No One Can Make You Feel Inferior Without Your Consent

Genre: Drama, Romance, suspense In Indonesia, right in the city known as Medan, a king named King Maeko rules over his people. He is known for his fearlessness and discipline. He is the respecter of no one. And his family members includes: Queen Amber his wife, Niran, his first prince, Arjun the second prince and Hana the last princess. This family is feared by everyone even down to the children of Medan. The king every year, goes to the poor cities in Indonesia to get slaves for his city. He doing this shows he has power, and is considered as the strongest of all kinds in Indonesia. This position is a yearly competition and for more almost four years he has been the owner of that position. Soon, the time to choose the strongest will come soon and he needs to do what he does best, which is bring slaves from the poor cities. Not only slaves, but also well built men, their cattles and many more. After checking the list of the cities he had raided, his next town is Java. Java is a poor city but known for its peaceful citizens and their cooperation in moving the town forward. Fortunately or Unfortunately, the king embarked on this journey and then did what he could do best. Brought in the most beautiful of their animals, men and then ladies where Akira happened to be. Some would be kept in the palace to serve as maids, some outside the palace. On the long run Akira finds herself in the palace. And then met with the king's family and then Arjun, the second prince saw how beautiful she was, and then this feeling started growing in our Prince Arjun.

Minho hanya ingin tau bagaimana rasanya jatuh cinta, ia ingin tau rasanya berpacaran. Namun ia salah dalam memilih keputusan hingga membuat reputasinya buruk, hanya.. sedikit. Karena, lebih banyak orang yang buta karena telah jatuh cinta padanya.

For three years, I played the role of a dutiful wife to my husband, Williams, until I found out I was just a mere substitute for his first love— the woman he truly loved.  When she returned, he threw divorce papers at me as if I meant nothing.  And when I refused to sign them, I was forced to donate my blood to his precious mistress, causing me to lose a child I never even knew I was carrying. Shattered and broken, I walked away with one purpose— avenging the death of my unborn child.  He realised his mistake, but it was too late. I was no longer his substitute, but a future he'll never touch.  “You were right, Williams. I was a substitute you never deserved.” 

Six years after marrying Rhiannon Westley, she takes a lover. He's like a puppy—timid and clingy. He flinches at the slightest raised voice, so Rhiannon never loses her temper in front of him. But when he acts up in front of me, Rhiannon snaps. She's furious, and she gives him a harsh scolding. The next day, he sends me a photo of his neck covered in red marks. "Zane, Ms. Westley is so fierce..."

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She walked back into my life as if she had always lived there as if my heart was a home built just for her. Meeting her was completely unplanned, but soon turned out to be the most beautiful part of my life. I thought that keeping her away from me would keep her safe, but I was wrong. You can keep the person that gives meaning to your life away, but I should have listened to her. I should have given it all up for us to be happy, but I was too selfish to do that.

"นอนกับฉัน..แล้วทุกอย่างจะจบ" "ไม่มีวัน!" "งั้นก็เตรียมตัวดูคลิปน้องสาวเธอ...อมคXXฉันใน PORNHUB คืนนี้ได้เลย" ….. … . " ดะ..เดี๋ยว.." "หึ หึ..ถอดเสื้อผ้าออกให้หมด ... ถ้าเธออยากจะคุยกับฉัน!” MAKE A MISTAKE พลั้งพลาดรัก ( เพอร์ซุส ) 🚩 RED FLAG ( พระเอกธงแดง) ⚠️ Trigger warning  📌 TOXIC RELATIONSHIP , BDSM , RAPE 📌 มีการข่มขู่ คุกคาม บังคับ และ Sexual harassment 📌 พระเอกนอนกับผู้หญิงอื่น (ไม่ได้มีแค่นางเอกคนเดียว) 📌เนื้อหาเรื่องทางเพศเยอะ และใช้ถ้อยคำหยาบคาย 📌 อายุต่ำกว่า 18+ ปี ห้ามอ่านเด็ดขาด ⚠️ ใครไม่ชอบนิยายแนวนี้ ตะเกียงมีนิยายหลากหลายค่ะ เลือกอ่านแนวที่ตรงจริตดีกว่านะคะ หลังจากอ่านคำเตือนและตัวอย่างแล้วคิดว่าไม่ใช่แนวที่ท่านชอบ..ไว้ค่อยเจอกันใหม่เรื่องหน้า ๆ ก็ได้นะคะ 🛥️ สำหรับท่านที่พร้อมรับแรงกระแทก เชิญลงเรือได้เลยค่ะ…

When Alyssa's boyfriend dumped her after a five-year-long relationship, little did she know that she was in for a toe-curling slow burn romance that turns into a wild ride with another guy from another time. Through a bizarre phenomenon, she wakes up as Allena, a Celtic tribe chief's daughter in ~200 BCE. With secrets to keep, adventures to go on, and a man to love, a timeless heartwarming love story spanning tens of centuries unfolds as the tides of destiny bring two fated, star-crossed lovers together.

It was our seventh anniversary. Christopher Quinton proposed to me with nothing but a ring pull. He got his true love a house. When I said no, he rebuked me like I was some sort of gold digger. "I thought my love for you was worth more than anything money could buy. I only got Rachel that house to pay her back for all she did for me. I can't believe you thought I still loved her. You disappoint me." I broke up with him and tossed the ring pull into the bin. Then, I walked off. The next day, Christopher took away my position as VP and told everyone he was getting engaged to Rachel. … Five years later, we ran into each other at a charity horserace. He was a successful businessman, and the woman beside him was Rachel, all dressed in custom-made clothes. I was dressed in janitor attire and stuffing plastic bottles into my woven bag. He mocked, "Look at you, Queenie Dean. Scavenging for a living. Bet you didn't see this coming when you ditched me, did you?" I ignored him. My son had run off, and I had to look for him. The boy noticed the plastic bottles that were strewn across the ground, and he insisted that we stay back to finish his social practice activity here.

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.