Sleeping Nook

เรื่องย่อ... "มันไม่แข็งกับคนอื่นก็เพราะมึง" เสียงทุ้มต่ำของชายคนหนึ่งก้องวนเวียนในหัวของนทีมาตลอดวันหยุด หลังจากคืนที่เขาพลาดท่า...กับอดีตคู่อริที่ชื่อ โจริญ นทีก็โดนตามตื๊อไม่เลิกถึงขั้นข่มขู่ว่าจะแบล็คเมล์คลิปบนรถคืนนั้นเลย เรื่องราวจะเป็นยังไงต่อ ไปกดอ่านได้ในเรื่อง... โจริญที รักกันดี ตีกันตาย เรื่องนี้เป็นSide storyคู่รองจากเรื่อง:รักไม่ใส ในรั้วขาว เรื่องนั้นเป็นเทอมหนึ่งเน้นคู่หลัก เรื่องนี้เทอมสองเน้นคู่รอง และสำหรับใครที่ยังไม่ได้อ่านแนะนำให้อ่านเรื่องแรกก่อนจะได้อรรถรสเพิ่มยิ่งขึ้น

ย้อนวันวานไปกับชีวิตมัธยมปลายช่วงวัยของรักแรก การจับมือ การจูบ การกอดรวมถึงการออกกำลังกาย(บนเตียง) คุณอยู่ในช่วงไหน? ส่วนของผมนั้นเกิดขึ้นตอนม.ปลาย เรื่องนี้จะรวมชีวิตสุดโก๊ะโบ๊ะบ๊ะสารพัดสารเพในช่วงวัยม.ปลายให้หายคิดถึง เรื่องย่อ เป็นเรื่องราวของ กันต์ ชายที่โดนบูลลี่ กลั่นแกล้ง รังแกสารพัดหนำซ้ำยังมีปมเรื่องหน้าตาหลังถูกปฏิเสธความรักในวัย14ปีจากนั้นเขาก็สูญเสียความมั่นใจในตัวเองโดยการใช้ชีวิตปกปิดใบหน้ามาตลอดและในช่วงม.ปลายเขาได้ย้ายโรงเรียนไปที่แห่งใหม่แรกๆชีวิตก็สงบสุขดีแต่หลังจากมีเด็กใหม่ย้ายเข้ามาหน้าตาที่ปกปิดไว้มาตลอดกลับถูกเปิดเผยอย่างไม่คาดคิด

It is in the human nature to expect things from a person. And of course, as a human, one will tend to try to reach their goals no matter how big or small it is. One will strive hard to reach those expectations, sometimes even ace it. However, not all things goes the way one planned it and that is what happening to Pharynne Mauridelle Cortés. Pharynne Mauridelle Cortés is a full of hope woman. She's a woman who will give her all selflessly no matter what and how much struggles she have in life. However, no matter how beautiful a rose can be, it wouldn't change the fact that it still have thorns. Thorns that even she herself can get hurt by it. She is beyond what the society wants her to be. For beyond what it seems to be in the strongest façade a woman can have, is her broken and wounded self that she couldn't even mend it herself. And when she reached her outmost endpoint, her world clashes with Jhariêx Ivan Romanov Strëízhnnërr IV. The man full of mystery who will be her anchor and thread of light that will help her heal and rebuild herself. But then, when things are almost at its place, she will suddenly discover the mystery behind his life. Being lied to and destructive pain she felt, causing her demons to fully swallow and win against her. No matter how beautiful and delicate a flower is, if it starts to get rotten inside, it will still wither and die.

My stepsister falsely accuses me of causing her allergies to act up. My three brothers stuff me into the cramped cellar and chain the door shut. I pound on the door and beg them to let me out. My eldest brother, an outstanding businessman, snaps, "It's bad enough that you keep bullying Lori. How could you make her eat seafood when you know she's allergic to it? Isn't that just murder? Stay in there and reflect on your mistakes!" My second brother, an award-winning singer, and my third brother, a genius painter, scoff contemptuously. "It's unbelievable that someone as evil as you is making excuses to garner pity. You can stay in there and repent for your sins!" After that, they take our shuddering stepsister to the hospital. The oxygen in the cellar soon runs out, and it gets difficult to breathe. Ultimately, I die in there. My brothers only remember me three days later when they bring our stepsister back from the hospital. Unbeknownst to them, I've already died of asphyxiation.

