Shadow And Maria Death

"สิบกว่าปีที่เขาซ่อนความรู้สึกไว้ใต้เงาของคำว่า พี่ชาย ประคองความรักที่ล้ำค่ายิ่งกว่าเพชรเม็ดใดในโลกไว้อย่างสุดหัวใจ แต่ในคืนที่ความมืดมิดและพิษร้ายเข้าครอบงำสติ กำแพงที่เขาสร้างมาทั้งชีวิตกลับพังทลายลงเพียงเพราะเสียงอ้อนวอน เมื่อเส้นกั้นพังลง... เขาควรจะเป็น ที่พึ่งสุดท้าย หรือ คนร้ายที่ขโมยพรหมจรรย์ และเธอจะทำอย่างไร... เมื่อความอบอุ่นในค่ำคืนนั้น อาจเป็นเพียงความรับผิดชอบที่เขาจำใจมอบให้ในนามของ... ความสงสาร" ความลับเกี่ยวกับตัวเธอที่เขาปกปิดเอาไว้จะเปิดเผยอย่างไร?

เมื่อ หมาแก่ปากแซ่บระดับตัวพ่อ ต้องมาฟัดกับ ยัยแมวเปรี้ยววัยขบเผาะที่มีดีมากกว่าความสวย! สำหรับ วิศรุต’เพลย์บอยทายาทอาณาจักรไดมอนด์ คอนสตรัคชั่น มี One Night Stand กับสาวแปลกหน้าควรจบลงแค่ที่เตียง แต่น้ำหอมกลิ่นเย้ายวนและท่าทางพยศของ บงกชรัตน์ กลับทำให้เสือร้ายเสียอาการถึงขั้น ไปต่อกับใครไม่ได้อีกเลย ความรักที่เริ่มต้นกลับถูกทดสอบด้วยความแค้นและน้ำตา เมื่อเธอต้องเข้ามาทำงานตรวจสอบบัญชีคู่กับเขา จนพบเงื่อนงำการทุจริตที่โยงใยไปถึงคนใกล้ตัว และความลับของพ่อนางเอกที่ถูกฝังกลบมานานปี ท่ามกลางเอกสารลับและการหักหลัง... คนหนึ่งต้องเลือกระหว่าง กตัญญู กับ ความถูกต้อง ส่วนอีกคนต้องเลือกระหว่าง ความรัก กับ ความจริง "อยากจนตัวสั่น หรือกะจะใช้วิธีอ่อยเพื่อให้ผมสืบเรื่องให้!" คำด่าทอที่ไร้เยื่อใย ผลักไสเธอให้กลายเป็นคนไร้ค่า เขายอมเป็นคนเลวที่ทำลายศักดิ์ศรีของเธอ... เพื่อปกปิดความลับดำมืดที่อาจพังทลายชีวิตของเขาทั้งคู่ เมื่อความรักกลายเป็นความแค้น... เขาจะง้อเธอคืนมาได้อย่างไร? เมื่อคนร้ายตัวจริงยังลอยนวล .พวกเขาจะจับมือกันฝ่าเงามืดนี้ไปได้หรือไม่

After the brutal assassination of her parents, and loss of powers Sera is kept alive by promises: a future throne, a loyal uncle, and faith that her time will come. But on the day she is meant to be crowned, everything is taken from her. Her body is broken. Her crown is stolen. Stripped of her birthright, Sera is forced into a marriage with Alpha Alaric of Wolf Noir—the feared shadow commander rumored to have slaughtered his own blood Before she can even stand beside him, Sera must survive the Ritual of Shadows—a night meant to break the weak. Instead, it awakens something deadly within her.

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.

All because he believed I pushed Elena down the stairs out of jealousy. Six months ago, a rival family drugged Alexander. Elena saved him and got pregnant. Her family disowned her for it. "Ivy, why can't you just let her be?" Alexander choked me, disappointment and rage in his eyes. "She saved my life! I promised to send her away. Why be so vicious to an unborn child? If anything happens to them, I'll bury you with them." I didn't argue. I just planned an explosion. But when I vanished, the high-and-mighty Don went mad.

Lily Peterson's childhood sweetheart, Sean Clements, ran over my 70-year-old mother in his car while he was drunk-driving. Because of that, Mom died on the spot. But Lily insisted on signing the letter of forgiveness for Sean. "My mother-in-law had planned on scamming Sean for more money, so she lay beneath the wheels on purpose. She should be the one taking on the entire responsibility." Not only did Sean get released as an innocent man, but he also received the ten-million-dollar payment given by the insurance company as compensation for his emotional distress. "Honey, I grew up with Sean since we were kids. I can't just sit by and watch his life get ruined by imprisonment! Can't you be more gracious and stop bringing this issue up?" After leaving the police station, Sean uploads a post on his social media feed in a high-profile manner. "Lily looks so gorgeous when she defends me in front of others! Childhood sweethearts will always be the closest people in life!" Lily leaves a like on Sean's post right in front of me. I remain eerily calm. "Let's get a divorce, Lily." She huffs coldly in return. "You just want me to console you, right? Tristin Foley, you're already 30 years old. Can you stop being childish?" I've already brought up divorce multiple times in the past. That's why Lily refuses to believe that I will leave her for real. But what she doesn't know is that I've snuck in a divorce agreement into the documents meant for the case closure registration, and she has personally left her signature there.

