Resident Evil Crimson Head

"ในเมื่อฉันปฏิเสธที่จะแต่งงานกับเขาไม่ได้ ฉันก็ต้องทำให้เขารักจนหัวปักหัวปำ คนอย่างฉันมันไม่มีอะไรจะเสีย…นอกจากเสียตัวให้เขา"

"ถ้าเมาก็กลับไปนอน...หยุดทุกอย่างที่กำลังท้าทายฉันไว้แค่นี้ดีกว่า..."

"แต่ที่ฉันต้องการคือตัวเธอ" "ถึงฉันจะสวยจนใครๆ ก็ต่างอยากได้ตัว แต่ฉันก็ไม่ง่ายที่จะไปกับคนที่พึ่งเคยเจอกันครั้งเดียวหรอกค่ะ" "แน่ใจเหรอว่าครั้งเดียว…ดีเจอลิซ" "ดะ ดีเจอลิซ…อะไรของคุณ ฉันชื่อลิลิน…" "หึ…" "ยะ อย่าบอกนะว่าคนในคืนนั้นเป็นคุณ!?" . . "นายต้องการอะไรกันแน่…" "ฉันบอกแล้วไงว่าฉันต้องการตัวเธอ เธอไม่ต้องทำอะไร…แค่เตรียมตัวเป็นผู้หญิงของฉันก็พอ"

VEGAS (เวกัส) เวกัส นักศึกษาวิศวะปีสาม หลงใหลในการแข่งรถ สุขุมในคราบเสือร้าย และสามารถทำทุกอย่างเพื่อให้ได้ในสิ่งที่ต้องการ "เธอหมดประโยชน์สำหรับกูแล้ว…ไม่จำเป็นต้องสนใจอีก" NICHA (นิชา) นิชา นักศึกษาสัตวแพทย์ปีหนึ่ง น่ารัก อ่อนหวาน รักสัตว์ ไม่ซับซ้อน และใสซื่อจนตกเป็นเครื่องมือในการแก้แค้นของใครบางคน "เพราะนิเอง…ที่โง่ไปหลงกลคนแบบเขา"

Doctor Morgan was accused of murdering an eight year old girl and subjected for death penalty when found guilty. Angelic Morgan believed her father was innocent and started her investigation about the case. Same patterns of death cases were recorded long years ago and yet all investigations led to presumptions and the brutal killings remained unsolved. Now, she believed that it was not an error of medical practice but an unexplainable phenomenon where demonic manipulation could possibly exists. Contrary to this, a formulated chemical was discovered inside the dead body. Who was the murderer behind? Was it an invention of science? Or a manifestation of evil?

A widow—the main suspect behind her husband's death. To save her company from the consequences of the mistakes she made in the name of love, she has to marry him—a stranger. Finding out that her stranger is her worst enemy in disguise, who knows the secret behind the death of her husband, Gemma must make her choices wisely before they blow up in her face. .... Livian's love for Gemma was something only he knew about and every time he tried to confess to her, he would lose to her childhood sweetheart. Who would have thought that after years of separation, he would come back to a widowed Gemma? So, he weaves a trap and backs her into a dead end. .... "The game has changed, Gem." He traced her face, a charming grin plastered on his face as he eyed her like she was the prey he had finally caught. "Now, I set the rules and you abide by them."

Synopsis/Blurb: "I, Lysander Nightshade, reject you, Ilana Wood, and brand you unworthy of being my mate." With those cruel words, Alpha Lysander shatters Ilana’s human heart under the Blood Moon, choosing duty over destiny. Marked and broken, Ilana crosses paths with people who reveal to her that she is more than just a mere human. But when darkness threatens to destroy everything they hold dear, their paths collide once more. Will Ilana find the strength to forgive the man who rejected her? And can Lysander defy fate a second time, or will he lose everything—including the only woman meant for him?

When scholar Evelyn Blackthorne receives a mysterious invitation to the Carpathians, her search for truth draws her to Whitestone Castle—and to Count Dracula, a man who lives only by night. The deeper she wanders through his haunted halls, the more the castle itself begins to breathe, whisper, and choose. Torn between reason and desire, Evelyn discovers that curiosity can awaken things older—and far hungrier—than love.

In a world where werewolves rule from the shadows and humans live in carefully crafted ignorance 17 YrAria Blackwood receives an invitation that will shatter everything she believes to be true. Selected for the prestigious Crimson Moon Academy—a place where the "fortunate few" humans are groomed to become mates for powerful werewolf alphas-Aria thinks she's escaping her cursed life as the town outcast. Born with strange silver eyes and raised by a grandmother who speaks in riddles, she's spent years hiding abilities she doesn't understand. But Crimson Moon Academy isn't the paradise promised in the glossy brochures. It's a hunting ground where humans are prey, alphas are predators, and survival means playing a game with rules written in blood. Worse still, Aria catches the attention of the Shadow Princes—four ruthless alpha heirs who rule the academy with iron claws Kaine, the Northern Prince, whose icy demeanor hides a dangerous obsession. Zephyr, the Southern Prince, whose charm is as lethal as his bite. Raven, the Eastern Prince, who sees through every lie and keeps darker secrets. Lysander,the Western Prince, the cruelest of them all, who views humans as toys to break. Each wants to claim her.Each wants to destroy her. And each holds a piece of the puzzle to her true identity—an identity that could either save their world or burn it to ash. As Aria uncovers the academy's bloody secrets and her own forbidden heritage, she realizes she's not just another human lamb led to slaughter. She's something far more dangerous. Something that was never meant to exist. The alphas wanted a prey to hunt.Instead, they awakened a predator But in a game where trusting anyone means death, and her own blood might be the deadliest betrayal of all, Aria must decide: Will she embrace the monster within.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.