I was the top engineer at the National Deep-Sea Research Center, and the only person in the world with experience in deep-sea rescue. When my sister’s submarine malfunctioned and was stranded ten thousand meters below the surface, I hung up on her distress call. Then I calmly walked into a police station and turned myself in for leaking classified research. A few minutes later, my father called. His voice was frantic and furious. “Your sister is missing. Where the hell are you? I’m ordering you to get to the site immediately and save her, or you won’t see a cent of the family inheritance!” I calmly pulled the blanket over my head and said into the phone, “I don’t have time, and you’re interrupting my sleep.”

Silver Point University isn’t just the most elite supernatural college on the continent— It’s a pressure cooker of species dynamics, forbidden bonds, awakening magic, and the kind of heat no handbook could ever prepare a student for. Across ten interconnected shorts, Campus Wilds follows students from every corner of the supernatural world as they collide with fate, desire, and the explosive chaos of discovering their true mates amidst exams, dorm drama, and ancient rivalries. Every story adds heat, depth. The discovery that love and magic are the most dangerous subjects of all. In Campus Wilds, every species has a story. Every bond has a price. And no one leaves unchanged.

Over the weekend, I went with my best friend to one of the premium auto shops owned by my company to get her car serviced. Just as we were about to leave, someone stopped me and ordered me to wipe down her car. I explained that I didn't work there, but she got angry anyway. She flipped a 10-cent coin at my face. "Consider it an honor that I'm letting you wash my car. A broke girl like you has probably never even seen a luxury car in her life! I'm trying to broaden your horizons, and you're not even grateful?" I shot back, "You're right. I've never met a car owner who can only spare 10 cents. Consider my horizons broadened." She exploded on the spot. "Do you even know who I am? The chairman of the Penzo Group is my mother-in-law! Scared now?" I paused for a beat, then calmly called Leo Penzo. "I hear your mother went behind my back and found you a new wife?"

I was the top engineer at the National Deep-Sea Institute—and the only person in the world with real deep-sea rescue experience. When my younger brother's submarine went down and he called for help from 35,000 feet below, I hung up on him. Then, calm and unhurried, I went straight to the police station and turned myself in for leaking classified research data. A few minutes later, my father called, furious. "Your brother's life is hanging by a thread—where the hell are you?! I demand you to get to the site and save him right now, or you won't see a single penny of the family fortune!" I pulled the blanket over myself and said into the phone, perfectly composed, "Busy. Don't bother me—I'm trying to sleep."

I ditched a shot at studying abroad to help my boyfriend, Gavin Censori, launch his startup. Stuck it out with him through seven brutal years. Then boom—success hit, and so did the ghosting. On Valentine's Day, he hit me with the classic "work's crazy" excuse. Instead of showing up, he had some random delivery dude drop off a box of cosmetic samples. Samples. Later that night, his secretary Rebecca popped up on my feed, flexing hard. Caption: [With a boss like this, why go home early?] Pic: A box of high-end makeup. Same brand. Hers weren't samples. I dropped a comment: [You're doing great at your sidechick job. Gold star.] Gavin called instantly, losing it. "What's your problem? She's just an employee! I bust my ass making money for you, and you're always jealous!" I laughed. Didn't even yell. Just dumped him. Seven years, and I'd never touched a dime of his. Joke's on him—his precious startup? Secretly bankrolled by me. Fast-forward three years. Business summit. He rolled in wearing a tailored suit. The second he spotted me with a bag of bottles, his smirk kicked in. "Didn't like those cosmetics I gave you, huh? Now look at you—reduced to bottle collecting?"

After graduation, I struggle to find a job, while my girlfriend easily lands a position at a major company. She has been with me for two years, and to cheer me up, she even lets me hold onto her payroll card. Once I finally start working, she worries about my long commute and immediately buys me a car. Everyone around us envies me for having such a thoughtful girlfriend. To save up for a house, I secretly deposit my salary into her account. A year later, we decide to get married. Excited, she grabs my hand and says, "I know you don't have much saved. I don't need any wedding gift. All I want is your love." I am deeply touched by her consideration. But on our engagement day, she pulls out photos of me with a dozen women and accuses me of cheating. I look closely and realize I have never even met any of them. Then she shows me my card's transaction history, filled with charges at the notorious Solara Club. "You had my payroll card, and you used my money to indulge yourself!" she cries. "I'm not marrying you. Return my car and all the money you spent over the years. It adds up to 800 thousand dollars." I calmly place the payroll card she gave me on the table and say with a smirk, "Fine, let's settle this properly." When I present the detailed account prepared by my top lawyer, she is stunned.