Lock Your Heart

"หนู พรุ่งนี้เช้าเราไปจดทะเบียนสมรสกันนะ" เสียงทุ้มเอ่ยบอกคนบนอกพร้อมกับลูบหัวเบา ๆ "ฮะ!" "เฮียพูดว่า พรุ่งนี้เราไปจดทะเบียนสมรสกันนะ " "ขอเหตุผลที่เฮียคิดจะทำแบบนั้นได้มั้ยคะ" หญิงสาวเงยหน้าขึ้นถาม "...เพราะเฮียมั่นใจหนูไง เฮียเลยอยากให้หนูมั่นใจเฮียด้วย" "แล้วถ้าพีชไม่มั่นใจล่ะ??..

“Never again," Kelvin chokes out, his voice trembling, his gaze locked onto the haunting eyes that once stole everything from him. Tears blur his vision, but his resolve stands firm, he will not be devoured a second time. Once a bright, ambitious employee, Kelvin spiraled into a world he swore he'd never know, a world spun with lust, whispered secrets, and aching hunger. His boss, a man wrapped in power and temptation, tugged at the fraying threads of Kelvin’s soul, awakening a need he'd buried deep. But when Kelvin surrendered, when he tasted the truth hidden beneath the seduction, he recoiled in horror. This man, this polished billionaire, was no stranger. He was the boy who had shattered Kelvin's innocence, left him bleeding and broken in the ruthless hands of bullies. Now, he returned, cloaked in wealth and charm, seeking what he once destroyed. Where love festers, hatred blooms. Where passion ignites, betrayal sharpens its teeth. And from the shadows of their shared past, a darker enemy rises, thirsty for vengeance, eager to spill blood, and blind to whether either of them survives. Their reunion was never about love. It was about survival.

She's wild, I loathed it. She's well-heeled and famous. I can't get hold of it. She wants me, I'm getting used to it. Until she stopped wanting me. It terrified me. This story talks about how love melts a man's ego. Loving a man who thoroughly closes his heart for his dark past would need a rigid embrace from a woman's arm. Can love be enough weapon to break that wall?

Andre Simmons is a smoking hot billionaire Casanova with a flair for heartbreaking. Love has never been an option for Cleo. After having her heart broken one too many times, she closed herself off to the idea of 'love' and instead chose to have her fun by playing with men's feelings, like a playboy would women. Beautiful and a billionaire in her own right, finding a target was never an issue. When Cleo crossed paths with Andre, he only seemed to prove her point that men were nothing more than lying scums who deserved to be wiped off the face of the earth. So when both of them made a bet that they could make the other fall for them, Cleo was sure of only one thing; she wasn't going to lose. What happens though when Andre turns out to be different? What caused Cleo to hate men so much anyway? Who do you think wins the bet in the end? What happens when two players fall in love?

New York is not just a city.... It's a world.. And lost in that world are Liam and Sofia, each struggling through their own strangled lives until destiny brings them together.. But to be united they must go through a deadly rollercoaster ride as each confronts their fears ... liam must overcome his irrational fear and learn to embrace love while the biggest problem Sofia needs to overcome is not to give up on Liam...and well try to stay alive when all hell breaks loose! Will New York witness another epic love story with all the incumbent twists and turns?

Noah left me at the altar three times—for his precious Freya. First time? She threatened to jump off a building. Second? Said she was moving abroad. Third? Sent a text saying she was getting forced into some arranged marriage. Noah, usually Mr. Cool, freaked. Left a packed venue and turned me into a total joke. Again. I called him. "If you don't come back today, I'm marrying someone else." He laughed. "Freya's young. You're too old to be playing games, aren't you?" I clutched my phone, heart sinking. He knew Freya was bluffing. Still picked her. That's when I finally gave up. Later, after he'd calmed her down, he came looking for me. "Pick a new wedding date," he said, like it was no big deal. "It'll be even grander this time." A guy's voice cut through, smiling. "Sorry, man. Gotta get my wife on the plane."

