Myth Story

Serena Collins bekerja di sebuah perusahaan ternama di London. Hidupnya terasa sempurna, apalagi ia memiliki kekasih bernama Ethan. Namun, segalanya hancur ketika Serena mendapati penghianatan Ethan dengan kakak tirinya sendiri. Di tengah kepedihan itu, Serena justru terjerat dalam sebuah perjanjian dengan Steave Alexander, Presdir karismatik sekaligus paman Ethan. Awalnya hanya demi keuntungan masing-masing, tapi perlahan muncul hasrat yang tak terbendung di antara mereka. Mampukah Serena bertahan menghadapi permainan hati yang penuh resiko, atau justru menemukan cinta sejatinya di tempat yang tak terduga?

ร่างแกร่งของชายหนุ่มที่เพิ่งกลับจากทำงานหนักทั้งวัน พร้อมลูกน้องที่เดินตามหลังมานับสิบ สายตาคู่เย็นเฉียบเรียบนิ่ง ไม่บ่งบอกอารมณ์ แม่บ้านหลายคนที่เดินออกมารับ พร้อมเตรียมรองเท้า รับของที่เจ้านายหนุ่มถือมา “ทำไมบ้านเงียบ?” “คุณท่านไม่อยู่ค่ะ” แม่บ้านเอ่ย “อืม แล้ว…” “เฮียยยยยยย” เสียงใสๆของหญิงสาวที่กำลังวิ่งมาอย่างร่าเริงเข้ามาหา ก่อนกระโดดกอดเขาเต็มแรง “หรรษา ทำไมหนูต้องวิ่ง” “รอเฮียมาทั้งวัน กว่าจะเสด็จกลับมานะคะ”หรรษาเอ่ย “รอเฮียทำไม จะเอาอะไรอีก” “หนูขอออกไปเที่ยวนะคืนนี้” หรรษาเอ่ย “จะไปก็ไปซิ ปกติหนูก็ไปไม่ใช่เหรอหรรษา” กะตัญเอ่ย “หนูจะขอพาเอแคลไปด้วยไงคะ” “ทำไมต้องพาเอแคบไปด้วย?” “ก็น้องจบม.6แล้ว หนูจะพาไปฉลอง เป็นอันว่าขอแล้วนะคะ ฟ่อดดด รักเฮียจัง” เอแคลที่หรรษาพูดถึง เป็นหนึ่งในสาวใช้ในบ้าน ซึ่งเธอเป็นหลานสาวของหัวหน้าแม่บ้านที่นี่ โตที่นี่ และดินแดนกับพาเพลินก็เอ็นดูส่งเสียให้เรียน “นี่สาบานว่าเป็นแฝดผมจริง” กะตัญเอ่ยกับป้าแม่บ้าน “คุณหนูหรรษาร่าเริงจริงๆค่ะ”

He was cheated. She was banished. He was injured by the adulterous couple, while her pack was stolen from her own hands. Now… these lonely, wounded, and vengeance-craving individuals come across each other. What happens to them? —----- Dane Maximus, Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, who is rich and powerful, holds secret powers that could destroy the world. When he caught his wife cheating on him with the rogue leader, his heart tore into millions. His wife rejects their mate bond, while the rogue leader leaves him injured. He was broken, helpless, and dispaired. At this point, the Moon Goddess sent him a blessing in the form of his fated mate, Gianna Lawson. She was a rogue and a former Alpha of the Nightshade Pack. She wants to get revenge and her pack from the Alpha, who stole her pack and banished her. When they met, the world screamed for vengeance! Love…? What about it? Will they be able to come out of the circle of vengeance and give a chance to their bond? Or will they join hands to achieve their goals? Or will they choose their pack and responsibilities? ************* SHREE ABOVE STORY

A story about brotherhood and friendship, even wars, schemes, and tactics. All set in the late antiquity of Pars, in the fictional capital of Clapestris. On a rainy fateful day, two separate legends are born and brought together as siblings. Being known as a freeloader, all that Darina wanted to have is a secured place in the palace. As a prince, Thariem has a responsibility to secure his way to the throne. Surrounded by royal jealousies and war-like times, Darina and Thariem are competing against each other. In the midst of their competition, a tragic event agitate. Bound to perform their heroics, they are set together to resolve the tragedy while thriving to find themselves and win their desires. With all the prowess and sacrifices they can allot, they have to redeem their kingdom from its downfall, while there is still time.

