Sun Rising Photo

Sunny is an aspiring writer who wants to venture the world of writing erotic romance. One night, while she was browsing some photos to use as her book cover, she saw a picture of a very handsome man with dark-blue hair yet green emerald eyes. Sunny used the photo without knowing what awaits her after the man in the photo knew that his photo was used in an erotic novel.

Emillia Lucille has everything. Money, looks, fame, family. You name it, she has it. Her luxury is never ending, so is her career as a model in an international agency owned by her father. Many envy her. Many tried to be her, but they failed. She is invincible. With her cold heart and charming look, she became the person every man and woman wanted and hated at the same time. But everything changed when she received a photo from an anonymous sender. A photo she ought to keep until she dies. A photo that can harm not only her career but also herself. A photo that will reunite her with her lost self and its acquaintances. Will she be able to reconnect to the past and fight the situation she was fated to face? Or will she be forever locked from it? And just like it, will she remain so far away?

Three days after giving birth, my husband leaves me alone at home to care for the baby, saying that he needs to leave on an urgent business trip. Three days later, I've just arrived at the hospital when I see a family photo his childhood sweetheart has shared on her social media. It's captioned, "This was taken during a trip. We're a happy family of three." I'm surprised to see my husband grinning in the photo and comment on it with a question mark. He immediately calls me to reprimand me. "Do you know how hard it is for her as a single mother? She doesn't have a man to care for her. All I did was take a photo with her. Do you have to be so petty?" That evening, his childhood sweetheart shares a photo of some monetary gifts. "He insisted on giving me this after taking the family photo." I know my husband gave that to her to pacify her. This time, however, I'm ready to leave him.

Thanks to my dad's work, I have to transfer schools. Soon, I go to my new school to register for my enrolment. After submitting my personal information, the teacher in charge shoots me an odd look. "Is your father Mr. Chapman, the new shareholder? His child should have enrolled with us a long time ago. In fact, his daughter is half a year older than you. You're not that person at all…" Stunned, I dig out my phone and show my photo with my dad to the teacher. She glances at the photo before showing me the system window. "Mr. Chapman's daughter has been studying in this school since the first term. He even donated a library to the school recently. This is a photo the school board has taken. You can take a look yourself." In the photo, my dad and an unfamiliar student can be seen standing at the school's bulletin board. That young lady looks as old as I do. Her features are similar to my dad's. In fact, she resembles him more than I do! If they are an actual father and daughter pair, then who am I?

Setelah kematiannya, Sun Hao malah berpindah ke dunia lain dan hidup dengan sistem di kepalanya. Anehnya, tidak seperti novel-novel berpindah dimensi yang sering dia baca semasa hidup, tubuh Sun Hao tidak bisa berkultivasi, bahkan setelah dia menyelesaikan semua misi sistem! Namun, semua teknik dasar yang Sun Hao pelajari, juga segala hal yang dia dapatkan dari sistem, tidak sesederhana yang dia kira. Kucing putih yang dipeliharanya adalah Harimau Surgawi. Ayam yang dipeliharanya adalah Phoenix Surgawi. Tanaman yang Sun Hao tanam adalah harta spiritual tingkat tinggi. Ikan yang dipelihara di kolam adalah Naga kuno legendaris. Semua benda yang ada di rumah Sun Hao adalah Artefak Surgawi Tingkat Tinggi. Semua kultivator di dunia ini tunduk padanya. "Ehh … apa aku sekuat itu?”

