Noi X Pierce

#เมื่ออุบัติเหตุนำพามาสู่เรื่องราววุ่นวายแบบไม่มีใครคาดคิด #ความใกล้ชิดที่เริ่มต้นจากสถานการณ์บังคับจะยั่งยืนสักแค่ไหน? #สุดท้ายหัวใจจะเลือกใคร...ระหว่างคนที่รักไม่ได้ กับคนที่ไม่คิดจะรัก...

ความสัมพันธ์ที่เริ่มต้นจากความลับ…มันก็ต้องเป็นความลับตลอดไป! It’s complicated relationship เป็นความสัมพันธ์ที่ค่อนข้างซับซ้อน ไม่มีความชัดเจน ไม่แน่ใจว่าเป็นความรักหรือเราคิดไปเอง เขารักเราไหม แล้วเรารักเขาจริงๆรึเปล่า ทุกอย่างมันดูเลือนลาง ล่องลอยไม่มีจุดยืนและพร้อมที่สลายหายไปได้ทุกเมื่อ แต่สำหรับเขาและเธอ มันยิ่งกว่านั้น…

lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd like to forget to get a book out of my locker, so I went to go quickly and went to get it. I was leaning against the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door. When warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move" being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hands backward. I hear a grunt and turn to find the person hunched over as they hold part of their face "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. and then he looked up. the first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. it looked so smooth, and 1 almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering It was him. Six. He is the most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook.

"แล้วเราจะอยู่กันแบบนี้เหรอ คือมึงตั้งใจจะเอากูไปเรื่อย ๆ แบบที่เป็นเพื่อนกันยังงี้เหรอ" "แล้วจะให้กูทำไง พี่มึงมันไม่ได้เพิ่งพูดหรอกนะ แต่มันพูดมาตลอดว่าไม่ให้ใครในกลุ่มยุ่งกับมึง!"

S.I.X. Also spelled SIX, or simply the number 6. With over eight billion people in the world, seven of those eight reckon with the name S.I.X. To the oblivious masses, it’s just a name. To the fairly informed, it’s a jinx, bringing destruction. To the cops and government, it’s their nemesis. And to the Mafia world, it’s the legacy of a legend. * Ten years in the Italian ‘La Fratellanza’ Mafia family, SIX has harbored a fervent urge to hang up his boots and leave the dark world he has grown to love. But he, more than anyone else, knows the rules: the brotherhood is forever, and the only way out is in a body bag. With much appeal, he is cut some slack and given one condition - protect the Rodriguez heiress until she finally gets wedded to the Capo of the La Fratellanza family. Frustrated, SIX unwinds at a bar and ends up in bed with a mysterious vixen. The next morning, he takes the first flight to NYC to begin his assignment. But there she is, in the arms of the Capo, and he finally learns her real name - Arabella Rodriguez, fiancée to the Capo, heiress to the Rodriguez empire... and his fucking one-night stand. A bloody twist! But the beginning of a catastrophe in his quest to leave the dark world.

A heart, as soft as cloud, goes through so much pain and agony. Any smile that lits up his face, later turns to sorrow. But that life got changed by an angel who took his breath away, who sealed the hole in his heart and gave him the happiness he could ever wish for.

Meet Gab Ibañez, an engineering student, who constantly experience heart break. She thought that no man would stay and love her until the end. Not until she met Knight Jordan in online. Is he the one who would stay or he will be just another guy who will leave her in the midst of it all?

"Why do you want to be my bride so badly?" he questioned, his mesmerizing eyes locked Crystal's. Crystal shook her head, reminding herself of her goal. "To marry someone like you, an angel from heaven. Marrying you would be, no doubt, a blessing." She stammered, looking away. He leaned closer to her; his breath grazed her skin. "An angel?" he chuckled deviously. "Are you sure, I'm an angel?" Crystal Fei was a fiery woman with a thirst for revenge. For ten years, she has been looking for the culprit who caused her brother's death at all costs. Finally, when she was on the brink of hopelessness, a man reached out, promising her revenge on that person. But what game did fate play on Crystal when she was tasked to steal his heart in an undercover mission to avenge her brother? Will it still be a game of pretense when she looked into his eyes. The eyes that was so sharp and mysterious, his eyes that pierced her heart.

Eliah Calder, jeune étudiante accusée d’un crime qu’elle n’a pas commis, est internée dans un lieu hors du monde : Eden Noir, un institut psychiatrique secret, conçu pour des "patients sans remède". Mais derrière les murs, rien ne ressemble à un hôpital. C’est un laboratoire. Une prison blanche. Un théâtre de contrôle mental. Et surtout, il y a Caïn Morgenstern, directeur charismatique, glaçant, manipulateur de génie. Il ne soigne pas : il expérimente. Il dissèque l’âme humaine. Et Eliah devient son sujet favori. Sa faiblesse. Son terrain de jeu. Sauf qu’elle refuse de plier. Ce qui devait être une descente… devient une guerre. Entre deux esprits. Deux corps. Deux monstres en miroir. Entre manipulation et attraction, douleur et dépendance, Eliah va comprendre qu’elle n’a jamais été choisie au hasard. Elle est le cœur d’un projet plus vaste. Et Caïn, peut-être, ne l’a jamais vraiment possédée.

My father loved silence. He believed noise was the mark of lesser people, so he installed a decibel meter in our home. Speaking above 40 decibels meant that we would have to pay him 10 dollars, laughing above 60 decibels meant 50 dollars, and crying or throwing a tantrum was a serious offense at 100 dollars per second. The year I turned four, I fell and broke my arm. I did not make a single sound. I bit down so hard that I cracked two teeth, but I saved thousands in noise fees. He praised me for it and called me a "high-value child," one that was worth the investment. I treasured that compliment and observed the rules carefully, keeping the house wrapped in suffocating silence. Then came the stormy night a thief broke in. He had a knife and was creeping toward my mother as she slept, and I watched it all from the gap in the wardrobe where I was hiding. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shriek and wake my father, to do something, anything. However, my eyes drifted to the decibel meter on the wall, and my hand found nothing but an empty pocket. I did not have enough allowance. One scream would cost hundreds, and I simply could not afford it.