Male Dragon

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.

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.

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

When I was seven years old, my father began subjecting me to extremely strict parenting. Not only did he withhold any support for my food, clothing, housing, or daily necessities, but he even charged me for drinking water in our own home. As a child, I endured relentless suffering and bullying. When I was critically injured by a vehicle that broke the law, I was severely injured, and my father refused to save me. Only after my death did I learn the truth that he already had a son somewhere out there. Everything he did to me was meant to drive me to my death. After rebirth, I no longer adhered to rules nor endured silently. Exploiting the fact that I was still a minor, I stabbed his secretary, bullied my classmates at school, and even set a fire on campus to force my father to give up on his brutal methods. When I grew up, I took everything he owned and sent him to prison. Only then was my revenge completed.

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.

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.

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.

That night, I returned from a business trip to surprise my wife. However, when I sneak home, I realize my boss is there, too. His smile deepens when he sees me; he tells me he's there to welcome me home because he knew I would return that night. My wife nods and agrees with him. For some reason, I can't help finding the looks on their faces odd.

I was sent abroad to work. After three years, I finally helped my fiancee secure a highly challenging and significant client. When I returned home, she drove me out of the house. Her eyes gleamed with disdain as she looked at me while carrying a child. “I’ve got a husband and a child. You went abroad and left me all alone for three years. How could you come back to me? You’d better come to your senses and resign from the company tomorrow!” She trampled upon my dignity and love. Then, I realized that our five-year romance had come to an end.

It's nighttime, and I'm on the toilet with my phone. I fire up Battleborn Arena, ready to grind a few ranked matches. But an unknown number flashes on-screen and cuts me off. Annoyed, I decline the call, and a WhatsApp message pops up immediately. "Run! Edgar just snapped. He's going to kill us all!" My hands tremble. Edgar Maguire… Isn't he already dead?