Mad Honey Synopsis

We had been married for three years, yet my husband, Richard Thornton, who suffered from touch deprivation syndrome, still refused to consummate our marriage. Every time his condition flared up, he would only press his forehead tightly against the curve of my neck. I assumed he was saving himself for his first love, the woman who had left years ago. Then, I overheard him talking to his friends. "Stop teasing her next time. It makes her tense up every time." "Got it, Richard. But if you care about Valeria so much, why won't you touch her? It's been three years. Aren't you worried she'll leave you for someone else?" Richard shook his head. "You don't understand. The longer we're together, the harder it is to control myself around her. She's so delicate. I'm terrified I'll hurt her. As long as she's mine, I wouldn't care even if she slept with someone else first." His friends burst out laughing. "Richard, you're all talk. If you could really handle her being with another man, you wouldn't keep running to the hospital. You think we don't know what you're up to?" The next day, I found Richard's medical records. Visit after visit, he kept asking the same question, "How can I be gentler in bed? I don't want to hurt the woman I love."

My son, Jasper Cole, won the gold prize in an art competition. When I took off my apron and rushed to the award ceremony, I found that the painting titled 'Mother' was not of me but Maeve Leighton, my husband's secretary. Maeve pretended to be troubled as she told my son, "Your mom will be sad when she sees this painting." However, Jasper was unperturbed. "What does her sadness have to do with me? She's an ordinary-looking and incompetent housewife, always nagging me about what I can and can’t do. She's too strict with me. It's annoying! Maeve, I wish you were my mother. My dad doesn't like my mom at all. He's only happy when he's with you. He's only with my mom because he feels obligated." My heart broke at that moment. Since he no longer wanted me as his mother, it was pointless for me to stay. I called my dad. "Dad, I want to go home. Can you pick me up?" My dad could not believe it. He answered after a long pause, "Of course. I'll come pick up my brilliant daughter in three days."

#คะนิ้ง ความบริสุทธิ์ที่หวงแหนวันนี้เธอกลับพลาดท่าให้กับใครก็ไม่รู้ เขาคิดว่าเงินซื้อได้ทุกอย่างแม้กระทั่งความบริสุทธิ์ เป็นความคิดที่น่ารังเกียจ มันคือความผิดพลาดที่ยากจะลืม แต่เมื่อเวลาผ่านไปเรื่องเลวร้ายที่เคยเกิดขึ้นก็เลือนลางหายจากความทรงจำ เธอจำไม่ได้แล้วว่าหน้าตาไอ้โรคจิตนั่นเป็นยังไง แต่โชคชตาก็ได้เล่นตลกโดยการทำให้เธอกลับมาเจอกับเขาอีกครั้ง….ผู้ชายคนแรกที่ไม่เต็มใจให้เป็น “จะ..จะ...จะ...ทำอะไร” “จำไม่ได้...?” “นะ..หนู...หนู เคยเจอพี่หรอคะ” “หึ!! จำผัวตัวเองไม่ได้เหรอหื้ม ลืมง่ายจัง” เธอสะตั้นกับคำนั้นไปชั่วขณะ ผะ…ผัว ผัวงั้นหรอ เหตุการณ์เมื่อหลายเดือนก่อนมันเริ่มผุดเข้ามาในหัวอีกครั้ง เรื่องย่อ #คลิส หนุ่มมาเฟียเจ้าสำราญ เพราะเคยถูกผู้หญิงที่ชอบปฏิเสธจึงไม่คิดจะจริงจังกับใครอีก เขาใช้ชีวิตอย่างคาสโนว่าที่เปลี่ยนผู้หญิงขึ้นเตียงไปวันๆ และไม่เคยมีสักครั้งที่จะถูกใจหรืออยากผูกมัดผู้หญิงคนไหนเอาไว้ เพราะเขาคือเสือที่ไม่เคยปราณีเหยื่อ จนกระทั่งความคิดนั้นเปลี่ยนไปเมื่อได้เจอผู้หญิงที่ถูกใจ แววตาของเธอมันเหมือนแววตาของผู้หญิงคนหนึ่งที่เคยปฏิเสธความรักจากเขา ต่างกันแค่ใบหน้า แววตาคู่นั้นทำหัวใจที่เคยด้านชาของเขากลับมามีความรู้สึกอีกครั้ง หลังจากจบเรื่องที่ขมขื่นเธอก็จากไปโดยไม่เอ่ยลา ทิ้งไว้แค่บัตรนักศึกษาที่บังเอิญทำหล่นเอาไว้ นั่นคือจุดเริ่มต้นของการตามหาตัวเพื่อจะพาเธอกลับมารับข้อเสนอที่คนเจ้าเล่ห์อย่างเขาต้องการจะผูกมัด คือความต้องการ ความโหยหาและความบริสุทธิ์…

On my birthday, one of my husband’s subordinates leaned close to him and whispered in Russian, “Sasha has a surprise prepared for you tonight.” My husband smiled at me as he finished cutting my cake. Then, in the same language, he replied, “She has quite a few tricks in bed. I’ll see her later. “Just don’t let Madam find out, or I’m afraid I’ll get thrown out.” Everyone around laughed and assured keep it quiet. None of them knew that I’d been fluent in multiple languages since I was a child. What they also didn’t know was that I’d found the hidden phone he kept in the false drawer, where all the filthy videos of him and Sasha were saved. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I contacted a few remaining connections in the Vegas and had them prepare a new identity for me. In three days, Claire Vega would no longer exist, and he would never have me again.

