Not As Good Synonym

เพราะเสียคนรักจากการลอบทำร้ายของคู่อริเมื่อห้าปีก่อน มาร์คัสจึงไม่คิดจะรักใครอีก แต่เหมือนฟ้าจะกลั่นแกล้งเมื่อมาเจอกับมิรันดาสาวน้อยที่เขาใช้เงินซื้อมาเพื่อให้เธอเลิกยุ่งกับน้องเขยของตนเอง ชายหนุ่มทั้งรักทั้งหลง แต่ก็ไม่อยากให้เหตุการณ์แบบเดิมเกิดขึ้นอีก เขาจึงคิดจะวางมือและถอนตัวจากธุรกิจสีเทา แต่การจะลงจากหลังเสือนั้นมันยากกว่าที่คิดไว้ ในเมื่อมีคนที่จ้องจะกำจัดเขาให้สิ้นซาก

Having dated for five years and been married for seven, she had never missed his birthday in the past 12 years. The 12 gifts from previous years were carefully placed in the storage closet. However, this year's birthday gift...

“Listen, Gadreel Ødegaar," she looked at him, not hesitating this time. "It's my anniversary present for you. Let's divorce." *** Ivory Remington had sacrificed five years to look after her husband Gadreel who was in a vegetative state after an accident and a few months ago, he finally awakened like a miracle. She thought it was the start of their happy life but Gadreel still had no heart for her. On their anniversary and her birthday, she received a cheating video of her dear husband and her stepsister. Heartbroken, Ivory chose to quit this stupid game. She decided to set him free but the reason she left on the divorce agreement pierced Gadreel's noble pride. *** "Impotent? Are you serious?" He gripped her wrist and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. “I’m a woman, Gadreel. I’m tired of being in a sexless marriage. Let’s end it once and for all.” “Sexless, huh?” he chuckled lowly and without warning grabbed her chin in between his hands, pulling her face closer. "Turns out my wife was so eager to get a man between her legs? "

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

“I was never in love with you, Adonai. You were nothing but a means to an end. Therefore, I, Aria Blackwood, reject you, Adonai King as mate,” I said defiantly. Those seafoam eyes remained icy, his face betraying no form of pain. “Are you done?” The indifference in his voice startled me. “Get on the bed, little flower and spread those legs for me. I don't need a mate bond to completely own you.” Mated to a cursed Alpha, Aria believed that the only way to escape humiliation and torture she was constantly subjected to at the Moonbeam pack was to give her mate, Asher, a child and break the curse. But just as she broke the curse, Asher turned against her and had both Aria and her new born thrown into a furnace. The goddess grants her a second chance where she returns as Jasmine Green, a woman who committed on her wedding day. Inorder to execute her revenge, she must completely surrender herself to Adonai King, the ruthless Lycan King and make him fall head over heels for her. What happens when Jasmine's world is a lot more complicated than Aria? When she finds herself drowning in Adonai's darkness and seduction? With a secret lover, a bitter twin and scheming mistresses, will Aria be able to navigate through the web of conspiracies to win Adonai's heart and get her revenge or will she be caught in the crossfire and suffer a second death?

 “Humans like you always beg in the end and it’s pathetic.” "I am going to fuck you like a whore and later beg to be killed", NOT REJECTED BUT UNWANTED  My world cracked open in an instant. “No!” I screamed, but the alley swallowed it. My legs gave out, but his grip held me up, forcing me to watch. Alex—was he—? His body twitched. Once. Twice. Then... nothing. “You’ll join him soon enough,” he whispered, but did he mean it? Was I next? Before I could process, his hand lashed out. My vision went black. Was this the end?

Viola Walden lived a quiet life for seven years until her biggest secret became known to the world. One of London's most prestigious Billionaire CEO's Kade and Klyde Harold was rumored to be the father of her triplets - children that were taken from her the day she gave birth to them. The scandalous event that led to her pregnancy leads to her life being put in danger and the only way out was for her to leave the US and accept refuge from the Harolds in London, unfortunately she is told that she must marry one of the brothers upon her arrival immediately and Viola is distraught because her relationship with both brothers is too complicated for her to marry either. After much protests, she is married to the twin she least expects and is trapped in a marriage which is nothing but a deal between him and his father. He wishes to be independent from his father's company but his father will only allow it if he and Viola can remain married for a year. It seemed like a fair deal except the condition also includes one more thing - they must never sex. How possible will that be especially with their undeniable attraction for each other?

From the cross world of wealth and destitution, love blooms between the superiority of Primo and his wife's replica, Larika—under a curb sequence of transformation. "I formally announced you... my wife."

"Doesn't it bother you?" I blurted out right there and then, having been asking myself that question since the night we slept together. I was curious, but I'd been obviously avoiding him. "What? That you're the heir to the Siren-" "That I'm trans," I said. I could care less about what he think of me being a Sirenio by blood. "T-That I'm a trans...man," "Does it bother you that I'm bisexual?" he asked me. I hadn't expected that response. Not when I'm having mixed feelings about all of this. "Does it?" he probed, closing what's left of the space between. His scent and warmth envelopes me as I'm caged between him and the sink. I shook my head. "Use your words, Miles," he said running his finger over my bottom lip. I shuddered at the sensation it brought to my body. "You were so good with those, that night," I sucked in a sharp breath. I looked away, and his touch disappeared immediately. "It was a mistake," I whispered, my heart racing. "What...happened was a-" "I don't do mistakes, Miles," Mr Stark said guiding my eyes back to his. "You should know that by now," I let out a shaky breath when his thumb found my bottom lip again. "Does it bother you that I want to fuck you right now?"

Yvonne Jamison wants to get married after being with Jared Ford for seven years. She prepares her own wedding dress, but he doesn't pop the question. On the day they're scheduled for a pre-marriage medical checkup, she waits for him at the hospital from day to night. Yet, he's busy throwing a celebration for his new secretary. The secretary shares a social media update and tags Yvonne in it. The update comes with a photo of a diamond ring from Jared and a suggestive caption. Yvonne doesn't cause a fuss. She likes the update, quits her job, and goes home for a blind date. Jared is unfazed. He's sure she won't actually leave him. "I'll just give her the cold shoulder for a few days to teach her a lesson. She'll be back soon enough." However, the days pass, and Yvonne doesn't return. Jared loses his cool. For the first time ever, he submits to Yvonne. "Have you had enough of this tantrum? Come back if you still want to marry me. This is your last chance!" "Mr. Ford, Ms. Jamison has already met someone else on a blind date." Later, Yvonne shares a photo of her marriage certificate on her social media. Jared, who has always been arrogant and aloof, loses his mind. He kneels outside her house in the rain for three days and nights. "Please come back to me, Yvonne!" The door opens, and a man clad in nothing but a towel around his waist emerges. He says hoarsely, "My wife has fallen asleep from her exhaustion. Please leave, Mr. Ford."