the 100th regression of the max level player

กฤษตริณณ์ ทวีรัตนวงษ์ (เกียร์) หนุ่มวิศวะสุดฮ็อต อดีตนักมวยเก่า หลานชายเจ้าของค่ายมวยดัง เพลงเพลิน (เพลง) สาวน้อยตัวเล็กน่ารัก มองโลกในแง่ดี ผู้ใฝ่ฝันอยากเป็นนักเขียนชื่อดัง "เขียนรักใสๆไม่ปังหรือจะลองแนวรักผู้ใหญ่ดีนะ" คอร์สสร้างเสริมประสบการณ์ชีวิตต้องมาสินะ.. ว่าแต่..กับใครดีล่ะ??? อ่านเพลินๆ นะคะ พล็อตอาจไม่สมเหตุสมผล ใครชอบแนวๆน่ารักใสๆ ติดตามพี่เกียร์สายโหดหรือสายหื่น 555 น้องเพลงคนน่ารักสุดแสนโบ๊ะบ๊ะ คำเตือน: ไม่ควรหาสาระกับนิยายที่ท่านอ่าน อิอิ น้องเพลง สาวน้อยตัวเล็กน่ารักฉบับกระเป๋า พกพาสะดวก

I was the sole front desk clerk at a haunted hotel. Welcoming players, checking in on the bosses’ quarters, and slacking off a bit were all part of the job. At least, that was what I thought. It turned out my days were far from ordinary. A blood-drenched little girl in a tattered red dress kept ringing the service bell. Her eerie voice echoed, “Miss, why didn’t you come play with me?” A creepy black cat with glowing eyes wouldn’t stop meowing and rubbing against my legs. And then there was the old woman with claws like knives, cheerfully knitting me a sweater… out of players’ skin. One day, I took a day off to care for my sick mother. That was my biggest mistake. The entire game instance erupted in chaos. Bosses interrogated players, demanding to know where their precious front desk clerk had gone. “Did she abandon us? Is she never coming back?” I ran. They chased. But no matter how fast I fled, their grip on me only tightened. In the end, escape wasn’t an option.

ไคโร หนุ่มหล่อ ลุคแบดบอยกร้าวใจ เจ้าของฉายา "ไม่ใช่นายร้อย...แต่สอยดาวทุกดวงในมหา'ลัย" ช่อม่วง สาวลูกครึ่งแต่ชื่อไทยจ๋า สาวหน้านิ่ง ผู้ปล่อยวางทุกอย่างบนโลก สิ่งที่หลายคนสัมผัส คือความเย็นชาและไร้หัวใจ

A prince, rumored to be the son of the beast, a forbidden creature in the land of werewolf, witches’ and vampires. He is the definition of Danger. He is the danger itself. A princess. Imprisoned in her own home, only to come out once she gets married. But married to whom? Excerpt: "Your Highness?" "Yes?" "Do you have another wife, Your Highness?" "No, I don't," he answered slowly. Tiana felt relief. Why? Just because he didn't have one now, didn't mean that he wouldn't get one. "But I have many mistresses,"

Avery Sallow wants nothing more than saving her ailing mother from the clutches of death. Graduating with honors from one of the best colleges in Empire City, she hustles through the city for a job, which landed her in the net of Michael King, her 'devilishly handsome' boss. Michael King is the cassanova of Empire City, the richest and youngest CEO in town. Betrothed to his childhood friend, Nicki Sandalwood, he is caught between fulfilling his promise to Nicki, or taking his chance with the 'nerve-wrecking' assistant that haunts his night. Will their hatred for each other quench the spark of love they feel for each other? Will they prevail over the forces that put them on the other side of the divide?