Diana is a seventeen year old introverted high schooler in Fort Fairfield, Aroostook county. She lives with her mother, Juliet and her little brother, Cole. The story begins with a set of unusual activities after Diana's birthday leading to the discovery of her magical powers. She is the last white flasher and the only person who can fight against the evil that is eating up the very fabric of the world of magic.

I did three years in prison for my wife, Lilian Parson. The day I got out, she handed me an envelope for her company's grand opening. Inside was a single dollar bill. For a second, I thought it was a mistake. Then I saw her colleague, Nathan Ramsey, holding his envelope—his also contained a single dollar. Relieved, I pushed my doubts aside. I smiled, stood by Lilian's side through the entire ceremony, the picture of a proud, supportive husband. That night, scrolling through Instagram, I saw Nathan's latest post. A photo of a check. [Congratulations to Lilian Parson on the grand opening! So generous—100 million as a gift!] The comments section exploded with envy and blessings, congratulating him and "the boss" on finally becoming a couple. Lilian offered no explanation. Instead, she hurried to draw a line between us. "You just got out of prison," she said coolly. "It's not a good look to go public right now. Let's keep our marriage a secret. In front of others, just call me your boss." Then she turned around and liked Nathan's post. I wiped the tears from my eyes, picked up my phone, and dialed the number of her greatest rival. "From now on, I work for you," I said.

The moment my roommate walked in, she used my locker. She claimed to have too many things and nowhere else to put them. I rolled my eyes. Why should I let her get her way? I was not her parent. She was no princess, but she acted like one. I was ready to argue, but she tossed 200,000 dollars at me. “At your service, Your Highness!”

Clayton Amos finally agrees to marry me during my fifth year as the antagonist of a novel. On the day of my wedding, the chandelier in the middle of the hall suddenly snaps and falls. At the most critical moment, he shoves me aside and runs over to protect Gladys Dawson, the protagonist of the novel, and his first love. Clayton's arm is slashed as a result, and blood pours out of the wound, dyeing his pristine white suit red. Meanwhile, Gladys remains unharmed in his arms. I hold a hand against the bleeding wound on my neck and finally accept the fact that Clayton never loved me. This is when the system appears and asks me, "Hailey Paltrow, would you like to abort your mission now?" I nod in silent response. "Since he's going to end up losing all four of his limbs and ultimately wish for death, I'll let him have it."

My mother-in-law is extremely frugal. She reuses paper others have discarded, carefully saving the unmarked portions. She even takes the black waste oil from the kitchen range hood and uses it to cook our meals. She says, "Frugality is a virtue—it brings blessings!" I try tirelessly to convince her otherwise, throwing out all her filthy items to protect my family's health. But while she praises me to my face, behind my back, she uses my baby's food scissors to clip her grimy toenails. My child eventually dies of a lung infection, leaving me heartbroken. My mother-in-law, however, points her finger at me, saying I'm unlucky and that I've brought misfortune to their family. Even my husband blames me. In the end, they use a knitting needle to pierce my throat and stab me to death. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day I first see her picking up dirty paper. The first thing I do is hide all the high-quality tissue paper I had stocked up on before my pregnancy, pretending I knew nothing. She calls these blessings, right? Fine. The blessings of this miserly frugality—she can reap them all herself!

For five years, I thought our marriage was solid. Then, my husband, Lionel Franco’s first love, Sandra Howard, posted a photo of a property deed on her social media. The caption read: [Thank you, Lionel, for transferring the house to me.] I stared in disbelief and left a single comment: [WTF?] Lionel called within minutes. “She’s a struggling single mother. Transferring the house to her makes it easier for her son to get into school. It doesn’t affect where we live,” he snapped. “How can you be so lacking in compassion?” In the background, I heard her muffled sobs. Half an hour later, she tagged me in another post.  This time, she flaunted her Mercedes worth over a million dollars, with the caption: [Paid in full. As the saying goes, ‘Where a man spends his money, that's where his heart is’.] I knew he bought it to soothe her temper. But this time, I had enough. I decided to divorce him.