So God Made A Mother

Four sisters sat on the kitchen floor in a circle each holding their favorite icecream tub and started discussing their heart problems. Rude but not so... Rude Badboy but not so... Badboy Player but not so... Player Jerk but not so... Jerk "Why do we all have such an amazing selection in the boys?" Asked both the twins at a time looking at their elder sisters. "We will definitely note the sarcasm." added the middle sister for them. "Don't worry dears! This is not the end and we will find someone else for sure. That is life which goes on and on and on." assured the elder sister. Well we will also see how they will get out of this Not so... Cliché lives, but will they?

เฮียไฟเป็นพี่ชายข้างบ้านของดาว ด้วยความใจดีของเฮียไฟที่มีให้ดาวมาตั้งแต่เด็กทำให้ดาวหลงรักเฮีย แต่เฮียก็ชอบย้ำอยู่ตลอดว่าดาวคือน้องสาว ปากก็บอกน้องสาว แต่การกระทำของเฮียทำให้ดาวคิดไปไกล แต่แล้ววันหนึ่งความสัมพันธ์ของเราก็เปลี่ยนไป “ไม่ใช่ว่าดาวแย่ แต่ดาวเป็นเหมือนน้องสาวเฮียนะ เฮียคิดกับดาวแค่น้องเท่านั้น เมื่อคืนเฮียเมาดาวก็เห็น ทำไมดาวยัง…” “นี่เฮียกำลังโทษดาวงั้นเหรอ” เขากำลังบอกเพราะฉันเข้าไปเสือกใช่ไหม “ก็ถ้าดาวไม่เข้ามายุ่ง ผู้หญิงที่เฮียนอนด้วยต้องไม่มีวันเป็นดาว” “ใช่ ดาวผิดเองแหละ ถ้าดาวไม่เสือก ดาวก็คงไม่ต้องเจ็บแบบนี้ เฮีย…ดาวถามจริง ๆ นะ เฮียโง่หรือแกล้งโง่ถึงมองไม่ออกว่าดาวระ…” “อย่าพูดมันออกมา เฮียไม่อยากฟัง เฮียเห็นดาวเป็นน้องมาตลอด เฮียไม่เคยคิดเกินเลยกับดาว”

ผู้หญิงคนนั้นคือคนที่ผมกำลังชอบ ผู้หญิงอีกคนคือรักแรกแล้วก็อยู่ในใจมาตลอด ส่วนผู้หญิงคนนี้คือ...ของเล่นคั่นเวลา

My wife and I slept in separate beds for over three years. Then on our wedding anniversary, she suddenly tried to win me over. She climbed into my bed and pulled out all the stops, trying to get me to sleep with her. I stayed calm and collected. When our son started crying, I used it as an excuse to escape to his room, where I stayed all night. Vivian Hartley spent the entire night knocking on the door. The next morning, she acted sweet and gentle, graciously making me breakfast as if nothing had happened. She even tried to hand over her salary card. When my mother-in-law heard about this, she exploded at her daughter. "You pathetic fool! People need some self-respect! If you can't stand up for yourself, just get a divorce already!" Yet Vivian claimed her feelings for me ran so deep that the heavens themselves could vouch for her sincerity. She even defied her own mother. Our relatives and friends looked at us with envy. But my son and I continued to give her the cold shoulder. Finally, Vivian turned to social media for help. "Three years ago, I was busy with work. My husband and I had completely different schedules. I was afraid it would affect my performance at work, so I suggested we sleep in separate rooms. "Now our child is older, and I've swallowed my pride to try to fix things, but my husband won't even touch me." Someone in the comments gave her some advice: install hidden cameras around the house. "We can't just take your word for it. Record everything so we can see what's really going on. Plus, if things actually end in divorce, at least you'll have built up your social media following. It won't be a total loss." Vivian had no idea I was watching from among her followers.

