Prank Goes Wrong Manhwa Chapter 1

เธอคือครูสาวบรรจุใหม่ ส่วนนักการวัยคราวพ่อจะเข้าถึงเธอได้อย่างไร ต้องไปติดตาม

เมื่อรักครั้งแรกมัน ก็ยังหวังกับรักครั้งใหม่ เป็นผู้ชายลูกติดแล้วผิดตรงไหน?

My mate-to-be, Ethan, said he had some urgent work come up right before our planned full moon trip. He bailed. I was missing him like crazy, so I immediately drove for over ten hours to his city. I hadn’t told Ethan I was coming. There I was, flowers in hand, standing outside his mansion, ready to give my destined mate a sweet surprise. But then I caught the mixed scent of Ethan and another female werewolf. The scent was sickeningly familiar. Amber Collins. Ethan’s ex-mate. I fought back the burn in my nose, my eyes already red, and pushed the door open. And what did I see? Them, sharing a glass of red wine, cuddled up, practically on top of each other. When Ethan finally noticed me, he jerked his arm away from Amber, walked stiffly over, his voice laced with panic. "Scarlett, why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

Clara Hayes promised herself she was done with powerful men. Her last love left her broken, and she rebuilt her life with nothing but work and silence. But then she meets Adrian Knight, her ex’s best friend, a billionaire CEO feared by many and haunted by his own past. She shouldn’t want him. He shouldn’t want her. But the pull between them is too strong to fight. As enemies close in and secrets from the past rise again, Clara and Adrian must decide if love is worth risking everything, family, trust, and even their lives.

Bellarae Samonte is a hard working girl and waitress in the morning. She's a hardwoking girl for herself. And Bryce Ellana came to her life and changed her life.

A family where cannibalism and having s*x with family is legal due to curse from their old family circle. A family where dark secret is still running to their blood. Ang sumpang sumira sa buhay nila. Paano kaya nila matatakasan at makakalimutan ito kung ang sarili nilang pamilya ang nakataya dito? Paano nila ito mabibitawan kung ang Pamilya Barber ay gumawa ng kasalanan walang sinoman ang makakatakas? Isa sa biktima ng kanilang family Dark Secret ay ang pangalawang Anak ni Paulo na si Miguel. Nung nalaman nito ang nakaraan niya mula sa kanyang pamilya ay mas lalo itong nakaramdam ng init at galit sa pagkatao. Paano kaya kung malaman nya rin ang nangyari sa kanya nung 15 years old pa lang siya? Matatakasan pa kaya ng pamilya nila ang sumpa na hanggang ngayon ay nagpapasakit parin sa angkan nila o tuluyan na itong mapuputol sa kanilang dalawang magkapatid? Sino nga ba si Miguel at ano ang papel ni Carlo sa kapatid para matapos ang cursed sa Family nila?

“หยุดดิ้นเดี๋ยวนี้ไอรดา อย่ามาทำเป็นไร้เดียงสา คิดเหรอว่าผมโง่จนดูไม่ออกว่าคุณกำลังเสแสร้งแกล้งทำเป็นไม่ประสา เพราะยังไงผมก็ไม่เชื่อว่าผู้หญิงที่อยากได้สเปิร์มคนอื่นจนตัวสั่นอย่างคุณจะไม่สันทัดเรื่องพวกนี้ บางทีคุณอาจจะช่ำชองกว่าผมก็ได้ใครจะไปรู้ ทำไมไม่แสดงมันออกมาให้ผมดูล่ะ เผื่อว่าถ้าผมติดใจ อาจจะแบ่งสเปิร์มฝากไว้ในตัวคุณบ้างก็ได้” ใบหน้าแดงก่ำนัยน์ตาดุกร้าวของเขาบอกให้รู้ว่าตอนนี้เขากำลังไม่พอใจ ที่เธอพยายามดิ้นรนขัดขืน ทั้งที่ร่างกายของเธอกำลังตอบสนองต่อสัมผัสของเขา และมันยิ่งทำให้เขาขัดใจมากยิ่งขึ้นเมื่อคิดว่าเธอเคยพลีกายให้ชายอื่นครอบครองมาแล้วนับครั้งไม่ถ้วน