In the shadowy underbelly of Chicago, where loyalty is currency and power is everything, 18-year-old Kylie Santos finds herself at the center of a dangerous game she never asked to play. What happens when duty collides with desire? When the price of family loyalty is your own heart? Born into the notorious Santos crime family, Kylie has always known her life would be different. But nothing could have prepared her for the bombshell her father drops one fateful evening. As rival gangs close in, threatening to destroy everything the Santos family has built over generations, Kylie learns that she is to be the linchpin in a desperate plan for survival. "You will marry his oldest son, Lysander," her father declares, his voice as cold and unyielding as steel. In an instant, Kylie's world shatters. She's to wed Lysander Vincenzo, heir to the New York Familia — their longtime enemies turned reluctant allies. can decades of bloodshed and mistrust truly be erased by a single union? Suddenly, Kylie is thrust into a world of high-stakes politics and deadly power plays. Every move she makes could tip the delicate balance between peace and all-out war. As she navigates this treacherous new reality, Kylie must grapple with her own desires and ambitions. Can she sacrifice her dreams for the greater good of her family or find a way to forge her own path amidst the chaos? But Lysander Vincenzo is no mere pawn in this game of chess. Rumored to be as ruthless as he is handsome, he harbors his own secrets and ambitions. As Kylie and Lysander circle each other warily, an unexpected spark ignites between them. Could their arranged union blossom into something real or will the weight of family expectations and old grudges snuff out any chance at true love?

"The House of Mortem has taken what belongs to us. For years, they have raped our girls and women, burned our houses, and taken our brothers captive. Tonight, we take back what is ours and restore the lost glory of the House of Vagamor." If Alpha Orvyn knew better, he would have read the stars and counted the cost before going into battle against the all-powerful Alpha Kazamir of the House of Mortem. To bring down the usurper of his father's throne, Alpha Orvyn made a promise to his late father's grave stone to get back what was rightfully theirs, no matter the cost. Most of her subjects outside the castle walls thought Princess Olive lived an enviable life. But little did they know that the Princess is nothing less of a bargaining tool in the hands of her powerful father, Alpha Kazamir. He wanted to marry her off to the arrogant Alpha Cassian of the House of Stortstrand in return for his riches and ruthless mercenaries. The paths of the two lost souls cross in what seemed like a cross fire, sparking off an incandescence of forbiden love between them. Will the duo be able to navigate the forbidden route of their new found love? Wiill their secret romance bud into rainbows and rubies, or will it rain blood and hell on them?

My grandmother only knows how to draw one thing—infants. They're ugly, but people line up to buy the paintings. I watch as she takes those women into unlit rooms. Then, their bloodcurdling screams will ring out. Oddly enough, they always thank my grandmother when they're leaving. One day, I finally find out what exactly my grandmother paints. I discover the truth when I see an infant crawl out of one of the women's bellies—it looks just like the one my grandmother has painted.

ครูเอ๋ยกับหมอมาร์ค อดีตคนรัก ที่ต้องเลิกราเพราะความเข้าใจผิดเล็กน้อย โคจรมาเจอกันอีกครั้ง... โดยมีดอกเหมยหลานสาวตัวน้อยเป็นสื่อรักชักนำพา ครูสาวที่กำลังคบหากับชายคนใหม่.. หมอหนุ่มที่เดินหน้าง้อเต็มที่... ชายใดจะชนะใจครูเอ๋ยกันนะ..

"You think you know hate, Avery?" His voice a dangerous rumble that seemed to roll straight through me. "Hate is easy. It’s the love that complicates everything." "Love? Don't talk to me about love. You wouldn't recognize it if it clawed its way into your heart." Liam's expression darkened, "And whose fault is that, remind me? You destroyed every ounce of it." My eyes filled with tears instantly, my voice so thick, it hurt my throat as the words came out. "And you made me pay for it, in the most horrible way. A person who loved a girl with his whole heart would never be able to do what you've done, what you've allowed to happen. That's why I hate you, because you never loved me, or else you couldn't do all this to me." His eyes sparked with anger "You have no idea what you're talking about." "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," I shot back bitterly, "But it seems like the only thing you're good at is pretending. Pretending to care, pretending to love—" "That's enough!" his voice boomed. "You want to see how real my feelings are? I should teach you a lesson on underestimating them." I tilted my chin up in defiance "Go on then, teach me." The next moment was a blur of motion as he closed the distance between us. His hands gripped my face, not gentle but not cruel—a fervent, desperate hold. His lips met mine in an intense, raw kiss, fueled by anger and deep, relentless desire. The kiss was punishing, his mouth moving against mine with a fierce urgency that left no room for doubts or second thoughts. As he pulled back, his eyes bore into mine, challenging, questioning, daring me to deny what lay between us.