Resident Evil Final Chapter

Introverted college student Natasha is haunted by a terrifying nightmare: she witnesses a brutal murder committed by a bloodthirsty, red-eyed half-wolf. She wakes up shaken, convinced it was just a dream—until the creature's human form walks into her class. Nathan Jones Davis, the university's most popular and handsome heartthrob, is an arrogant womanizer, yet he's the spitting image of the killer from her dream. Natasha tries to avoid the fear he ignites in her, but when Nathan unexpectedly defends her from a cruel act of bullying, she is drawn into a whirlwind romance. He's passionate, protective, and everything she never knew she wanted. But as their relationship deepens, the man she fell for begins to change. His words turn cold, his temper flares, and the possessive, predatory hunger in his eyes becomes impossible to ignore. Natasha is forced to confront a terrifying reality that could cost her life: The man she let into her heart is gone. That is not Nathan.

เมื่อไฮโซสาวเจ้าของ ฉายา Evil Lady ต้องมาเจอกับทายาทมาเฟีย เรื่องราวความรักของสาวแสบสุดเพอร์เฟคและมาเฟียหนุ่มคลั่งรัก

"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."

My wife made me get a vasectomy. Not once, but ninety-nine times. Right before the hundredth operation, the doctor looked at me with pity in his eyes as the anesthesia failed to fully kick in. "Ms. Gibson really knows how to destroy a man," he murmured. "She's put him through ninety-nine vasectomies, then had them reversed—again and again. However, his body's long since broken. There's no chance of children now." "It's probably for her ex. Word is, it's his own brother. The scandals in these wealthy families—unbelievable." Because of a hospital mix-up at birth, my and Jeff Cunningham's fates were exchanged. He grew up with the Cunningham family, while I lived a poor life. Years later, my parents found the truth, taking me in and sending Jeff away. To make things worse, I became Wynnie Gibson's new fiancé. I once asked her, barely able to speak through the pain, why she would marry someone she did not love. She looked at me calmly. "To get revenge," she said. "You came home and stole Jeff's place. He was the one I love. He drank himself to death after you returned." Even my biological parents knew she was poisoning me. However, they turned a blind eye. They did nothing to stop her. They knew Wynnie had got pregnant with Jeff's child through IVF—planning to raise the child and let him inherit the family fortune. I coughed up blood and threw myself into the sea. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was first reunited with them. This time, when I saw the sorrow in their eyes—sorrow not for me, but for the son they lost— I chose to let them go.

“Alex… I’m dying.” Amara’s trembling voice over the phone should have shaken her husband, but the renowned Dr. Alex Spencer simply replied, “Buy medicine and let me work.” The world envied their marriage to the perfect doctor, but behind closed doors, Amara carried every pain alone. Until the day she received two verdicts: brain cancer… and a divorce she signed with her own hands. She walked away, whispering, “This is the last meal I’ll ever cook for you,” leaving Alex furious and unable to accept the truth. And when he rushed into a house decorated with flowers and candles, her smiling picture greeted him instead. She was gone. He fell down, weeping like a child. But something still told him, this was all a setup. That Amara was still alive and he won’t rest until he finds her. Is Amara truly still alive? Read to find out!

On the day I was diagnosed with uremia, my husband asked me to donate a kidney to his one true love. I turned him down, claiming I wasn’t feeling well. I didn’t expect him, my own husband, who was a doctor, to drag me to trial. The charge? Ingratitude. If found guilty, I would be executed on the spot, my kidney forcibly harvested, my soul condemned for eternity. But if the charges were dismissed, my husband would face immediate execution. His love would fall into ruin, plagued by illness and poverty. Everyone pressured me to confess. After all, when I nearly died in a car crash years ago, it was her blood transfusion that had pulled me back from the brink of death. But what they didn’t know was… I had been reborn. In my past life, I died never knowing my husband and his lover had orchestrated the car crash that nearly killed me. Now that I had returned, I would tear off their masks and expose their malice for all to see.