Short Broom And Dustpan Set

At the award-giving ceremony of the end-of-the-year gala, my boss, George White, suddenly announces that he will be adding a bonus round on a whim. "This is the annual department evaluation! The department that comes last shall come onto the stage and receive a tiny encouragement from me!" The huge screen lights up at that moment. The sales achievements accumulated by all departments are being shown in a ranking system. The sales department is ranked first. The operations department comes second, and the marketing department gets third place. As for the administrative department, the sales achievements shown on the screen are none. After all, that department has no KPI to achieve at all. George beams at us from the administrative department. "Everyone from the administrative department, come on up and receive your prize!" Two people can be seen carrying a basket of brooms up the stage. Everyone bursts into laughter instantly. "Come now, sweep away your bad luck with the brooms! Try not to come up as the bottom-ranked department again next year!" George personally thrusts the brooms into our hands. Camera flashes go off beneath the stage—people are clearly taking photos of us. The people from the sales department are the ones laughing the hardest. "Finally, the peeps from the administrative department are getting the recognition they deserve!"

I shook my head as a dark chuckle escaped my lips. “I’m not her, Dimitri, can’t you see it? I will never be her,” My voice shook as I spoke, tears threatening to spill. Dimitri ran his fingers through his hair in distress. His usual cold demeanor slipping away as he walked towards me and grabbed me by my shoulder. I felt his fingers on my chin, forcing me to look at him. I swallowed. “You don’t understand, Dimitri,” My voice came out as a whisper. “You are in love with that woman. Not me. It has-it has never been me,” “I know who I want, Val and that person is you,” *** For years, Valeria Moore had lived her life as a substitute lover to Dimitri. She believed one day, he would see her for who she is and not as his lost mate who had the same face as her. But when Dimitri announced his engagement to Summer Wood, Val knew she couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to cut all ties with him but now, Dimitri wasn’t ready to let her go. Not when he just realized she was pregnant for him.

"เราลองมีเซ็กซ์กันดูไหมคะ" ประโยคสั้น ๆ ที่เปลี่ยนชีวิตเธอไปตลอดกาล เพียงแค่ค่ำคืนประชดชีวิตที่เธอคิดว่าไม่มีผลอะไรแต่โชคชะตากลับเล่นตลก เมื่อผลของคืนนั้นทำให้ชีวิตของเธอพลิกผันไปตลอดกาล

ฤทธิ์เยอะนักใช่มั้ย ได้...! ฉันจะเอาเธอจนตายคาเตียงเลย คอยดู...!

Just before the weapons design competition, my design schematics mysteriously go missing. Since I no longer have anything to submit, I'm disqualified from the competition. Meanwhile, my older sister, Camilla Cassano, steals the show with my designs. She gets what she wants, which is to marry the next don of the Carbone family—and the man I've had a crush on since I was a child—Leon Carbone. When she brags about it to me, I don't kick up a fuss. Instead, I calmly wish her the best. In my previous life, I'd chosen to expose her on the spot. I seized back the glory that was meant to be mine and married Leon. I thought that was the start of my happiness, but it turned out to be the beginning of my nightmare. Leon had always been in love with Camilla. Throughout our five years of marriage, I was made to slave away like a robot and spend all my time researching. In the end, I was blown to pieces in an explosion triggered by sheer exhaustion. Now that I'm back in time, I personally deliver Camilla to Leon's side, and I marry Don Lorenzo Marra, the notoriously ruthless womanizer. Everyone waits to watch me sink into the depths of despair, rueing my every decision. I'm the only one who knows just how powerful the man, so misunderstood by the world, truly is.

Naomi is a 22 years old woman who suffers in lots of problems cause by one of the company’s site explosion. To help their company survive, she needs to marry Maxwell from the Willford’s clan to solve the company’s scandalous gossips while her father is laying in the hospital bed half dead. Everything went fine, not until Shekinah joins the scene and ruin their marriage with the help of Maxine, Maxwell’s sister. Xian Khairro also invade the relationship of Maxwell and Naomi, he also wants to ruin Maxwell’s image and get Naomi all for himself. He kidnapped Naomi and killed Maxwell through the yatch explosion. Will Naomi’s father be able to survive from the threat of death? What will happen to Naomi after knowing that the man she really love died from saving her? Is Maxwell really dead? If yes, how will Naomi continue her journey without Maxwell? What if Maxwell is still alive, how did he able to survive from the yatch explosion?

