Pink Hair Guy

ศลิษา สาวน้อยวัยมหาลัยดันไปถูกตาต้องใจ เฟรเดอริค มาเฟียหนุ่มหล่อเจ้าของชื่อเสียงอันลือเลื่องว่าเขากินดุ กินเผ็ด ไซส์ใหญ่และรสนิยมไม่ธรรมดา เขาส่งลูกน้องมาตามเฝ้าเพื่อกันไม่ให้ใครมายุ่งกับหญิงสาว แต่เธอจะหนีเขาได้ยังไงในเมื่อเขาบุกมาหาเธอถึงที่ห้อง ดูเหมือนเธอจะเป็นผู้หญิงคนเดียวที่เขาพาเข้าบ้านและยัดเยียดสถานะเมียให้

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

นริยา ไปบ้านของเพื่อนสนิทเพื่อไปติวหนังสือก่อนเรียนจบมัธยมปลาย จนได้พบกับพี่ชายของเพื่อน แต่ดูเหมือนว่าเขาจะตั้งใจจับจองเธอตั้งแต่ครั้งแรกที่เจอ ถึงกับมอบรอยตีตราเอาไว้บนลำคอ แล้วเธอจะหนีเขาได้อย่างไร

The room is dimly lit, the air is filled with the smell of sex and alcohol; the guy laying next to the girl is panting heavily. She on the other hand is laying next to him, all curled up; soft whimpers are coming out of her lips. The guy wraps his muscular arms around her waist and pushes her a little away from him. She opens her eyes halfway through and stares at the guy, his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; his dark brown eyes are closed. His sharp features are glistening, when the little rays of the sun hits his face that is coming in through the window. Forwarding her hand, she caresses his thin lower lip with her index finger and closes her eyes. "Get out." He says in a harsh tone from beside her. Her eyes flutter open completely hearing his harsh words; she always thinks why he acts so badly with her? Retracting her hand back to herself she sits up, her lower belly aches in the bitter sweet pain. A groan comes out of her mouth and her hands go straight to on top of her lower belly, to caress it. His clothes and hers are scattered around on the floor. The entire room is a mess, the bed sheet is all crinkled; pillows are off the bed.

My name is Freya, I'm 16 but will be turning 17 in a few weeks, I'm a Junior at Belleview High, I'm part of the art club along with the photography club, I have straight A's which has always made my dad proud of me. I am finally out of that awkward teenage stage where my head was to big for my body, plus I'm no longer built like a little boy. Andrew is 17, 6 foot at least, with dark chocolate brown hair, the most piercing blue eyes i have ever seen in my life, with a strong jaw and the most perfect tan pink lush lips that I would love to crash my own against, he's built like a God and just his eyes can send a shiver down my spine. Everything about him makes my insides tense. He pushes me against a wall, pinning me to it while holding my hands above my head, his deep voice vibrating through my chest as he speaks with our closeness. Does he want me the way I want him? Can we hide what happens between us from our parent? I will risk it all for him. Will he do the same for me?

ฟางข้าว หญิงสาวหน้าตาน่ารัก ณดล หนุ่มลูกครึ่งตาหวาน ผิวขาวกว่าผู้หญิงหลายๆ คน จะเป็นยังไงถ้าต่างฝ่ายต่างแอบรักกันอยู่ แต่ไม่มีใครยอมพูดออกมา ความสัมพันธ์ครั้งนี้ ใครจะเป็นฝ่ายเริ่มก่อน และจะลงเอยยังไง “แต่ถ้าฉันไม่อยู่ ควรรู้นะ…ว่าจะต้องทำตัวยังไง แต่งตัวยังไง เข้าใจไหม หืม” ใบหน้าหวานหันหน้าหนีปลายจมูกโด่งที่คลอเคลียแก้มนุ่ม พูดเสียงดุดัน เจ้าของตักแกร่งถือโอกาสสูดดมกลิ่นหอมหวานจากร่างบางบนตัก ริมฝีปากกัดหัวไหล่มนแรงๆ อย่างมันเขี้ยว “อ๊ะ เจ็บ” “หืม เสียงได้อารมณ์ดีจัง”