He watched her for a long moment, the anger in his eyes unmistakable. She imagined he was thinking of ways to punish her, but nothing prepared her for what he said next. "Strip." It was one word, but she doubted if she heard him correctly the first time, was he really going to punish her? "What… what was that?" She asked innocently. "Strip, Nancy." "I won't." "So you refuse me, I see." he said it lightly, the evil smile still playing on his lips. "That will not stop me from having you though" "You won't." She said firmly "Won't I?" She had expected to arouse his anger tonight, but nothing prepared her for the icy rage that contorted his features and the resentment and coldness in his eyes. "Has he touched you yet?" Derek asked suddenly, his eyes still hard on her and his look ever so cold. "Depends on the kind of touch you mean," She replied in a soft, tempting voice, "He has touched me in certain ways. But you are my husband and I should not be telling you that.” "No," he returned coldly. "We are just master and slave, nothing else links us.” ***** Forced to marry against their will, Nancy must not only prove to Derek Lincoln that she was never his lost betrothed, but she must also prove to the parents of his real betrothed that she is not their daughter. But when a man is this beautiful and yet so arrogant, God knows loving him could not be so difficult. Except he is strongly involved with his mistress, who would give anything to have him, even if it meant killing his present wife. But was he worth it? Nay. To him, she is just a personal whore.

Tierney Chandler left her small town—and perfect fiancé—years ago to chase down her dreams. Years later, the town’s still small, her dreams are mostly still dreams, and her ex is still perfect. Maybe it’s time to ditch her failing dreams pick up where she left off…Jack Elliott is a baker making his dreams come true one pie at a time. Years ago, those dreams included Tierney. At least until his annoyingly perfect cousin stole her away. Now, he’s got a second chance, and he’s determined not to waste it. Can Jack convince Tierney that he’s the dream she’s been waiting for?

"หัวใจของฉันมันอาจจะหมดรักนายไปตั้งนานแล้วก็ได้กระทิง ที่ผ่านมามันอาจจะเป็นความรู้สึกผูกพันธ์ ฉันถึงยังอยู่กับนาย" "เลิกรักผู้ชายคนนั้นได้ไหม กลับมารักฉันเหมือนเดิมเถอะนะ ผู้ชายคนนั้นรักเธอได้ไม่ถึงครึ่งที่ฉันรักเธอหรอกนะ" "แต่เขาไม่เคยทำให้ฉันต้องเสียใจหรือร้องไห้เพราะผู้หญิงเหมือนกับที่นายเคยทำกับฉันนะกระทิง" เธอเจ็บเพราะเขามามาก ไม่อยากกลับไปเจ็บซ้ำ ๆ เหมือนเดิมอีกแล้ว

This marks the third year since Alan Cohen and I became mates, and today's finally the day of the Luna ceremony. As the ceremony begins, Alan takes my hand. But then he hesitates, refusing to move forward. I'm still trying to make sense of it when my adoptive sister, Eden Parker, suddenly breaks into the mind-link. She says she's just ended a failed mate bond with another Alpha and will be back within the hour. That's when I see a flicker of a smile on Alan's face. Then, without a second glance, he lets go of my hand and walks away. I turn to my adoptive brother, Dexter Parker, and my adoptive father, Hank Parker, hoping for some kind of comfort, only to realize they've already left the ceremony with Alan. And just like that, I became the joke of the entire pack. Eden sends me a photo. She's glowing beside Alan, her arm looped through Dexter's, with Hank beaming next to them. That's when I give up. I reach out through the mind-link to my birth father. "Dad, I'm ready to return to the Bloodmoon Pack."

-กราฟ- คิดยังไงกับปั้นหยาเหรอครับ? ไซต์หมากระเป๋าแบบนั้นห่างไกลคำว่าสเปคของผมเยอะ ที่เห็นควงๆ ก็แค่เอามาแก้ขัดกับ...แก้แค้น -ปั้นหยา- อย่าถามว่าฉันคิดยังไงกับไอ้พี่กราฟอีกนะคะ ไอ้เฮงซวยที่ทั้งชีวิตมีแต่กราฟความเลวระยำแบบนั้นเอาไปทำหมันเถอะค่ะ อย่าปล่อยให้ไปแพร่พันธ์ที่ไหนเลย!

We all have our wildest dreams, don't we? We all have our regrets and pains in our life that made it so hard that it might have suffocated us at some point. Life is short. Take the risk or never. And when love arrives love and if it leaves, leave. Don't stay as I did.