Warning: This novel has mature content meant for adults who likes smut, raw and unfiltered words. if you're a lover of romance, forbidden love and dark secrets this is for you. ******* "Brother, I'm pregnant with our child" "Get rid of it it would be too shameful for people to hear, how could you not know contraceptive? what a shame " The man said coldly as he stormed out of the room leaving behind the stunned Clarissa.

“From the cursed princess no one wanted… to the warrior queen every kingdom fears.” Branded, cursed, and discarded by her family, Princess Evelyn is forced into servitude, only to discover her mate is none other than the ruthless King Arkan. Hope turns to agony when he betrays her, binding himself to another and reducing her to a pawn. Pregnant and hunted, Evelyn escapes, but the prophecy follows her: "A woman’s blood will change the fate of kingdoms." In a world ruled by lies, betrayal, and war, Evelyn must rise from victim to warrior. To save her child and herself, she will face kings, monsters, and her own broken heart. Survival is no longer enough... victory is.

Closing the door shut, I exhaled lowly and turned around to make a dash into the room when my eyes met with a pair of raging fireballs glaring into my soul. How come he is here? I made sure to lock the door. “And you think that a wooden door is strong enough to prevent me from meeting my mate?” He answered my unsaid question, his tone strident and laced with pure rage making me cower back. But still, I mustered up courage and shot him a defiant look. “And I made it clear to you that I don’t accept you as my mate,” I spoke confidently while looking straight into his eyes. My breath hitched when I noticed his eyes darkening. He was clearly pissed by my protest but I stood my ground. Taking a deep breath I continued, “Listen, I can’t be with you nor with anyone. What happened that night was just a mistake and I never accepted you so stop harassing me and just leave-“ Before I could complete it, my neck was grabbed in a vice grip as I was pinned against the door. I quickly shielded my belly with my arms dreading he would hurt my children. But irrespective of my fear-stricken face, he leaned dangerously closer to my face and flashed me a diabolical smirk that dripped with menace. “I think I made it clear to you last night Ms. Evans. I had never asked for your consent in the first place so you… don't really have a choice. ‘Cause once you enter Xavier’s maze, there is no going back, Grace.”

Odette is a psychiatrist who transmigrated to medieval times. To go back to modern times, she needed to help Arion, a king with multiple personalities, a condition caused by his mental trauma after he beheaded his own wife. Chaos, silliness, and craziness surrounded Odette when she was dealing with Rion's ever-changing split personalities - just like one extreme weather to another. Odette also had to face challenges from the conservative people who thought King Arion was cursed by Lady Rose, the beheaded queen, possessed by evil spirits, or being enchanted by witches. One by one, Odette found the source of Rion’s mental trauma and she was working hard to fix him in order for her to go home. But then, heaven played a joke on her. She got entangled in love triangle with Rion and one of his personalities. Who would she choose to be with and would she go back to the future?

Estelle’s life was once a fairy tale, filled with love and promise. However, tragedy struck on the day of their wedding. Estelle’s father and Cristofer’s parents were involved in a car accident that took their lives instantly. The loss was devastating for Cristofer, causing him to sink into deep sorrow and anger towards Estelle. One tragedy comes after another, and she finds herself battling cancer, heartbreak, and deceit. In a world where all seems lost, Estelle must dig deep to find the strength to fight for what she loves most. **** Cristofer’s magnetic yet cold voice wrenched her mind back to reality, “Sign the divorce paper now!” Estelle laid down her legs, sat up, and asked, “Did you drink?” “It’s none of your business.” “Drinking is bad for your stomach.” “I need to drink so that I won’t feel disgusted when having sex with you.” “You couldn’t wait to divorce me?” Her voice sounded weak. She turned her back on him as the smoke nearly smothered her, and she started coughing again. “You know that, don’t you?” Cristofer deliberately breathed out a stream of smoke in her direction and felt inexplicably pleased to see her coughing and trembling.

After connecting to a call hosted on a treasure-appraisal livestream, I find out that the "Fields of Freedom" stamp my grandpa has left me with is worth 10 million dollars. I've been troubled as to how I should afford my upcoming wedding with my girlfriend, Danielle Dalton. Delighted by the news, I call Danielle to tell her about it. Unexpectedly, Danielle, who's always such a prude about physical contact to the point that she refuses to let me kiss her, turns up on my doorstep that night. She spends the night draining me of my stamina with her skills and body. When I wake up once again, both Danielle and my stamp are gone. I visit Danielle's home to get my stamp back. But her father instantly shoves me out of the door angrily. "We don't welcome you here! Get lost right now!" At first, I thought there was a misunderstanding between us, so I still held back on my rudeness. But when I notice how rude Danielle's father is being to me, I decide to go all out on him. "Sure, I can leave, but you must return the stamp Danielle has stolen from me—" Before I can finish speaking, someone has dumped a bucket of ice-cold water onto my face. It turns out that the culprit is Danielle's mother. As she carries the bucket, she scowls at me, her features completely twisted. "Who the hell did you claim to have stolen your stamp, huh? Don't you dare run your mouth without any proof! I'll definitely sue you, you know!" Having realized how vile Danielle's parents actually are, I can't help but feel a strong hint of relief. Thank goodness I had only shown Danielle a fake copy of the stamp last night.