Deux inconnus dans un ascenseur en panne, entre deux étages d'un hôtel anonyme. Lui, les mains encore marquées par un récent accident. Elle, les lèvres teintées du rouge à lèvres qu'elle vient d'effacer nerveusement. Pas de noms. Pas d'histoires. Seulement l'espace exigu qui rétrécit à chaque expiration. L'électricité statique qui fait crépiter la laine. Un regard accroché à un poignet, une veine qui bat sous la peau fine. La chaleur devient palpable, suffocante. La première parole est un juron étouffé. Le premier contact n'est pas une main, mais un souffle contre une tempe. L'étreinte qui suit est une affaire de survie, une tentative désespérée de prouver qu'ils sont encore vivants face à l'étreinte de fer qui les emprisonne. C'est brutal, urgent, sans fioriture. Le cuir de sa ceinture laisse une marque sur sa hanche. L'agrafe de son collier lui griffe la nuque. Dans l'obscurité intermittente des lampes de secours, ils se dévorent. Chaque baiser est une question sans réponse, chaque morsure une ponctuation. Ils extirpent l'un de l'autre des gémissements qu'ils ne se connaissaient pas, des peurs qu'ils n'avouaient pas. Ils sont à la fois le remède et le poison, l'oxygène et la privation. Quand les lumières se rallument et que l'ascenseur repart avec un grondement sourd, ils se séparent comme on se scarifie. Aucune promesse. Juste l'odeur de l'autre sur la peau, indélébile. Elle sort à son étage, il descend au rez-de-chaussée. Leurs vies respectives les attendent, inchangées en apparence. Mais quelque chose a cédé. Quelque chose a brûlé. Et chacun, dans son silence, porte désormais la mémoire brûlante de cette chute libre partagée, de cet instant parfaitement égoïste et absolu où ils n'ont été que chair, pulsion et vérité crue.

It was just another morning commute—until he happened. Across the train aisle sat a man who looked like he’d stepped out of a high-end magazine and straight into a power struggle. His voice sliced through the air, sharp and commanding, as he chewed someone out over the phone like he ran the damn universe. Arrogant. Entitled. Dressed like a Wall Street god. Correction: he looked like a god. That’s where the charm ended—or so I thought. When the train screeched to a stop, he stood up in a hurry, stormed off… and left his phone behind. Did I pick it up? Yep. Did I snoop? Absolutely. Photos, contacts, a few mysterious texts—I couldn’t help myself. Did I keep it longer than I should’ve, building stories in my head about the man behind the voice? Yeah… I did that too. When I finally gathered enough nerve to return it, I marched into the glass-and-steel fortress he called an office. He wouldn’t even come out to meet me. So I dropped his phone on the desk outside his office door. And maybe—I left a photo on it first. Not exactly the professional kind. What I didn’t expect? A message. From him. What followed were late-night texts that burned hotter than anything I’d ever known. Words became whispers. Whispers turned into fantasies. I was falling—for someone I hadn’t even really met. He and I? Total opposites. Fire and ice. Chaos and control. But when we finally came face to face, it wasn’t just sparks. It was an inferno. What happened next? Let’s just say… falling for him was the easy part. Surviving what came after? That’s where the real story began.

Naomi Venice was a daughter of one of Florence's noble family, Venice. As someone who loves books, she would often go to libraries. While strolling, she passed by an alleyway where she saw a library. She went there with her personal maid, Lillian, to browse for some books when something strange happened. It was gone in an instant and they got home completely fine. Late at night, something strange happened and when Naomi woke up, she found herself in an unknown world and occupying an unknown body. Defenseless and no fighting capabilities to protect herself, she was almost driven to her wits end. Will she be able to survive in an unknown world despite her circumstances?