No More Mr Nice Guy

"This is the body donation agreement, Mr. Lewis. Please sign here." Joel Lewis looks at the paper before him. His hand trembles as he grips a pen. The other party can sense his hesitance. They say considerately, "Body donation is a big thing, and it's normal for people to change their minds at the last minute. You can go home and discuss this with your family—" "I've already signed it." Joel smiles bitterly. "Family" is a term that's beyond him. There's no longer any space in his wife's heart for him, after all.

เขาเป็นรุ่นพี่ที่เธอไม่เคยเคารพ เป็นไอ้พี่ว้ากที่เธอโคตรเกลียด แต่ถึงจะเป็นอะไรมันก็ไม่หนักหนาเท่ากับสิ่งที่เขากำลังเป็นอยู่ตอนนี้หรอก สิ่งที่เธอเพิ่งจะรู้ เขา...เป็นเจ้าพ่อมาเฟีย เป็นเจ้าหนี้ เป็นเจ้าชีวิตเธอ !!! “แก้ผ้า” “ไม่!” “อยากให้แก้ให้?” “ไม่! บอกแล้วไงวะ ว่ายังไงกูก็ไม่ให้มึงเอาหรอกไอ้เหี้ย ไอ้มาเฟียโรคจิต!” “งั้นเลือกเอา ว่าจะให้ใครตายก่อน พ่อ แม่ หรือมึง”

"ทีฉันละสดีดสะดิ้ง ทีกับมันนี่แทบประเคนให้!" "บี!!" "มันเด็ดกว่าฉันหรือไง ห๊ะ!"

How did this even happen? The girl whom she thought of as her best friend, the girl with whom she's sharing her room, is actually a guy? Hazel stood there with her feet rooted to the white marble floor, not even bothering to fake that utterly shook expression of hers by watching the handsome man dressed in woman's clothes. "She's a guy!?" Finally Hazel let it out straighning her mind. Tristan Sanchez is an undercover cop who by bad luck had to pretend as a sexy paino teacher According to his Cheif's orders. What would happen if the most dedicated and cold officer of the department falls in love with the clumsiest and cheerful girl ever. Can he complete his mission to find the culprit he's looking for? Or he will get distracted by the feeling called love.

Chloe Adams is the queen bee of her high school who has always had it easy from good looks to good grades to friends and even getting any guy's attention without even trying except for Tyler Cummings, the guy who hardly notices her and simply minds his own business. But little did he know that his life was about to turn upside down when he insults the queen bee infront of her friends. Unable to handle the humiliation and embarrassment, Chloe challenges to make him apologize to her by the end of the school year. . . . . Will she succeed in doing so or will she fall in her own trap? Read more to find out what happens next.

I begged my husband ninety-nine times to go with me to Jay Boone's concert. On the hundredth time, he finally bought two front-row tickets. Dressed to the nines, I was stopped at the entrance by security because I couldn't produce my ticket. By the time the concert ended, I still hadn't been able to get through to him on the phone. News broke that my husband and his young girlfriend were at the concert, requesting "Sunny Day" from Jay Boone. The story shot straight to the trending charts. There's no rain in the lyrics of "Sunny Day." Because the only world caught in a torrential downpour was mine.

I had a cousin my age. She overslept and was late for her SATs. Yet, she pinned the blame on me, saying that I made her take some fever medication. She stole 300 thousand meant for Grandma's surgery, claiming it was to buy me a car. She even insisted I was at fault when she accidentally got pregnant and took the wrong abortion pills, leading to severe bleeding. She vehemently insisted I pushed her, causing her to fall. My boyfriend stood by her side time and time again. Eventually, he finally gave up on me, telling me it was over. My aunt shoved me down the stairs, accusing me of ruining her daughter's life. My boyfriend witnessed the whole thing, but he told them I had fallen by accident when the police came. I died without ever seeing justice for myself. When I thought my life was finally over, I opened my eyes. I had returned to the day my cousin stole the money meant for Grandma's surgery.

“Did the condom really break all those years back or did you just want to baby trap me, Varian?” He looked at me, eyes freezing over, “I just did what time you would make sure you would never leave my side,” ••••••••••••• Varian and Thalia had been childhood sweethearts ever since they were little. He was the alpha son and she came from the Beta line, there's seemed like a perfect love story just waiting for its happy ending. That was until Thalia got a scholarship to go to Crescent University and pursue her dream of becoming a professional healer, it was supposed to mark the end of their relationship until another curveball was thrown at them–Thalia’s pregnancy. Her dream was eventually flushed down the toilet, exchanged for being an underappreciated glorified housewife with the title of Luna slapped across it. Varian had become distant over the years then the straw that broke the camel's back was when she found out that he had been cheating with her best friend, devastation claimed her. She demanded for a divorce and as if to punish her he made sure she was left with nothing more than the clothes on her back. One night she disappeared with her twins, and years passed. Varian came face-to-face with her again. The only woman who could cure a plague unlike any seen in a hundred years. He tried to win her back but now saw that their twins was calling another man ‘Daddy’

‘เจวิส’ สำหรับเขา ผู้หญิงก็แค่อาหารว่างตอนอยู่บนเตียงก็เท่านั้น ! “เลว? หึ ก่อนหน้านี้เธอไม่ได้พูดแบบนี้”

Richard Lorde’s childhood friend had just become a widow. On our fifth wedding anniversary, he brought his childhood friend and her daughter into a karaoke box and removed my ring right before everyone. “Lily needs a proper status right now. It’s no longer right for you to wear that ring. “Resign from your job tomorrow and take care of Lily and her daughter.” Everyone in the room fell silent as they waited for me to blow my top off. But I said nothing. I calmly brought out the divorce agreement I had already signed, put it on the table, and left. My best friend stood up to advise me against it, but Richard just swung the wine glass and snorted. “Let her. She’ll come begging for my forgiveness before tomorrow.” When I slammed the door shut, I heard laughter from the room. What they did not know was that half an hour ago, I had received a message telling me that my visa application had been approved. The person in charge of picking me up had been waiting at my house ten minutes ago. This time, I was not turning back.