Paano Mag Move On

Aurora is a twenty-year-old young woman currently studying journalism. What sets her apart from others is her exuberant joy, audacity, and frankness, known for not mincing her words. She is in search of a polite, caring, and loving man, just like Alexander, a college colleague for whom she harbors a platonic passion. However, as she often says, "Life loves to play tricks on me," her path crosses with that of Tristan Callahan, the ruthless and sadistic president of one of the top accounting firms in New York. Despite Aurora being a modest girl, lacking expensive material possessions, she holds something extremely valuable to Tristan: her virginity. He is desperate to obtain it, but Aurora is not willing to easily give in.

TEQUILA SET | $EX STORIES ⚠️ Trigger Warning sexual harassment คุกคามทางเพศ ทั้งพูดและกระทำ sexual Assult / rape มีการล่วงละเมิดทางเพศ / ขืนใจ BDSM / NC / PWP / ADULT ONLY TURN ME ON สวาทร้อนซ่อนรัก (3P+) ยังไม่ระบุพระเอก   Honey / ฮันนี่ ( ยาหยี ) ลูกครึ่ง ไทย / รัสเซีย "แล้วนาย....อยากจะลองดื่มเตกีล่า สักช็อตไหม?" "เพื่อว่าเราจะเข้ากันได้ง่ายขึ้น?" Bear Brown / แบร์บราวน์ - หนุ่มหล่อไฮโซในสังคมชั้นสูง ผู้ไม่เคยต้องเกรงกลัวใคร - ลูกชายเพียงเดียวของนักการเมืองชื่อดัง ผู้ทรงอิทธิพลมากคนหนึ่งของประเทศ อย่างท่านคามิน ว่าที่แคนดิเดตนายกรัฐมนตรีคนต่อไปของประเทศไทย Lion / ไลออน - มาเฟียหนุ่มเลือดร้อน ผู้ไม่เคยแพ้ให้ใคร - ผู้สืบทอดตำแหน่งหัวหน้าแก็งมาเฟียใหญ่ ฮ่องกง อาณาจักรค้าอาวุธปืนเถื่อน และรวมไปถึงสิ่งผิดกฎหมายมากมาย Dragon / ดราก้อน - คุณชายหนุ่มเพลย์บอย ผู้ไม่เคยเป็นที่สองรองจากใคร - ทายาทเพียงคนเดียวของ บริษัทเบียร์มังกร

My parents' enemy kidnapped me and live-streamed cutting off my fingers, just to force them to show up. For a time, the entire internet was searching for my parents. But what no one knew was that the police chief on the live connection was my real father. At that very moment, he was on a beach in Havai, lighting fireworks for his adopted son. And on their barbecue table, the live stream of my fingers being cut off was playing. Later, I survived long enough to be rescued, and I reached out with my severed fingers, wanting to touch my parents. But they recoiled in disgust and, without so much as a backward glance, took their adopted son out for steak. What they never realized was that hidden inside my severed fingers was something that would make them regret everything.

I spend ten years helping my fiancé fight and claw his way to the top. Finally, he becomes the head of the local mafia. But once he has everything, he falls for another woman. Suddenly, he wants nothing to do with the promise he made to marry me. Just as he boasts about throwing her the wedding of the century, one of his men can't hold back his confusion. "Olivia stood by you through everything. Weren't you crazy about her? And now you're marrying someone else?" Joshua Harding snuffs out his cigarette, slowly turning the silver couple's ring he shares with Abigail Mauser between his fingers. "Olivia?" He scoffs. "She's got blood on her hands. How could she ever compare to my sweet, innocent Abigail?" The subordinate hesitates. "But Olivia's sharp. If she finds out and turns against you, then what?" Joshua frowns before smirking coldly. "Belcove is completely under my control. It's not like I'll lose it without her around." Little does he know I'm standing outside and listening to every word. I drop the medicine I brought him into the trash and pull out my phone. I text his biggest rival, Michael Sheridan. "Want Joshua's turf and his life? I'm handing them to you!"

Using an alternative account, I secretly join a cycling group chat that my husband, Liam Johnson, is in. One day, an announcement is made in the group chat. "We'll be organizing a weekend mountain biking activity with an overnight stay, with two people sharing a room. To add some excitement, we'll be drawing lots for room assignments." I can't really understand it. Curious, I ask, "What if a man and a woman end up drawing the same room?"

De soirées arrosées en matins difficiles, de séparations en trahisons, Solveig, ses amis et leurs petits secrets voguent en quête de bonheur et de stabilité.Mais confrontés à la mort d'un des leurs, ils sont poussés dans leurs retranchements. Alors que Solveig cherche à oublier ses blessures, une disparition mystérieuse vient tout bouleverser.Quand tout perd son sens, chacun cherche ses réponses.Et si le plus difficile à trouver était soi-même ?"Un roman qui se libère des stéréotypes misogynes de la littérature."

My marriage to Bryan wasn’t perfect, but it was never bad enough for me to want him dead. Yet when he was brutally murdered in a hotel room, every finger pointed at me. His family accused me. The world believed them I spent months behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit. My empire crumbled. My only child now sees me as a murderer. I was bullied, broken, and forgotten until Damon stepped back into my life. Damon, my ex-lover, is now fighting to clear my name. He has one goal: to set me free. But he has another theory, one more shocking than the accusation itself, My Husband could be faking his death to make me suffer and start a new life with his mistress . Freedom didn’t make life easier. Outside those prison walls, I’m paying for my husband’s mistakes while battling for custody of my son, his family took everything from me but what if i turned everything around in my favour? And the question haunting me remains: Or how long was my supposed dead husband going to keep hiding?

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

A wedding she never wanted. A man she never met. A love she never saw coming. When carefree heiress Elizabeth Knight is called back home from her lavish vacation, the last thing she expects is a forced marriage to Aaron Vanderbilt, the cold billionaire heir of her family’s greatest rival. The marriage is meant to save her father’s company from bankruptcy and end the feud between the two families. Instead, it throws her into a web of dangerous family secrets and betrayal. Her new husband, Aaron, makes it clear that the marriage is for business and not real, and he doesn't want to be around her except when necessary. But when her first love returns to town, she's torn between returning to the first man she had ever loved or exploring the growing spark between her and her arranged husband. Will she fall for the stranger she married? Or return to the love she lost? What happens when she finds out shocking family secrets surrounding her birth and a deadly plot that could ruin her life?

It was the day of our marriage. We were supposed to meet up at the City Hall, but my fiancee stood me up. I waited for her the whole day, and the only answer I got was a picture from her assistant. My girlfriend sat astride on his lap, and her arms were wrapped around his neck while they were locked in a deep kiss. "Sorry, Mr. Terraton. Sophie insisted on comforting me. You don't mind, do you?" I demanded answers from my girlfriend, but that only made her impatient. "He donated his blood to me. Yeah, I was with him, but so what? Man up, will you?" That killed any love I had for her, and I called my soon-to-be ex-girlfriend's sister. "Hey, Sylvie. Yeah, about your proposal. So will you marry me?"