Male Dragon

On my fifth birthday with Zachary Murdock, I sit once again in front of a full table of cold food, just like every year before. Zachary had promised, as always, to spend the day with me. And, as always, he breaks that promise. This year, it's because his childhood sweetheart wanted to shoot a set of "artistic photos". She invited him and a few of his close buddies to be part of it. Without hesitation, he ditches me again and runs straight into her arms. At 11:00 pm, his childhood sweetheart posts a photo to her social media and sets it so that only I can see it. In the picture, four men are in nothing but black briefs and Windsor-knotted ties. They kneel around her while she is draped in sheer fabric like a goddess. The caption reads, "Some people beg for crumbs, but I own the entire bakery." I take a screenshot. Then, I send it to the girlfriends of all three of Zachary’s best buddies. If they all look down on me this much, let's hope they don't end up on their knees begging me someday.

ขวัญข้าวที่ถูกแฟนนอกใจไปมีความสัมพันธ์กับหญิงอื่นในวันครบรอบที่คบกัน 7 ปี ด้วยกลัวว่าจะมีความรักที่ไม่สมหวังอีกเธอจึงไม่มีความคิดจะมีความรักครั้งต่อไปเพราะกลัวว่าเธอจะเจ็บปวดไม่สมหวังเหมือนรักครั้งแรก ขวัญข้าว อายุ 24 ปี ทำงานเป็นเลขานุการให้กับประธานบริษัทอสังหาริมทรัพย์ยักษ์ใหญ่ สวย สดใส ร่าเริง รักใครรักจริงพร้อมจะทุ่มเทให้ความรักจนหมดใจ แต่ไม่คิดว่าความรักครั้งแรกที่ไม่สมหวังในชีวิตจะทำให้ ขวัญข้าวกลัวที่จะเริ่มต้นใหม่กับใครสักคน น้ำเหนือ อายุ 30 ด้วยรูปร่างที่สูง โปร่ง ใบหน้าหล่อเหลาจึงเป็นที่หมายปอง ของสาว ๆ ในบริษัท ถึงแม้ชายหนุ่มจะมี นิสัย ที่เงียบ ไม่ค่อยพูด แต่ด้วยความหล่อเหลาและที่สำคัญหน้าที่การงานที่ดี ทำให้สาว ๆ หลายคนอยากจะ จับจองให้เขาเป็นชายในฝันของ สาวหลาย ๆ คน

The year the Rossi famiglia falls, my personal Underboss, Lorenzo Santoro, rises to power—becoming the Don and seizing control of the underworld. Once, I was the untouchable Principessa. He was the Soldato, ready to die for me at a moment's notice. For something as trivial as a paper cut on my finger, he would drop to his knees with red-rimmed eyes, blowing on it for half an hour. Now, to earn a smile from his new flame, Elena Marino, he forces me to sign a contract and makes me his live target. He watches with indifference as I am battered and bloodied under a hail of bullets. During a blast-resistance test, shattered glass slices the corner of my eye, but Lorenzo merely looks on. "The once-delicate Principessa Rossi can't even handle a little pain?" During attack-dog training, I am bitten to the bone, yet he shields a trembling Elena instead. "Animals don't know any better. Why are you holding a grudge against a dog?" Then comes the real kidnapping. To save Elena, who is desperate to become Donna, he personally cuts off my escape. "This is just a drill, Isabella," he scoffs. "Stop acting like it's real." On the surveillance monitors, flames engulf me as I take my final breath. A bloodstained termination contract is delivered to him. "Don Santoro, I return the life I owe you." Only then does the man who believes he rules the world finally lose his mind.

I paid Curtis Robinett 200 thousand dollars a month to be a standby blood donor. My fiancée, Eden May, thought it was a waste of money. So she reassigned him to work part-time as her personal assistant instead. When Curtis accidentally submitted my marriage license appointment as a divorce filing for the 99th time, I kicked open Eden's office door. She didn't even look up. "We're in no rush to get married anyway," she said calmly. "Curtis is just careless. That's how he's always been." Later, in the emergency room, I called Eden while doctors rushed around me, my throat shredded from yelling. "Where's my emergency medical kit?" I rasped. "What did you do with it?" Curtis answered instead, his voice warm and smug. "You mean the expensive leather bag you kept in the cabinet? I swapped it out for a large party snack box. It holds everything just fine, and honestly, it looks a lot more cheerful. "Ms. May's brother and sister-in-law are both career soldiers. Your bag didn't really match that image, so I thought this would be more appropriate." My vision dimmed. My hands shook as I told Curtis to come donate blood. Eden laughed softly and cut in, "Stop pretending you're anemic just to get attention. If you're actually sick, deal with it. You're at the hospital; I think the doctors are fully capable of keeping you alive. Curtis is afraid of needles. He's not coming." Then, she hung up. She didn't appear until the surgical lights finally went dark. "Curtis had me bring you chocolate milk," she said. "It's good for recovery. It's not that he didn't want to help. He just faints at the sight of blood." She placed a settlement waiver on my bed. "I was the one who told him not to come. That 200-thousand-dollar monthly salary is his pay as my assistant. It has nothing to do with you. You didn't have to call the police for that. Sign this, and I'll go get the marriage license with you." I thought of what I had just seen in the operating room. Eden's brother, Harvey May, was bleeding out on the operating table, waiting for a lifesaving drug that never came. In the final moments of surgery, he could do nothing but lie there and die. I looked at her and said evenly, "You're the immediate family. It's not my place to sign that."

