Rf Just War

เควิลนั่งเอนกายพิงพนักพิงเก้าอี้ตัวใหญ่ ในมือแกว่งไกว่แก้วไวน์ไปมา แล้วกระดกมันลงคอรวดเดียว เขามองหญิงสาวยืนก้มหน้า เธอมองมือตัวเองที่จิกกันไปมา เขาขมวดคิ้วเล็กน้อย ไม่เข้าใจในสิ่งที่หญิงสาวตรงหน้าเอ่ยเมื่อครู่ "เธอว่ายังไงนะ?" ชายหนุ่มเอ่ยถามคนตัวเล็กที่ยืนนิ่ง เธอยังคงก้มหน้ามองพื้น เขามองเธออย่างไม่เข้าใจ "ถ้าพี่ยินดีช่วย ปราณยินดีขายความบริสุทธิ์ให้พี่" ปรรณพัชร์เอ่ยเสียงสั่น พยายามรวบรวมความกล้าของตัวเอง เธอมีเหตุผลที่ต้องทำแบบนี้ ทุกอย่างเกิดขึ้นเพราะความจำเป็น ไม่มีใครอยากขายความบริสุทธิ์แลกกับเงิน ไม่มีใครอยากทำในสิ่งที่น่าอับอาย แต่ที่เธอทำก็เพราะไม่มีทางเลือก "...." ชายตรงหน้าไม่พูดอะไร ปรรณพัชร์จึงเงยหน้าขึ้นมองเขา คนตัวโตที่นั่งอยู่ เขาดูเหมือนจะไม่พอใจที่เธอพูดแบบนี้ "ถะ...ถ้าพี่เควิลไม่ช่วย ปราณ..." "ถอดเสื้อผ้าแล้วมาหาพี่!"

William Parker is a mafia boss. Everyone knows that I'm his weak spot. When I was abducted back in the day, he gave everything he had—including his gun—and ran the risk of being shot to get me back. To keep me from being bullied or mistreated, he's constantly toeing the line between the authorities and the underworld. After I fall pregnant, he's by my side around the clock and doesn't even let my feet touch the ground. Rumor has it that he has a secret lover that he dotes on to no end, but I've never believed it… until she appears before me to challenge me. William slices one of his fingers off to beg for my forgiveness. The very next day, his secret lover throws a pregnancy test in my face. "Will's so desperate to knock me up that he can't keep his hands off me—I can't take it anymore!"

This is the sequel to "Trio of Mates" (can be found on here) and is NOT a stand-alone book. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They are disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory, and wails of defeat. As the images flit through my mind, a voice enters the chaos. “A war of threes. Three deaths. Three victories. Three trios. Three losses. Betrayal. Birth. Death. Sorrow. Joy. Warn them, Meredith. Be prepared!”

"Kiss me." My eyes widened as my throat ran dry. His lips were inviting but I knew I was walking straight into trouble. "Stop this, Khalil." He came closer, backing me up against the wall, "I said, kiss me. Or no answers." -•- Life goes into sudden crumbs for Kezie when Khalil Ahmed, his rival and arch enemy takes his lips under the warm showers of the boy's locker room. For some stupid answers about what he had said the last night when he was drunken to stupor. But he knows deep down, that Khalil is using his body to invite him in slowly irrespective of what their society believes in. He knows it's a dangerous game. But why does he keep getting succumbed into his kisses? Why is he always begging for more?

