Thanksgiving Day Origin

She was born with the powers of the Gods; She is Deliah Blue the Princess of Altundral, the daughter of the great God Halturian when her powers lead her into danger, who will be the one to save her.Will Beven, the handsome warrior of the Kings guards, be brave enough to walk through the gates of hell to save his princess, or will her brother's unite their powers to bring her back home.

คนอย่างฉันถ้าได้ชอบก็คือรุกใส่ไม่มีถอย บางทีเขาก็ดูมีใจแต่ทำไมถึงปฏิเสธความรักของฉันตั้งสองครั้งกันล่ะแล้วถ้ามีครั้งที่สามฉันควรพอหรือยัง #หลงใหลไซซี (ไม่มีนอกกายนอกใจ)

ถ้าติดใจค่อยคบ #คลั่งไคล้ซินเซีย ฉันเคยคิดว่าการแอบชอบใครสักคนมันคงมีความสุขดีขอแค่ยังมีเขาอยู่เคียงข้างกันก็พอแต่แล้วทุกอย่างกลับไม่เหมือนเดิมคนที่ฉันแอบชอบมานานเริ่มเปลี่ยนไปตั้งแต่เข้ามหาลัยแม้เราจะยังสนิทกันแต่ก็เหมือนยิ่งห่างไกลกันด้วยความน้อยใจวันนั้นฉันจึงเมาหัวราน้ำและดันมีอะไรกับผู้ชายที่มีรอยสักรูปเสือกลางอก เขาเร่าร้อน ดุดัน โดยเฉพาะสายตาคมกริบคู่นั้นที่จ้องมองฉันตลอดเวลาราวกับจะขย้ำกันให้จม เตียง และนั่นคือจุดเริ่มต้นของหายนะเมื่อเขาปรากฏตัวที่ลานเกียร์พร้อมกับบรรดาพี่ชายของฉัน!!!! "ฉิบหายแล้วซินเซีย!" -------------------------------------------------------------- เรื่องนี้เป็นเรื่องของ ซินเซีย x เสือ #แนววิศวะ ️Trigger Warning️ นิยายเรื่องนี้มีเนื้อหาค่อนข้างรุนแรงมีการใช้ภาษาคำพูดหยาบคาย มีบรรยายฉากอีโรติกมีการบรรยาฉากการทำร้ายร่างกาย Sexual harassment คุกคามทางเพศ (ไม่ใช่พระนาง)

X, was the only son of the Han Clan. His parents Kon and Lia Han were both brutally murdered fateful day. His origin was shrouded in mystery as his people were very secretive. His only possessions were a blue sapphire pedant with matching earrings and a translucent blade. Upon his travels there was an attempt to rob him of his possessions creating a bloody feud. X was always alone until one day a mysterious lady who claims to be his wife makes an appearance. Can X trust this lady? Will be able to revive the Han clan?

Umuora Kingdom unleashed terror in society when they created a deity without the wizard's enchanted sword. The deity left Umuora and settled in Ohanta community, where he appeared in human form to defy innocent virgins. No one could escape from him, and no one challenged his authority. Ije, a young virgin, and a contemporary heroine stood out against the crowd and fulfilled a personal destiny. She traced the origin of the deity and corrected the mistake that was made on the day it was created. She fell in love along the line, which almost ended her mission, but gods had it all planned for her.

Every day, my son and husband finish all the house chores before I even get home. But only because they're bringing my husband's first love, Sally Sullivan, back for Thanksgiving, I pour boiling water on my son's face. I also kick both my son and husband out when it's 104°F outside. Desperate to save our son, my husband sprawls across the front porch, begging me to open the door. "Wanda, open the door! We need to save our son! I only invited Sally over because she saved you once back then. I didn't mean anything else by it!" "Mom, it hurts!" my son cries. "Mom, can't you kiss me? Mom…" Meanwhile, I'm slouching on the couch, snacking away as I watch TV. In the end, my husband can't take it anymore and brings me to the Bad Mom Court for trial. The moment my memories are extracted, the entire court bursts into tears.

Ivy Jones is a 23-year-old student hit by the death of her mother. When dealing with the grief of her mother she uncovers family secrets she is brought into a new life where she helps a detective named Jack Marshall solve a case of an infamous child killer through her newfound paranormal link.

Rayna Valecrest swore to keep to her marriage no matter what. She’d loved Cassian too much to bring him down, but when there was no longer hope in this crack that had led to a huge gap, she decided to let it all go. Turned out, she was just the side chick and a person to pick the pieces of someone else’s broken heart. Realizing this, she gave her marriage up, and simply concentrated on her dream as the nation’s protector. Now, there is a rumor about paranormal beings. And she’s the lead officer in the case. What happens when a feral king stares at her at thanksgiving season and echoes the word, ‘Mate.’ ? Rayna’s world tilts. The Alpha King is not ready to let her go. His goal is simple. Making her his.

“You're nothing different from a rotten corpse if you don't have anything to prove." Origin Laurier is a young girl who was once an ally of an underground criminal organization called the Westside Dragons. She is hailed as the mafia’s killing machine, the Scarlet Beast, who only knew how to live as a tool for the mafia boss. Because of her deadly talisman ability, she never fails all of her missions. But the tables started to turn when she suddenly lost her ability and was kicked out of the mafia believing that she is not useful anymore. Origin is left homeless and scattered as she wonders how to regain her power and approval of the mafia boss she admires the most. On her path back to power, she stumbled upon a good-looking, yet emotionless guy who knew everything about her past, and stepped on her pride as a legendary assassin. He is W, the Student Council President of Greendale University, a school founded to protect the new generation of talisman users from being hunted down by scientists and evil organizations. W offered to help get Origin’s abilities back in exchange for forging an alliance with the Student Council who turns out to be members of a military agency called FEAR, Westside Dragon’s sworn enemy, secretly protecting and recruiting talisman users to Greendale. Upon joining the Student Council affairs, Origin will learn that there is more to humanity than she thinks. As her fate interconnects with the Student Council President who has a hobby of stalking her, how can she handle this new everyday life and her future that is uncertain of her relationship with the Mafia she grew up into?

The Moretti Family's Thanksgiving party was in full swing downstairs—crystal clinks, fake laughs, classic mafia gloss. Meanwhile, I was curled up in a servant's room on the third floor. Jackson Moretti's wife. Legally, anyway. My hands were ice. I gripped the ultrasound report like it could anchor me. Three heartbeats. Strong, steady. It was supposed to be a surprise—his big Thanksgiving gift. To the outside world, Jackson was a polished Stanford grad, running a top-tier consulting firm in San Francisco. But behind the scenes? He ran the Moretti empire—cold, calculated, pulling strings in the West Coast's darkest corners. Three years of marriage and we barely spoke, but I still clung to the hope that maybe... maybe there was something real left. Then I heard him downstairs. "You really not letting your wife come down?" "Isabella?" He laughed. "She'd kill the vibe." Another voice chimed in. "Lina's back, right? Wild you married her twin. Which one do you actually like?" Jackson didn't miss a beat. "Isabella's just a stand-in. Quiet. Predictable. I could tell her to drop dead and she'd say 'okay.'" "So when are you ditching her?" "Dunno. She thinks she matters. I'm just playing her." I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob. A minute later, I was heading downstairs, numb. I brushed my fingers over my belly. "Sorry, babies," I whispered. Triplets. His. He thought I was blind. Weak. Stuck. What he didn't know? A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down.