Short Time

In my previous life, I had been suffering from a terminal illness when I won the lottery.  To my shock, Mommy advised me to forgo treatment and leave the winnings to my younger brother, David, to use for his marriage.  I refused to become an accessory to his future, so, behind my parents’ backs, I donated every bit of it to an orphanage.  When they found out, they were furious. They called me a heartless, ungrateful wretch.  After severing ties with me, they abandoned me at the hospital. On David's birthday, they gathered as a family and celebrated him while I was left to die in the hospital, utterly alone. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I had won the lottery.  Recalling the pain and betrayal of my past life, I resolved to leave my parents that very day.  But to my surprise, when I returned home, they had completely changed.  They doted on me and showered me with affection.

When I woke up that morning and happened to glance at the mirror, a scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. Because on the face I had always taken such pride in, there was now a jagged, horrifying scar. As terror gripped me, a cool, detached female voice cut through the air beside me. "What are you shrieking about so early in the morning? Scared by your own ugly face?" I looked up in shock and realized the voice belonged to my girlfriend, Alicia. Only—she wasn't the same girl from yesterday. Gone was the youthful innocence I remembered. In its place, every movement, every glance radiated the allure of a mature woman. The words slipped out before I could hold them back. "Babe… you're gorgeous…" But Alicia's brows knit together, her gaze colder than ice. "Kurt, drop the act!" Act? I was at a loss. Why would she accuse me of pretending? "Don't call me the way you used to five years ago. It's disgusting." Five years ago? But… I'm still twenty-three… am I not?

Sebastian Pena hates me for a whole decade after his true love's death. I try to please him at every turn, but he merely scoffs. "If you really want to make me happy, you should go to hell." That hits hard. However, when a truck hurtles toward me, Sebastian throws himself at me. He saves me, but he dies in a pool of his blood. Before he breathes his last breath, he looks into my eyes and says, "If only… I'd never met you…" His mother is devastated at his funeral. "I should've given Sebastian and Gillian my blessings. I should never have forced him to marry you!" His father resents me. "Sebastian saved you three times—he was a good person. Why weren't you the one who died?" Everyone regrets having Sebastian marry me, myself included. I'm kicked out of the funeral. Three years later, someone invents a time machine, and I travel back in time. This time, I'm going to sever all ties with Sebastian. Everyone will get the happiness they deserve.

I'm a succubus who gathers energy by clearing System missions, adept at the game of love. One day, right after completing a honey trap mission, I was sent to a SSS-level horror game at the very next second. The boss was invincible and bloodthirsty, watching coolly as other players rested in pieces before turning to the rest of us. "Now choose—how do you want to die?" While other players were wetting their pants and trying to find a loophole to survive, I picked up on something different. A handsome, powerful target beneath that cold, horrific exterior. Hence, when he reached me, I smiled enigmatically as I told him my wish. "I wish to be conquered by a truly powerful Entity, dominated from soul to flesh, and to die in pure ecstasy." I watched him pause in shock and added, "Oh, and you must do it yourself."

📌เมื่อความสัมพันธ์ของเธอและเขาเปลี่ยนเพียงชั่วข้ามคืน..เธอจะทำยังไงให้ทุกอย่างมันเป็นเพียงแค่ความลับตลอดไป! 🎯“อยากให้ฉันย้ำอีกครั้งใช่ไหม?..เธอถึงจะได้จำใส่สมองเอาไว้..ว่าอย่าคิดที่จะปฏิเสธ..!!!”

Benedict Quinn, also known as Tristan Drake, once stood at top of the world with his supernatural abilities. For the sake of his beloved woman, he gave it all up and married her, supporting her quietly from behind and protecting her. Yet, when she attained success, she despised him for being useless and demanded a divorce. When Tristan Drake's name spread across the world, she eventually knelt for forgiveness, weeping uncontrollably out of remorse…

