Male Dragon

I got a security job in an upscale neighborhood.  One day, I got a call from a resident.  “I think there’s been a break-in.”  I rushed to the scene. Instead of an intruder, I was greeted by a beautiful woman in barely anything.  She held me and pleaded, “I’m scared. Can you stay with me?”

When news of my arranged fiancee's death arrived, I didn't cry or make a scene. Instead, I quickly reclaimed her shares and had the death certificate issued. I did it because I've been reborn. In my past life, Dad was worried that women would eye my fortune as the heir to the wealthiest family. So, he arranged for me to marry one of three women he personally picked. I chose the most outstanding one, Monica Harris, and married her. However, just three days after our wedding, she died suddenly. Heartbroken, I was persuaded by the remaining two women to give up on marriage and remain single for life. At 80 years old, when I returned to our special place in Sunmere Valley to reminisce, I saw Monica. She should have been dead for 60 years! She stood beside Liam Rogers, my driver who'd gone missing decades ago, surrounded by their children and grandchildren, living a picture-perfect life. I realized I'd been deceived my entire life. The shock sent my blood pressure soaring, and I died of a stroke on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was transported back to the day I died. This time, I'm going to find out exactly how someone who's supposedly dead keeps on living.

My mother is a hospital director. To give my brother, an intern doctor, more hands-on experience, she assigns him as the lead surgeon for my brain tumor operation. I beg her to let someone else do it and tell her it's my only chance at survival. But she slaps me hard across the face and screams, "How did I raise such a selfish, ungrateful child? Your brother has just started his internship—can't you help him improve his skills? Is that too much to ask?" Later, the surgery fails. I die on the operating table. And my mother seems to have aged decades overnight.

No love for a fat lady! That was all she knew, all she was told all her life and all she believed. Aella has always been the biggest in the room, the opposite of her perfect body step sister, no man has ever looked her way not even her own mate. But that all changes when she bumps into Eros Shaw, an enemy Alpha, someone who shouldn't cross paths with her, nor look at her twice, to her relief he takes her away from the marriage arranged for her by her father. Now with a new mate, a missing twin sister, a dragon she's supposed to ride, and an enemy lurking in the dark. Mating life has proved to be more difficult than she thought.

As the holiday began, I encountered an exhilarating affair. One day, on a double-decker tour bus, I found myself locked in a passionate moment with a beautiful woman on the upper deck, all while my official girlfriend was napping on the lower level. The woman gently placed her soft hand on my upper body, murmuring sweetly, “See you tonight, love…” And just like that, I was completely captivated.

After three years of marriage, I suddenly began to realize that my wife might have a low libido. One evening, my older neighbor, who was sympathetic, kindly invited me over. That night, I stumbled upon his wife in the middle of a passionate entanglement with another man through a crack in the door. The next day, my neighbor said to me, "Hey, Cyril, you know, Heather has always liked you."

คำโปรย การกลับมาเที่ยวบ้านเกิดของ.... ในครั้งนี้เธอไม่เคยคิดเลยว่าจากนักท่องเที่ยวกลายเป็นผู้ประสบภัย... ในคำคืนก่อนบินกลับไปเรียน เพื่อนสาวคนสนิท...อยากเลี้ยงอำลา เธอผู้ไม่ชอบแสงสีและเสียงที่ดัง อย่างการเข้าผับบาร์ แต่เพียงเพราะเพื่อนคนสนิทร้องขอ เธอจะปฎิเสธก็กะไรอยู่ ในที่อโคจร....ความประมาทเกิดขึ้น ได้เสมอใช่มันเกิดขึ้นกับเธอเร็วมาก ร่างกายโดนสิ่งแปลกปลอมวิ่งเข้าสู่ ร่างกายทำเธอร้อนรุ่มหาที่เปรียบไม่ ได้นาทีนี้เธอจะตายไหมนะ มันเป็นเรื่องบังเอิญหรือฟ้าลิขิต ในคำคืนนี้เธอเสียความบริสุทธิ์ให้กับใครคนหนึ่ง...เขาคือใคร...? อันนิกาตื่นขึ้นมาตอนเช้าร่างกายที่ โดนคนบนเตียงปูยี้ปูยำ..ตัวเธอยืน มองชายหนุ่มร่างกำยำผู้พรากความ สาวไปจากเธอ...แต่วินาทีนั้นเธอต้องบินแล้ว "เธอจากมาโดนไม่ลา 3เดือนต่อมาในต่างประเทศ ร่างกายของเธอมีการต่อต้านอาหารที่โปรดปรานเอามาก "อันท้องหรือ... "บ้า..... แต่ในใจเธอมันมีมากกว่าหมื่นแสนล้านคำ..เธอท้องหริอชิบหายคืนนั้นฉันลืมเลย

The lab blew, and my girlfriend—Beatrice Whitmore—didn't even glance my way. She bolted straight for Joseph, wrapping herself around him. When the dust settled, she climbed into the ambulance with him. I was still on the ground, bleeding out, and she didn't spare me a look. Eighteen years raising him, and apparently, that was all the space her heart had left. My coworkers dragged me to the hospital. ICU, barely breathing. When I finally clawed my way out, throat raw, I called my advisor. "Prof. Beaumont, I'm in. I'll go. Even if it means disappearing for five years, I don't care." That was supposed to be my wedding month. Not anymore.

As I fought a stray dog for a loaf of moldy bread, distinguished guests arrived at the orphanage. They'd come to find the long-lost heir of a wealthy family. After confirming their choice, they donated $100 million to the orphanage and handed out chocolates to every child. My mouth watered as I reached for a box, but glowing messages flashed before my eyes. [Lawrence, show your locket! They're here to bring you home!] [Don't let that impostor steal your birthright. It's yours!] They revealed the truth: the elegant couple were my biological parents, and the poised girl beside them was my fiancée. Yet I clutched my chocolate and ran, aware of their true purpose: they'd come here just for the fake heir. Even if I revealed my locket, they'd not pay me any attention.

It was the apocalypse. A zombie apocalypse. We should've been running for our lives, but my girlfriend, Yvonne Brown, refused to. She wanted to buy as much time as she could for her incompetent childhood friend, Yves Claude, to hop into the last helicopter that would take survivors away. But the retreat was our group's only way to survive in this apocalypse. Yves was not showing up anytime soon. I had no choice but to knock her out and drag her into the chopper. And Yves, the one she could never seem to forget, died in the swarm of undead. I, however, survived thanks to what I did. Yvonne and I lived happily in a safe zone. And then that fateful day came. I was going to take over the territory and lead humanity on an attack against the zombies. The night before that decisive strike, Yvonne spiked my water with anesthetics. When I was caught helpless, she tossed me into the horde of zombies. The swarm of undead tore my flesh open, and the pain killed me. Yvonne? She stood on the wall coldly, a sneer decorating her lips. "Yves could've lived, but you took that chance away from him! You selfish monster, you killed Yves! I will make you suffer what he suffered! You'll pay for it with your life!" Death took me, but it tossed me all the way back to the day of the retreat. The day Yvonne adamantly insisted on waiting for Yves. Well, if she was so happy to live through a world like this with her friend, who am I to say no? I would grant her that wish, even if she would end up as zombie food.