ความเข้าใจผิดทำให้เขามีค่ำคืนอันเร่าร้อนกับเธอ.. และเขาจะถือว่าเธอเป็นของเขาอย่างสมบูรณ์ แม้ว่าเธอจะไม่เต็มใจก็ตาม และของที่เป็นของเขา จะไม่มีวันปล่อยให้ใครหน้าไหนได้เชยชมทั้งนั้น อย่าฝันจะเป็นอิสระ

พอ.กับนอ.ถูกจับให้แต่งงานกันตามความประสงค์ของผู้ใหญ่ แต่เมื่อทั้งคู่ได้มาเรียนรู้และลองใช้ชีวิตอยู่ด้วยกัน. นอ.จึงคิดว่ามือของหมออย่างเธอมีไว้เพื่อรักษา. แต่มือมาเฟียอย่างเขามีไว้เพื่อทำล.าย ซึ่งมันไม่ควรอยู่ด้วยกันได้ แต่สิ่งสำคัญกว่านั้น นั่นเป็นพราะนอ.รักพอ.มากเกินกว่าจะแบ่งปันเขาไปให้ใคร เธอจึงไม่อยากเสียใจภายหลัง. เมื่อคิดได้นอ.จึงตัดสินใจขอยกเลิกงานแต่งงาน โดยอ้างเหตุผลที่ว่า นอ. : 'เราเข้ากันไม่ได้เลยสักอย่างเพราะเราแตกต่างกันมากเกินไป' พอ. : ใครบอกว่าเราเข้ากันไม่ได้. ในเมื่อพี่ก็เอามันเข้าไปในตัวเธอได้ทุกรอบ แล้วเธอก็ทำหน้าฟินตลอด. เข้ากันไม่ได้ตรงไหนช่วยเอาปากกามาวงให้ที" ###อิพี่ก็ดันทำเป็นไม่เข้าใจความหมายไปซะอย่างงั้น### : “!!?”

We were on our way to celebrate our son’s birthday when we got into a car crash. When I woke up, I looked at my family gathered around my hospital bed and cracked a joke: “Sorry, but who are you guys?” I held back a smile, curious to see how they'd humor their "amnesiac" patient. Would my mother grab my hand in a panic? Would my husband look at me with worry? Would my son rush over, crying and calling me Mom? What I didn't expect was for them to freeze for a moment—and then, almost in unison, let out sighs of relief. My mother was the first to speak, her tone unmistakably lighter, as if a huge weight had been lifted. "If you don’t remember, it’s probably for the best. This is Lindsay—your sister, she’s my daughter. You were adopted." My husband then pointed at me and said to our son, "You should call her Aunt Wendy." Before the shock could even sink in, I watched the child I'd fought so hard to protect turn and throw himself into the arms of Lindsay. "Mom! I played outside all day. I missed you so much!" So that was the truth. My amnesia was exactly what they'd been hoping for. In that case, I didn't need this made-up life anymore.

My mom was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her life is smooth-sailing most of the time. The only mistake she's ever made is falling for my dad. That's why she insists on finding me a husband who's the complete opposite of my dad. My dad is tall and intimidating-looking, so Mom wants someone who's short and perverted-looking. My dad is a knowledgeable and well-read man, so Mom wants a guy who has only graduated from elementary school. My dad prioritizes his moral integrity more than anything else, so Mom prefers a guy who drinks, gambles, and sleeps around. She tells me, "This type of man is easy to manipulate, unlike your father, who just divorced me out of nowhere!" It's true that the man Mom has chosen for me won't divorce me. After all, he leeches from me on top of beating me up. It's not enough to leech my money from me, it seems—he just has to take everything from me. My mom says in a righteous tone, "This is the only way that proves you're valuable to him. He won't divorce you at all." I've fought back and escaped from my husband many times. Every time I do, my mom will trick me into returning to him by hurting herself. As always, I'm greeted with another round of beating whenever I do return to him. Mom will take me to the hospital to get my injuries treated. Then, she'll say, "Hurry up and give birth to a son for him. Once you have a son, you'll be extremely valuable to your husband. He won't beat you up anymore." Today is supposed to be the day Mom takes me to the hospital to check my ovulation timing. She spends a long time calling me on the phone, yet I never pick up. After that, she sends me a few audio messages that last for 60 seconds each just to lecture me. "Beatrice Anderson, what makes you think you can just ignore my calls? The hospital check-up is for your own good! As long as you can get pregnant with a son, your husband will be wrapped around your finger! He won't divorce you after this! Why can't you understand how much I care for you?" I seriously can't understand at all. After all, I've gotten beaten to death yesterday. My corpse is cut into 28 chunks, and they are being frozen in the fridge as I speak.