"หมอคิดถึงแก้วแค่นี้เองเหรอคะ" หญิงสาวเอ่ยด้วยน้ำเสียงออดอ้อน อินทัชเองก็ไม่ปล่อยให้โอกาสนี้หลุดลอยไป เขามองหน้าหญิงสาวก่อนที่จะเริ่มบรรเลงจุมพิต

My family owned Belgard Estate, a historic wine property that had recently gone viral after serving as the backdrop for a series of advertisements and product livestreams. On one occasion, my butler and I could not even enter the grounds. Influencers crowded the entrance, phones raised, security overwhelmed. My fiancée apologized. "The mayor wanted to borrow the estate, dear. I couldn't tell him no," she said. "Just bear with it for a while, okay? Once the trend dies down, I'll have them all cleared out. Trust me." I trusted her. I never raised the issue again. Some time later, my grandfather prepared to celebrate his 90th birthday. I returned to the estate to retrieve our finest vintage for the occasion, only to find myself nearly crushed by a shrieking crowd packed outside the gates. I slipped away and made my way to the back entrance after someone in the crowd called me a "free-riding bum." Bewildered, I was ready to present proof of ownership when a woman shouted over the noise, "Didn't you hear? Miss LePenn has already announced that Belgard Estate has been given to Jacques Martin! I don't care how big a fan you are of him. You still have to buy a ticket to see him like the rest of us!" I stood there, stunned. Jacques? The first man I had ever allowed to use this estate for a product livestream? It belonged to him now? And since when had Sylvia become the mistress of this place? Since when did she even have a boyfriend? Enough was enough. It was time to bring these people's business with Belgard Estate to an end.

L'amour est remplie d'obstacles, Surtout l'amour entre un rebeu et une renoie. Ma toute première chronique officielle. N•4 dans le #belgique sur Wattpad.

I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a baby picture of me that my parents kept hidden. My parents lied to me, I have a twin brother. I sat on my bed staring at the picture. How could they do this to us? I sat there for what felt like hours staring at the picture. I jumped as my mom opened my door. I tried to hide the picture but it was too late she saw it. "Why didn't you tell me?!" I demanded as she sighed. "To protect him," my mom said as I frowned. "I don't believe you!" I yelled as she frowned. "I don't care if you don't believe me but you won't speak of this to anyone!" She snapped ripping the photo from my hand. I got up following her down stares when I saw Drake the Alpha. I quickly ducked as my mom handed me the picture. She smiled at him as he looked at her. "What are you doing here?" "I heard that you know when one or both of the Lycans are," he said as her smile vanished. "I'm sorry but that's not true," she said as they tensed. I felt his anger and impatience. "If you don't tell me I will take you before the pack and kill you, your husband and little Sapphire.

Full name: Peachie Royal Nickname: Peach Age:18 Birthday: OCTOBER 10, 2002 Zodiac: Libra Height: 5'2 Most embarrassing moment: Peach is a Romance writer who doesn't believe in romance. Okay, she will admit it that she does believe in fairytales once in her lifetime. But sadly the prince charming who she thought will save her just left her! Who would have thought that her prince charming wouldn't choose her? That day she swore that she would not fall for a man with a prince's name. But destiny decided to become playful because a man named prince Caspian Sevastian just shook her life. Oh no!... what about her curse?! Is she going to break the curse spell just to love again?

She needs money. He wants sex. Circumstances threw them in each other's arms. Thus, a battle began. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The girl turned and ran away with the guy running after her. The other girl smirked at the scene. Once again, mission complete. But then again, failure's not in her vocabulary. The girl looked at herself in the mirror. A lazy smirk curved her lips once again. Who would have thought that her face would serve as a ticket to her dream, to a life she never had? Who would have thought indeed when before, she hated her face? She hated her beautiful cursed face for always causing her troubles. But now, she was appreciating it. Her face helped her break those hearts and ruin all those relationships. Just a few more hearts to break and a few more relationships for her to ruin and she will finally be off the hook. Does the word GUILT bother her at all? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. If she would think of others first before herself, she won't survive at all. She won't be able to eat, to have a place to live in, to buy clothes or to finance her education. Life taught her that. Life taught her to put herself first before anything or anyone else. Selfishness it is, true. But it is also selfishness that made her survive life. That's Hazel Wyatt – a working college student. Occupation? She's a home wrecker for rent.