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คำชี้แจง สำหรับนักอ่านที่มีอายุตั้งแต่ 18 ปีขึ้นไปค่า นิโคลัส คอสต้า หรือเชฟนิค เชฟหนุ่มสุดฮ็อตวัย 33 ปี เขาหนีมารดาไปใช้ชีวิตอิสระที่เกาะอังกฤษเป็นเวลาหลายปี เพื่อเลี่ยงการถูกจับคู่ให้ จีน่า อัสตัน สาวน้อยวัย 25 ปี หญิงสาวอ่อนหวาน ที่ถูกคุณป้าเดเลียจับจองเอาไว้ให้ลูกชายของท่าน

Después de que la empresa consiguiera el financiamiento, mi esposa, la presidenta Esther Arreola, estaba a punto de hacer pública nuestra relación. Pero Joel Chávez, su excompañero de la universidad, más joven que ella y recién incorporado a la empresa, subió de repente al escenario y, con una sonrisa arrogante, soltó: —Esther, ¿no crees que me estás consintiendo demasiado al hacer público lo nuestro? Esther ni siquiera lo negó. Al contrario, sonrió y de inmediato metió a Joel en uno de los proyectos clave de la empresa para inflarle el currículum. Al instante, todos los empleados presentes rompieron en aplausos y se deshicieron en elogios, como si de verdad fueran la pareja perfecta. Un colega con el que llevaba años trabajando, al ver que yo no decía nada, incluso se inclinó hacia mí y me susurró: —Felipe, ¿no eras buenísimo para quedar bien con todo el mundo? ¿Qué haces ahí parado? Ve y felicítalos. No armé ningún escándalo ni reclamé nada. Simplemente le deslicé a Joel mi credencial de jefe de proyecto y, con una generosidad fingida, dije: —Solo participar en el proyecto es poca cosa para alguien como tú. Mejor quédate con mi puesto de jefe de proyecto. Considéralo mi regalo por haber hecho pública tu relación con Esther.

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."

Cleo Carrington used to be Northvale's brightest spark—wild, fearless, impossible to pin down. And then she married Damian Joubert. The most controlled, rigid heir in their world. Damian ran like a machine. Perfect standards. Zero slack. And he expected the same from his wife. Cleo loved noise—clubs, music, bodies moving. He had every venue in the city blacklist her. She loved freedom—the blazing Afriyan sun, the northern lights in Icelorn. She raced cars. She jumped out of planes. He took her passport. Shut it all down.

Xora tak pernah menyangka bahwa ia akan mendapatkan sebuah anugerah di tengah-tengah kematiannya. Ia tiba-tiba mengaktifkan God of Beauty and Blood, mendapatkan kesembuhan total dan menanggung beban berat. Dungeon, Takdir, Takhta dan Perlawanan terhadap Dewa menunggu di setiap jalan persimpangannya.

After witnessing the cold death of her parents in the hands of a dangerous Mafia boss, Elizabeth vows to take revenge. With an assistance from a friend, she finally meets the Mafia Boss but is entangled in a secret sexual relationship with him. Adam Mich, the infamous Mafia boss finds himself insanely attracted to Elizabeth who he initially selected as a wife to his brother and finds it hard to let go. Despite their pact, they fall deeply in love with each other whilst denying their feelings. Will Elizabeth's plan for revenge be fruitful or futile? What will happen when the truth of her parents death, her revenge plan and Adam's feelings come to the surface?

To find the missing fake heiress, my family forced me to undergo a memory extraction. They were convinced that I had bullied her for the past three years and driven her to run away. I gave a bitter smile and let them continue. As the memories surfaced one after another, the truth became clear. I was the one who had been bullied all along. My parents, overcome with guilt, clutched my hands so tightly they nearly fainted. My brother’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth grinding until he drew blood. In their arms, I looked up in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?”

Roger traveled across Terra, but not completely. The soul is inexplicably locked in a long-broken idol outside the civilized world of Terra. If you want to condense the body and obtain yourself, you must constantly obtain the power of prayer. But the statue is in no man’s land! Not even a person, let alone the power to pray. Roger had no choice but to disperse his consciousness into many items, scattered around the world, and acquired by many Terran girls. In order to condense the physical body, in order to stick to the girls. Roger inexplicably became their 'cheat codes'... Jessica: "Mr. Roger, will you always be by my side?" "Ah, yes, yes." Sora: "Mr. Roger, can you be my agent forever?" "Ok, Ok..." Roger didn't know how many times he had made this promise. Until the girls met...

"Sign the contract. Produce an heir. And never question what happens in the dark." Cora Belmont was not supposed to be here. Her sister was the one meant to marry Roman Falcone — East Coast crime boss, untouchable, allegedly monstrous. Her family didn't give Cora a choice. They gave her a sedative. She woke up in silk sheets, with a contract on the pillow and a pen placed precisely against her lips. Sign it, or your family loses more than you. So Cora signs. She signs away her body, her autonomy, and any illusion she had about what marriage means in a world of men who treat women like ledger entries. What she doesn't sign away is her mind. And her mind begins keeping records. Because her husband is impossible. Some nights he is Roman Falcone — cold, brutal, exacting, who takes what he wants and leaves without a word. Other nights, someone comes to her bedroom who touches her like she is the only precious thing in a world of violence. Who whispers her name like a prayer. Who smells of sandalwood instead of gunsmoke. Cora tells herself she's losing her mind. She sets a camera. She watches the footage. And then a thunderstorm lights up the sky outside her window — and she sees both of them. Roman in the doorway, gun in hand, reeking of fresh blood. And Rocco Falcone — The Shadow, the ghost who was never supposed to exist — still in her bed. They are twins. They are equally dangerous. They are both completely obsessed with her. And when Cora tries to run, she discovers that one Falcone is impossible to escape. Two Falcones simply don't accept the concept of escape at all. The wrong vow was just the beginning.

คำชี้แจง นิยายสำหรับนักอ่านที่มีอายุตั้งแต่ 18 ปี ขึ้นไป เขาและเธอเป็นเพื่อนซี้กันมานานตั้งแต่ชาติที่แล้ว เขายอมให้เธอหากินกับความหล่อสุดฮ็อตของเขา ด้วยการเป็นคนจัดคิวสาวๆ ให้ เขาจะบอกเธอยังไงดี ว่าคนที่เขาอยากเดตและอยากจะอะไรๆ ด้วยนั้น คือ คนจัดคิวนั่นแหละ