In the late stages of her pregnancy, my wife slipped away into the mountains with her childhood sweetheart, seeking some reckless thrill under the open sky. Fate, however, had other plans. She suffered a massive hemorrhage, and the two were rushed to the hospital. As a doctor, I took one glance at her condition and instructed the nurse to prepare for the cremation. In my previous life, I had risked everything to save her. On that very operating table, she and the child inside her perished together. Her childhood sweetheart, overcome with grief and fury, rallied others to accuse me of seeking personal revenge. Their rage was relentless, and they broke my hands. "A butcher like you, without medical ethics, deserves nothing less than eternal damnation!" they shouted, their words burning like brands on my soul. Yet I distinctly remembered—the surgery had been a success. Her vital signs had stabilized. Clinging to hope, I begged my in-laws to conduct an autopsy, to uncover the truth buried beneath the accusations. Instead, they called the police, who swiftly charged me with performing surgery under the influence of alcohol. Stripped of my rights, I was thrown into prison, where suffering became my only companion. Years later, upon release, I stumbled across a sight that tore what was left of my heart to shreds—my wife, alive and well, behind the wheel of a luxury car, accompanied by her childhood sweetheart and their child, living off the fortune I had worked tirelessly to build. Their betrayal didn't end there. Coldly and methodically, they lured me into a trap, casting me into a cement mixer to erase every trace of my existence. When I next opened my eyes, time had rewound itself. I was back on that fateful day, the one when her hemorrhage began.

After failing to get her fiance, Austin Langford, to sleep with her for the 99th time, Cara Reyes calls up her best friend, Jessica Hogan, and says, "Jess, I'm coming to Spark City to find you." Almost immediately, the sound of a chair slamming on the ground comes through from the other end of the line. Jessica's excited voice is then heard. "Cara! You've finally thought it through! I've told you a long time ago that Austin isn't good for you! He looks too weak!" Cara's red-rimmed eyes light up a little as she smiles. "Yeah. I've thought it through." "Don't be sad, Cara. Once you're in Spark City, I'll introduce you to a new foreign boyfriend with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and perfect body proportions. Their genes here are all top-notch, and you will definitely have a beautiful baby with them!" Nodding, Cara says, "Alright. Let me go and get my marriage certificate back first." After ending the call, Cara lies down in bed and falls asleep with a heavy heart. Sometime during midnight, someone pulls back the covers and slides in next to her, his warm body settling down just about an arm's length away from her. A short while later, Cara hears the rustling of clothes and the man panting softly beside her. Cara's body goes numb like she's just been electrocuted. However, she still slowly turns her head back to take a closer look.

In the midst of a bustling metropolis, Sumire, a diligent and determined orphan with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, is engrossed in her studies while seated on a park bench under the radiant rays of the summer sun. It is here that she met a five-year-old boy, who unbeknownst to her, will change the course of her destiny. Mort, her fated mate, is an enigmatic vampire whose heart is captured at the very first glimpse of Sumire. Little does she realize that a world of supernatural beings surrounds her, as Mort's obssesion and desire for her sets into motion a series of events that will forever alter her life's trajectory. Their initial meeting serves as the threshold to an unknown realm, one inhabited by lurking monsters whose predatory instincts unveil a perilous threat. On a fateful night, beneath the crimson shroud of intimacy, that Mort awakens Sumire's dormant memories and primal thirst for blood. This awakening occurs whilst their enemies lurk menacingly outside their bedroom door, launching an unsuspecting assault on the bounty placed upon her head. How will Sumire navigate this newfound reality, where the tales of mere mortals pale in comparison? Will she be able to unravel the enigma of her own existence before it engulfs her?

I died five years ago. Now my husband, the Don of our Mafia family, wants me to take the fall for his sister again—this time for accidentally killing a British noble's heir during an arms deal. He's holding a fake confession letter with my forged signature, storming into my old apartment in the rust district, only to find it empty. Frustrated, he grabs the corner store owner downstairs, demanding to know where I am. The owner pauses, wiping his hands on his apron, calmly tells him: "Serafine? She died five years ago." "Heard it was retaliation from a rival family during the gang war. They ambushed her in an alley... shot her over a dozen times. She died immediately." My husband, Lucien, refuses to believe it. Convinced the owner is on my payroll, hiding me to help me escape his reach. He scoffs, his eyes filled with scorn: "Oh, so what? Because I called her out for messing up that last job, now she's throwing a tantrum?" "You tell her, if she doesn't come back and take the fall in three days, I'll revoke her grandmother's 'special family protection'! Let the old woman rot!" With that, he storms out, his rage still simmering. The owner watches him leave and sighs, shaking his head. "There's no grandmother left to protect... That woman passed away not long after Serafine did... couldn't survive the winter without our family's medical supplies and protection..."