One Act Play Script About Love

"You think you can just leave without a trace after what happened that night?" His hands pinned her arms above her head, his piercing blue eyes boring into hers. "W-what do you mean?" she stuttered, his scent reminding her of that night—the night that had changed her life completely. "What do I mean? Are you seriously asking me that, woman? If your brain can't recall how we burned together on that bed, how about I remind you right here?" His face was dangerously close as he growled into her ear. Her eyes widened. He meant it. Every single word. He was the king of the entertainment world, after all. "Let me go," she demanded stubbornly, her voice barely audible. He let out a low, dark chuckle that sent a chill down her spine. "Let you go? Oh, I'll let you go, Tatiana. But not until you understand the consequences of crossing paths with me." •••••••••• In the world of the entertainment industry, we see constant change and creativity. Trends come and go, as do collaborations between artists and producers. This world can make anyone wish to be a part of it—it is said to be inspiring and enjoyable... Meanwhile, that's only on the surface. The same world is filled with deceit, betrayal, fake love, ruthless competition, toxic fans who could ruin you, suicide, and dissatisfaction... This world is mostly dominated by men. How can a woman, hurt by this world, face it—especially when she had a night and her life tangled with the king of them all?

ผู้ชายที่เธอมีสัมพันธ์ลึกซึ้งด้วยในคืนนั้นคือ'พ่อของเพื่อน' เขาคือพ่อของเพื่อน...เธอคือเพื่อนของลูก ขุนพล อายุ 40 ปี หล่อ รวย สุขุม โสด แต่มีลูกสาว (คุณพ่อเลี้ยงเดี่ยว) ข้าวหอม อายุ 22 ปี เด็กแว่น ตัวขาว น่ารัก โสด ไม่เคยมีแฟน (แว่นเฉิ่ม) สำคัญ ขุนพลกับข้าวหอม มาจากเรื่อง อ้อนรักอาสิงห์ ขุนพล คือพ่อของ ของขวัญ ข้าวหอม คือเพื่อนสนิทของ ของขวัญ

For seven years I have stayed by his side. For three years, I gave him all of my love and devotion when I felt the mate bond spark between us. Unfortunately Riker Wraith took everything I gave him for granted all for his childhood friend. In the end I, Cassandra Thornhill, decided to forget my one-sided soul mate so that I can find true love and happiness.

Warning!! This book drips with heat, desire, and forbidden pleasure. Explicit content. Strictly for 18+ readers only. One reckless night. One irresistible stranger. One taste of sin that changes everything. They thought it was just lust, raw, intoxicating, and unforgettable. They thought they could walk away when morning came. But desire wouldn't fade that easily…not when the man they gave their body to turns out to be the very one they couldn't have. Her mother’s soon-to-be husband. Her own student, young and untamed. Her dangerously powerful new boss. The forbidden fruit was never meant to be touched, yet once tasted, it leaves them aching for more. Passion deepens, secrets twist tighter, and temptation refuses to let go. A collection of dangerously addictive series: Book 1: One-Night Stand with My Stepfather. Book 2: One-Night Stand with My Student. Book 3: One-Night Stand with My New Boss. If you crave stories that are sultry, scandalous, and impossible to put down, slip this into your library and surrender to the heat.

I gave my heart to a stranger on the worst night of my life. After six years of sacrifice, I was betrayed by my boyfriend proposed to my best friend on our graduation day. An orphan who worked tirelessly to put us through college, I was left with nothing but heartbreak and shame. Drunk, broken, and desperate to forget, I spent one reckless night with a stranger. By morning, he was gone. A month later, I discovered I was pregnant. Eight months later, he returned—not with love, but cruelty. He took my baby from my arms and called me a disgrace. I lost everything. Even my memories. Eight years later, broke and struggling to survive, I applied for a job as a nanny. The moment the door opens, my world shatters. He stands there—richer, colder, more powerful. The man from that night. The father of my child. He knows exactly who I am. He knows the little boy clinging to him is my son. But I don't remember him. I don't remember the child I lost. Now I live under his roof, care for the son I unknowingly gave birth to, and work in the shadow of the man who destroyed my life. As my memories slowly return, so does my strength. And this time, I won't be the one left broken. Because the past isn't done with us yet… And neither is my revenge.

[ Warning: It has violence, killings and 18+ erotica theme] Getting into an intimate relationship was not my choice, but when I saw him, I lost myself. Bella Diór was a carefree, young, beautiful, impatient, and playgirl who couldn't open her heart to any man. As the only daughter of Choelob Chairman, her greatest fear was that men pursue her because of her father's wealth. Her insatiable desire was fueled by a string of disappointments in her personal life. Desires included being tied up and used as a rag doll by a dominant man. Bella Diór's wildest fantasies came true in the form of a handsome man, thanks to an unexpected turn of events. Caspar Mcadam, 28 years old, the richest man in the world, met Bella in a nightclub . Young, brilliant, powerful, and with billions in his pockets, he is more than the proper gentleman he appears to be, concealing a dark personality reserved solely for bedroom exhortation. This man became Bella Diór's obsession, and she falls head over heels in love with this most dangerous man. Fascinated and tempted by each other's desires, their relationship grew into an obsession. There was also a brutal truth about Bella's relationship with Caspar. To learn more about their enticing temptation, read further.

In the seventh year of dating Lorenzo Townsend, he still didn't want to marry me. One day, I said to him, "Lorenzo, I'm getting married." He frowned slightly, not even sure if he heard me right. "The company is going public, and we're swamped. This is not the time to discuss such an insignificant topic," he said. I smiled calmly. Maybe to him, it seemed like I was pushing him to marry me. But the truth was, I was getting married, but not to him.

The day I confirmed my mate at twenty, I was stunned to find the Moon Goddess had arranged two mates for me. Alpha Amos put their photos in front of me: two heirs to the pack’s Alpha line. One was the proud and powerful Glen Wolfe, the elder brother, famed as the strongest werewolf in the north. The other was the quiet and mysterious Ryan Wolfe, the younger brother everyone whispered about because he still hadn’t awakened his wolf; they called him a useless runt. “This is the Moon Goddess’s decree,” Alpha Amos said solemnly. “Whoever you choose will be your mate and the next Alpha of the pack.” Without hesitating, I chose the younger brother, Ryan. My choice shocked everyone. After all, everyone knew I was madly in love with Glen and that I would only ever marry him. However, they did not know the truth. In my last life, I’d chosen Glen, only to discover he was having an affair with his secretary, Fawn Albertson. Alpha Amos flew into a rage and banished Fawn from the pack. Glen, convinced I had betrayed him behind his back, turned his hatred on me. From then on, he deliberately made a show of being intimate with his mistresses in front of me, forcing me to taste the pain of the mate bond. I was tormented and humiliated by those mistresses until I felt less than dirt. When my unborn pup was poisoned by one of them and died, I couldn’t take it any longer. I chose to end my life. I never expected the Moon Goddess to give me a second chance. This time, I resolved to step aside so that Glen could be happy with Fawn. However, he had also been sent back in time to relive his life, and instead of calm, he broke down.

My brother and I get into a car accident. My heart is ruptured—I need emergency surgery. But my mother, the hospital director, calls every available doctor… to my brother's room. He only has a few scrapes, yet she orders a full-body scan for him while I lie there bleeding out. I beg her to help me, but she snaps, visibly annoyed, "Can't you stop fighting for attention for once? Your brother almost injured a bone!" In the end, I die on the operating table. But after the news of my death breaks, my mother, who has always hated me, completely loses her mind.

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."