Le troisième jour de mon confinement postnatal, mon mari prétendait qu’il devait partir en voyage d’affaires en urgence, me laissant seule pour m’occuper du bébé. Trois jours plus tard, lorsque j’ai été hospitalisée, j’ai vu une photo de famille sur les réseaux sociaux, publiée par l’amie d’enfance de mon mari, avec la légende : « Photo prise en voyage, une famille heureuse de trois. » Sur la photo, mon mari s’est affiché tout sourire. Fort surprise, j’ai commenté par un point d’interrogation. Il m’a immédiatement appelée pour me réprimander : « Elle est une pauvre mère célibataire, sans homme pour s’occuper d’elle. Cette photo ne signifie rien. Ne sois pas mesquine ! » Le soir, son amie d’enfance a posté une nouvelle photo : un ensemble de trois bijoux en or d’une valeur de plusieurs millions. « Après la photo de famille, il a insisté pour m’offrir ces magnifiques bijoux. » C’était un cadeau pour faire plaisir à sa maîtresse, je le savais bien. Enfin, j’ai décidé de quitter mon mari.

The fake principessa of the Italvia's mafia had accidentally discovered that I was the long-lost true principessa of the Esposito family. Terrified that I would take everything from her, she posted a bounty in the local mafia heirs' chat: Whoever could get a photo of me in bed and ruin my reputation… She would marry that person. However, even after the Esposito family officially acknowledged me, not a single photo ever reached her. Frustrated, she stormed into the chat, demanding an explanation. I sighed, thinking how utterly naive she was. How could they possibly send her a photo of me in bed? After all… They were the ones acting like dogs for me in bed.

I booked a consultation with a renowned traditional medicine practitioner six months in advance to treat my surgeon wife's arousal disorder over the holidays. However, on the appointment date, Wendy did not show up. Just as I was about to call to question her, I noticed a photo her male friend had posted on social media. In the photo, my usually aloof wife was hugging the guy with a radiant smile. The caption read: [Only I can cure your problem.] But what caught my attention was my wife's flushed face in the photo, clearly displaying signs of arousal. With a cold smirk, I immediately liked and commented: [You must have magic fingers that work wonders!] The comment section exploded, with everyone speculating whether I would tear my wife's lover apart. What awaited my wife was our official divorce after the cooling-off period ended.

I went abroad for a year to further my studies and kept in touch with my girlfriend through video calls every day. One day, I saw her first love posted a photo with a caption: [We are finally back together after ten years!] In the photo, my girlfriend was visibly pregnant, holding the arm of the man next to her with a sweet smile.

ทุกท่านคิดว่านิยามของคำว่า"อาการครั่งรัก"เป็นแบบไหนกัน มันคืออะไรกันนะ อาจจะเป็นอาการที่รักใครมากๆหรืออาจจะเป็นอาการที่ชอบใครมากๆจนเกือบครั่ง เป็นอาการชื่นชอบปกติที่ใครๆก็เป็นได้ คนทั่วไปอาจจะมองเป็นเช่นนั้น แต่ไม่ใช่สำหรับผม สำหรับตัวผมนั้น "อาการครั่งรัก" คืออาการที่ชอบใครคนหนึ่งมากๆจนไม่สามารถปฎิเศษคนๆนั้นได้ จะยอมทุกอย่างให้กลับคนที่ชอบ ยอมได้ทุกอย่าง และจะทำตามคำของผู้นั้นอย่างไม่มีเงื่อนไขแม้จะสั่งให้ไปตายก็ย่อมได้ เปรียบเสมือนข้ารับใช้ที่ถวายตนให้กับ"องค์ราชินี" แล้วทุกท่านคิดว่าพวกคนเหล่านี้นอกจาก นายเหนือหัวแล้วเขาเคยสนใจผู้คนที่ขอร้องอ้อนวอนหรือขอความเมตตาความเห็นใจบ้างหรือไม่ ผู้คนเหล่านี้ไม่เคยสนใจผู้อื่น ไม่มีความเห็นใจ ไม่มีความเมตตา มีแค่นายเหนือหัวเท่านั้น "ทั้งชีวิตมีแค่องค์ราชินีเพียงผู้เดียวเท่านั้น" ทุกท่านอยากรู้จักกันบ้างมั้ยละ ผมอยากลองให้ทุกคน"รอชม"เรื่องราวต่อจากนี้ เปิดเรื่อง เหยื่อนายครั่งรัก