“Where’s that bastard?” My eyes snapped toward the woman storming into the room like a hurricane. “I couldn’t stop her, Mr. Darian!” I waved the guy away and studied the woman whose hair looked like it had gone through war, clearly fighting her way up here. My brothers looked just as entertained as I did confused. “Which bastard?” “My bastard of a husband! Where is Darian Freeman?” My brothers burst out laughing like they’d just witnessed the world’s finest comedy show. I, however, failed to see the joke. She smoothed her wild hair, fixing those hazel eyes on me. “Tell me where he is. I swear I won’t kill him. I just want to shove these papers down his throat,” she said, waving the papers in my face. “There must be a mistake,” I said, still trying to piece this insanity together. “Oh stop feeding me fairy tales! Where is that son of a bitch?” “Are you insane? There’s clearly a mistake here! I am Darian Freeman and I am one hundred percent sure I am not your husband!”

I fall in love with my father's friend, an Alpha 20 years my senior. I'm only eight when I first meet him. It happens at a banquet for the upper echelons of the werewolf pack. My father brings me with him. Layson Romanov instantly catches my eye. He stands tall at six feet and two inches, and his toned figure shows through his black suit. He exudes a natural dominance. My father introduces me to him, and he caresses my hair with a smile. Then, he gives me a pink dress adorned with pearls and pink diamonds. "You'll look beautiful when you're old enough to wear this." Back then, I didn't understand what he meant. … Ten years later, I put on that dress and enter his room. He's drugged after falling into someone's trap, and his wolf is out of control. His usually calm eyes are filled with mania. I know that he'll go insane—even lose his life—if he doesn't have an antidote. So, I give him my pure, untainted body. I become his antidote. We later marry, and he loves me as my father would've done. However, when I'm four months pregnant, I discover that his personal secretary, Grace Parker, is also pregnant. "I'm sorry to have put you through this, Grace. Everyone knows I only married Charlotte out of duty. I'll make sure our child is my only heir," he says. It all makes sense now—no wonder Layson refused to mark me despite us being married. Grace is the one he loves. I'm heartbroken. I ingest a large amount of wolfsbane, leading to a miscarriage. I ultimately die of blood loss. Intense regret washes over me as I breathe my last breath. When I open my eyes again, I find that I've been reborn. I'm taken back to the day Layson is drugged…

I was born 5 minutes after my brother Ciranda marking the beginning of my misery. My Parents only wanted one son, instead, she got two, not two sons but a daughter, a weakling as what they always describe me to be. My twin brother Ciranda was the prince to my mother and I was what she called the Seranda. That is my name "Seranda". Seranda Copper with no title as princess or prince like my brother who was called crown prince Ciranda Copper. My parents treated me the same as the servants, they would always say “You are just like them, so why not treat you like them?” My brother had sunny golden hair, golden tan skin, bright green eyes, and a body to die for, he was the dream guy of every girl. He had the perfect body, he was the perfect child. I on the other hand had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin, and a body not so much to die for, I looked nothing like the misses of wealthy and prestigious families like my own. I was more like the maid starved for weeks by her cruel master. What is worst than being auctioned by your brother as a whore to the human mafia and losing your purity to him. Vengeance is all I want.

"I am Giovanni Russo, Selena Jerome..Right?" He asked,stretching his hand for a handshake.I was so lost in his green eyes that carried so much darkness.His presence made all the hair in my body stand in perfect attention as I felt goosebumps, not in a good way though. Mostly, out of fear.His Aura felt evil as I shook his hands and said.."How do you know my name?""Because your father committed a grevious act against my family and I am the guy who destroys him by ending you..." Selena's Life changes in one night when her true identity as the lost black daughter of Russian's richest arm lord gets revealed without her knowledge, resulting into a threat against her life.Her identity was hidden for a reason... its because she was birthed unto .Be Warned: Matured Contents..