city, or he does."

I'm on track to be a top student, but I end up taking the SAT twice. The first time, I score high enough to get into Westbridge University. The second time, my score qualifies me for Northfield University. Each time, I score over 1500. Yet when the admissions teams see my name, not a single school admits me. At first, I think it must be some kind of background check, certain they've found something in my record. But my parents are honest, hardworking people. They've never broken the law. They wouldn't even harm a fly. So I try a third time. My SAT score is 1580, and my GPA is still perfect. This time, I apply to Crestwood University, thinking I finally have it in the bag. The Crestwood University admissions officer arrives full of cheer, but the moment he sees my name, he freezes, immediately realizing there is no way I will be accepted. I rack my brain, trying to figure out what is wrong with my name. Why does seeing it make every school hesitate, even though my scores are perfect?

When NHL superstar Thane Slade suffers a brutal fall during the Stanley Cup Finals, he doesn’t just lose his career—he loses his name, his future, and the life he thought was untouchable. Then Madison Wallace walks into his hospital room. A quiet nurse with storms behind her eyes, Madison is undocumented, out of options, and hiding wounds deeper than the ones she’s paid to heal. She’s not supposed to get attached—even if she’s been his biggest fan. And he’s not supposed to care—not for anyone, especially not her. But somewhere between the silence and the scars, something dangerous blooms. Something real. Her secret could get her deported. His could destroy them both. And when love grows where lies once stood, one mistake shatters everything. By the time Thane learns the truth… Madison is gone.