'รักเเรกของเธอเกิดขึ้นท่ามกลางสายฝน ทว่าคนที่เธอเเอบรักกลับมีนิสัยเย็นชาไม่เหมือนชายหนุ่มจิตใจดีในคืนนั้นเลย คนที่เธอปักใจรักตั้งเเต่สบสายตากัน' ความรักที่เกิดขึ้นเพียงสบสายตา ย้อนกลับไปวันนั้น วันที่เธอได้บังเอิญเจอกับชายหนุ่มจิตใจดีที่เคยช่วยลูกหมาของเธอเอาไว้ เธอดีใจมากเมื่อรู้ว่าเขาก็เรียนอยู่ที่มหาลัยฯเเห่งนี้เหมือนกัน เเต่คิดว่าเขาคงจำเธอไม่ได้หรอก เพราะคืนนั้นทั้งมืดทั้งฝนตกเเถมเธอยังถือร่มเขาคงมองไม่เห็นหน้าตาของเธอเเบบชัดเจน ทว่าเธอกลับจำเขาได้ไม่เคยลืมเลือน เเละเธอก็ไปรู้มาว่าเขาเรียนอยู่คณะวิศวะ ปี 3 เป็นคนดังของมหาลัยฯที่ผู้หญิงมากมายต่างก็หมายปอง มีอยู่หลายครั้งที่เธอคอยเเอบมองเขาอยู่ห่าง ๆ จำได้วันนั้นที่เขาเเข่งฟุตบอลเธอก็ไปตามเชียร์ เเววตาของเธอมองเขาด้วยความภาคภูมิใจ เธอมีความสุขทุกครั้งที่ได้เห็นเขา คนที่เธอปักใจรักตั้งเเต่สบสายตากัน

On the day of my twenty-first birthday, I posted online: [I want a lollipop.] My childhood rival, who was overseas, dropped everything there and flew back. He showered and showed up at my doorstep. I vowed to savor lollipops more carefully from then on—they were simply too sweet. From that moment, even after I was exposed as a fake heiress, everyone in high society knew: Jonathan Chase wanted to marry me. When the Sterling family carried out their harsh punishment, the hundred lashes meant for me were almost entirely taken by him—ninety-nine of them, borne by his own body. When they locked me in the basement, with darkness closing in from all sides, his shouts each day became my only light. "Chloe, don't be afraid. I'll get you out," he promised. And he did. He really saved me. He also made me witness, with my own eyes, his magnificent wedding to the true heiress. The man who once couldn't bear to make me wait had, "for my sake", told me to wait three times. The first time was on his wedding day. Pain was etched into every line of his face. "Chloe, if I don't marry Eleanor, they'll never let you go. Wait for me for three years. Three years from now, I'll marry you." The second time was three years later. He looked at Eleanor's rounded belly, hesitation written all over his face. "Chloe… she's carrying my child. You'll have to wait a little longer." The third time was just yesterday. I was just a step away from his kid. He pushed me violently to the floor, his face tight with warning. "Chloe, can't you just wait? Why do you have to take it out on a kid?" Sunlight fell across the face that once loved me, now stripped of all its former warmth. "If that's how it is… then maybe it's time for me to leave too." I said inwardly.

Lupita is the most hated slave of the Night Meadow Pack. After getting rejected by her mate, the Alpha of her pack, a man who hates her for a reason unknown to her rejected his destined mate to mark Lupita as his. Lupita is now promoted from being the slave hated by all members of Night Meadow Pack to being the Luna of the same pack. Is this a happy ending for Lupita or a brutal beginning for her? Another Alpha of an allied pack visited her mate only to come to the conclusion that Lupita needed to be taken away from her mate. This Alpha would do anything to make Lupita his.

"sorry you really think that is all, you think that will end it, you think that is all we need for the pain and mistakes you did to us, cut your craps Tony you are nothing but an asshole" Micheal said angrily "yes Michael I really hope saying I am sorry for the pain and mistakes I made will end everything" Tony said softly