My First And Last Nct Dream

Kara dijual suaminya pada lelaki bernama Angkasa tepat di malam pertamanya. Menjadi awal penderitaannya. Dia dicampakkan, diabaikan dalam kondisi mengandung. Namun, dia berhasil mengatasi buruknya kehidupan.

My son is severely allergic to pollen, and because of his rare blood type, he must receive a specific desensitization injection at a bigger hospital in a different state. To make that happen, I deliberately booked the same flight as my wife just so our son could get help as soon as possible. But she insists on waiting for her late-arriving first love, refusing to let the plane take off. When I confront her, she says, "All passengers are equal. If the plane can wait for you, why can't it wait for him? Cam still needs to celebrate Josie's birthday. It's just ten minutes. Nothing will happen!" However, by the time we arrive at the hospital, the doctor tells us we missed the critical window for treatment. We were just ten minutes too late. Our son has now become a vegetable.

An indebted businessman Sid Matthews had his life sorted with his girlfriend of seven years. A badass twisted woman Sana Menon from a broken family and messed up past. She was a woman no man likes to dream of— far away to be the dreamgirl of any man— dark, strong head and not so innocent. But when the ideal, beautiful goodgirl Bella Watson steps in their lives, Sana's only comforting world seems to be crashing down. Bella is your perfect novel girl— a beautiful, bubbly and innocent girl every man wishes for. What will happen when Sid will be drawn towards the girl like every other men. Whom will he choose as his last love? This is not your random romantic novel.

be careful what you wish for Amelia's simple wish suddenly changed everybody's like when she suddenly woke up in the body is the most arrogant and bossy daughter of a millionaire who happens to have opposite characters as hers

I was once the most respected intelligence officer in the underworld. I controlled black market trade, port lockdowns, and risk assessments for every smuggling route. These were the basics every new recruit learned on their first day in the Mafia. But my intel was never reliable. As time went by, everyone caught on. In this city, whether the ports were locked down or open for business didn't depend on intel. It depended on whether Vincenzo's childhood friend was in a bad mood. I had just sent an order over the family's secure channel: "Level-one lockdown. All shipping routes are closed." A moment later, the ports were thrown wide open. My rival mocked me in front of everyone. "Isabella's supposed to be the queen of underworld intelligence, isn't she? What happened, did she lose her touch?" Other family members twisted the knife without a second thought. "Her husband changes the rules at a word from his precious Amelia. Who's going to listen to her anymore?" "She's on the hook for any losses from this. That route reopening is going to bankrupt her!" I clutched a stack of formal censures from the family. I said nothing. It didn't matter. I was done being a pawn in their games. Soon, I would be gone for good.

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.

'น้ำส้ม' ต้องกลายเป็นหม้ายลูกติด เมื่อสามีของเธอเสียชีวิตด้วยอุบัติเหตุ การจากไปของเขาทำให้เธอต้องดิ้นรนสู้ชีวิตฟันฝ่าเพื่อลูก ชีวิตที่พลิกผันทำให้ได้เจอกับ 'นักรบ' นักธุรกิจหนุ่มไฟแรงที่ใครต่อใครจ้องจะจับ ทว่ากับไม่ได้เป็นตัวเลือกของเขาสักนิด ก็เพราะเขามันคนเอาแต่ใจ อยากได้น้ำส้มเพียงแรกสบตา โดยมีกามเทพตัวน้อยนำพาให้ได้พบเจอกัน...ภายใต้สัญญาที่เธอยากจะปฏิเสธ

Eidolon Avenue: Where the secretly guilty go to die. One building. Five floors. Five doors per floor. Twenty-five nightmares feeding the hunger lurking between the bricks and waiting beneath the boards. The sequel to Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast (“a great read...powerful and jarring” - Cemetery Dance) returns to the voracious Eidolon as it savors The Second Feast. A narcoleptic man in apartment 2A battles a vengeful past determined to rob him of everything as he runs from the barbaric disaster of a delusional love. A woman in 2B, reinventing herself to please a callous boyfriend, discovers the horrors that wait in the shadows of her self-renovation. The man in 2C, a teacher at the nearby Catholic girl’s school, collapses beneath the brutal consequences of his lecherous desires. An older woman in 2D, after decades dedicated to the church, is cornered at last by the grisly carnage beating at the hollow center of her faith. And a college student in 2E, hungry to escape an ignored life of invisible anonymity, finds herself captured between the pages of a ravenous book. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every drop of spilled blood, every silent, complicit moment of cowardice is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

Before my crazy grandmother died, she gave me three walnuts. According to her last wish, I cracked open the first walnut on my twenty-fifth birthday. Inside the walnut was a slip of paper. 'Go to the skybridge and grovel at the first beggar you meet' was the instruction written on it. When I looked at the note, I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Still, I did as told. To my surprise, the beggar turned out to be an undercover cop. Only later did I learn that I had long been targeted by human traffickers, and the bow had saved my life. As for the second walnut, my grandmother told me to crack it open before I got married. When I put on my wedding dress, ready to marry the policeman who saved me, I happily opened it. This time, there was a crumpled old photograph inside. In the photo, my fiancé was smiling as he strangled another bride.

"You are my wife only in paper. You will never be my mate." Ace said to her as tears rolled down her face. Ofcourse she knew he was forced to marry her, just like she was. But she hoped someday he will warm up to her. Why did he hate her so much when she was also forced into this marriage? Everyone is blaming her for not siring an heir yet for the southern pack, but what no one knows is that he has never laid a finger on her. They sleep in separate rooms. So why can't he just stand up to his father and ask her for a divorce so that he can be with the woman he truly loves?