🎯ตัวอย่างความฟิน📌📌 “อยากได้ก็ต้องแลก” “ละ..แลกกับอะไรคะ”เฌอแตมพยายามย่นคอหนีสัมผัสวาบวามเป็นพัลวัน แต่ด้วยพื้นที่ที่จำกัด..มันจึงทำให้เธอไม่สามารถพาตัวเองหนีออกไปจากสถานการณ์อันตรายนี้ได้เลย และเวลาที่กระชั้นชิดไม่สามารถทำให้เฌอแตมคิดหาวิธีรับมือคนตรงหน้าได้..นอกจากกลั้นใจโยนหินถามทางไปก่อน “หึ..คุกเข่าลงไป” “คะ?” “อยากให้ฉันอนุญาตให้เธอออกไปหาเพื่อน..ก็รีบทำตามที่สั่งก็พอ” 🌸แนะนำตัวละคร🌸 พระเอก : อัชเชอร์ คราวน์ อายุ 30 ปี เขา..อยู่เหนือกฏหมาย และมองคนที่อยู่ต่ำกว่าเป็นเพียงแค่เหลือบไรไร้ประโยชน์ ชีวิตที่แสนเพอร์เฟคเหมือนจะดำเนินไปอย่างไร้อุปสรรค..ถ้าหากว่าเหตุการณ์ที่เขาถูกลอบฆ่า…ไม่เกิดขึ้น! นางเอก : นันท์นพิน เตชิสา (เฌอแตม) อายุ 22 เธอ..เป็นเด็กสาวสู้ชีวิต แม้โลกนี้จะพรากบิดาผู้เป็นเสาหลักของครอบครัวไปตลอดกาล เธอก็สามารถเข้มแข็งได้..เพราะมีมารดาที่เป็นทุกสิ่งทุกอย่างของชีวิตอยู่เป็นขวัญกำลังใจ แต่แล้วชีวิตที่เรียบง่ายในแบบฉบับของเธอกลับต้องพลิกผัน หลังจากค่ำคืนนั้น..ที่ได้พบเจอกับเขา..ชายผู้เกือบเอาชีวิตไม่รอดจากความตาย..!

My fated mate, Sebastian Grant, was the most brilliant healer on the continent. Specializing in treating wolfsbane, he had saved countless of our kind. To everyone else, he was a miracle walking among us. But he had a childhood friend and fellow apprentice, Sabrina Jordan. If Sebastian was famous for curing poison, then Sabrina was infamous for creating it. For years, she studied toxins while he developed antidotes. They worked so closely together that the pack slowly stopped distinguishing danger from jokes. That was until the day she tested a new kind of wolfsbane on me and I almost died. When I woke up, Sebastian was sitting beside my bed, writing a prescription for me. "Christina, don't blame Sabrina. My mentor and I have spoiled her. She knew I'd be able to cure you, so she was just messing around. She never meant to hurt you." He said it so casually, as if I had caught a cold. Not as if my organs had been failing and I had been a breath away from death. Before I could respond, someone burst into the room shouting that Sabrina had poisoned herself. Sebastian stood up and rushed out at once, his steps hurried and almost frantic. He never noticed that my prescription was missing a key herb. Just like that, the antidote that was supposed to save me became a poison that quietly sped up my death. That was when the Moon Goddess spoke inside my mind. [You can only return to the human world if you die at the hands of your fated mate. But are you sure you want this?] I lowered my gaze to the prescription in my hand, the ink still fresh. Sebastian himself had written it. The same hands that saved countless lives had just written the final prescription that would end mine. "I'm sure," I whispered.

When I inherited the title of Alpha Female, the Witch prophesied that my pack would fall within eight years. Only finding my fated mate could avert the coming disaster. I searched for eight long years. With just seven days left before the prophecy's deadline, I received word that our sacred altar had been bombed. The one responsible was Lucian Grey — the same man who had tried to poison me. When I confronted him, he had only one thing to say: "I'm from the real world. I'm here to save you." In that moment, I knew — my fated mate had finally found me.

After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots. The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way. I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love. Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw the long stick, you can only blame your bad luck." So I began practicing every day, shaking the box diligently, over and over, in hopes that one day, it would help me earn my parents' love. Unfortunately, for ten years, I never once drew the long stick. Until my birthday. Asher wanted to go to the amusement park, and Mom once again told us to decide by drawing lots. I secretly glued the two short sticks together and handed them to Mom, hoping to keep her with me. She slapped me hard across the face, screaming that I was cheating and disobedient. Then she stormed out of the house with Asher. When I fell to the ground, the short stick stabbed deep into my neck. 'I'm sorry, Mom. Next time, I'll work harder. Next time, I'll definitely draw the long stick.'