After my wife had a miscarriage, the doctor said she could never have children again. She cried and told me to find another woman and to forget about her. I held her in my arms and told her I didn't care about having any children. However, I was smiling when she wasn't looking. The abortion remedy I bought in the countryside had worked much faster than I expected. After all, that child wasn't mine to begin with.

As I washed my wife's underthings, I discovered semen stains. It had been over two months since I last did it with Winona Sundown. She always looked down on me for not lasting long and being as boring as a dead fish. I silently accepted her criticism and mockery. That was until I saw a stranger messaging Winona with a hotel room number. The hotel just so happened to be my workplace, Pinnacle Hotel. The room number was 8102. I camped by the room, waiting to catch my prey. However, the woman at the door was a young and sensual woman. Unbeknownst to me, I had fallen into Winona's trap long ago...

The mother of Mr. Burr, the hospital director, was critically ill and needed emergency surgery. My wife, wanting to help her beloved crush, Cedric Grey, take the spotlight, deliberately kept the surgery time from me. By the time I finally arrived—late, Mr. Burr stopped me from entering the operating room and scolded me harshly for being unprofessional and unethical. Once I realized what my wife was doing, I handed the lead surgeon position over to her beloved crush. “Well, since you're so eager to shine,” I said coldly, “you’d better not screw it up.” The nurses tried to talk me out of it. They said I was being impulsive, that this was a rare chance to prove myself. However, none of them knew that I was the only doctor in the entire country capable of performing this rare and complex heart valve surgery. Even if Cedric managed to buy time with some miracle drug and made it look like the patient was improving, without my diagnosis and surgical skills, the operation was doomed to fail. And when that happens, he’d be held responsible. As for my wife, her blind favoritism would come back to haunt her.

When I visit my girlfriend's house during the Christmas holidays, her cousin, Antonio Esposito, humiliates me in front of everyone because of a scar on the back of my hand. "This scar looks like a remnant of the crossfire with the mafia! Bianca, why did you think that bringing an ex-convict home was a good idea?" The entire Romano family stares at me in a mixture of horror and shock. My girlfriend, Bianco Romano, even shakes my hand off while staring at me in disgust. Not only does Antonio flip the table, but he also calls over a few hooligans in an attempt to take me to the local police station. "We must teach scumbags like him a lesson!" he declares. After that, Antonio and the hooligans strip off my jacket and strap me to the tree in the courtyard. They then attempt to force me to admit that I'm working for the mafia. I can only gnash my teeth together stubbornly, refusing to yield no matter what. What they don't know is that the scar is a medal from my time in a peacekeeping war as a soldier!

Seraphina Vale thought she was just another unwanted orphan with a broken heart. But when a violent surge of magic awakens during a cruel betrayal, she’s thrust into the deadly world of Noxshade Academy—a school for the gifted, the cursed, and the dangerous. Haunted by strange dreams, stalked by shadows, and drawn to three powerful, mysterious boys—a brooding werewolf, a possessive vampire, and a guarded dragon shifter and a Flirtatious incubus who arrived the academy as a new teacher—Seraphina soon discovers the darkest truth of all: she is the last living fragment of an ancient legend. A lost queen of fire. A heart forged in flames. A power some would kill to awaken—and others would die to keep buried. As forbidden desires ignite and the veil between worlds begins to tear, Seraphina must embrace the forgotten magic that calls her true name: Aerisyr Flameborn. With war looming, enemies closing in, and her own heart split between love and destiny, she must rise… or everything will burn.

Sofia D’Moreno thought her life ended when she was sold to Lucas Valentine—the ruthless king of the Canadian underworld. Locked away in a luxurious mountain mansion amidst the frozen wilderness of Quebec, she soon realizes her capture wasn't just about a debt. ​Sofia is the "Living Key" to a lethal bio-weapon, the Black Dragon, hidden by her ancestors. As a toxic and forbidden passion ignites between captor and captive, Sofia discovers that every touch from Lucas is a gamble between life and death. ​With a 12-hour poison countdown in her veins and a blood feud demanding a sacrifice, Sofia must navigate a maze of family betrayals. When the secrets of the Moreno Vault are finally bared, will their love survive the explosion, or will they become mere ashes in the snow?