The Last Goodnight

Sonya Edwards is a successful entrepreneur who has risen from the ashes of her painful past with a nonchalant husband. But when her ex-husband Callum peters comes crawling back to her she must decide weather to give him another chance or simply leave him in the dust.

เรื่องราวความวุ่นวายและเรื่องชวนปวดหัวกำลังเริ่มต้นขึ้นหลังจากที่คนสองคนกลายร่างจากคนปกติเป็นคนขี้เมา… เรื่องราวของความปวดหัวของหญิงสาวที่ปิดกั้นเรื่องความรักกลับมาถูกผู้ชายที่อายุน้อยกว่าเธอหลายปีทำให้เธอต้องเสียใจเพราะเขาคนนั้นดันรู้และจับความรู้สึกลึกๆของเธอได้.. ความน่ารัก ความกวน และความจริงใจของเขาทำให้เธอเริ่มลังเลขึ้นมา.. เธอควรจะทำอย่างไร… เธอจะไปต่อหรือพอแค่นี้.. ถ้าเธอเลือกที่จะเปิดใจให้เขา.. เธอจะเสียใจและเจ็บปวดกับความรักอีกรึเปล่า.. สัญญาได้ไหม สัญญาว่าจะไม่ทำให้เธอเสียใจอีก สัญญาได้ไหมว่าจะไม่ทำให้เธอต้องเจ็บปวดจากคำว่ารักอีกครั้ง…. เธอไม่ต้องการแล้วเธอไม่อยากเสียใจเพราะความรักอีกแล้ว… ขอแค่เธอคนนั้นเปิดใจให้เขาสักนิด.. แค่นิเดียวเท่านั้นเขาจะเป็นคนดูแลและรักษาความรู้สึกที่เธอปิดกั้นและปกปิดมันเอาไว้ด้วยรอยยิ้มที่สดใส.. แต่ภายในกลับไม่เป็นแบบนั้น.. ขอแค่เธอลองเปิดใจให้เขาคนนี้ได้เข้าไปดูแลหัวใจและจิตใจที่บอบช้ำ.. เขาสัญญาว่าเขาจะทำทุกอย่างให้เธอคนนี้กลับมายิ้มอย่างสดใส..รอยยิ้มที่มันออกมาจากความสุขที่แท้จริงไม่ใช่รอยยิ้มทางการค้า..

To get a divorce from Dante Conti, I volunteered to walk away with nothing—even our three-year-old son. Seeing that I had deliberately changed back into the old clothes I wore before marriage, Dante froze for a moment, then sneered, "So? You don't even want Nico, the heir you fought so hard to give birth to?" "Careful. Play your part too long, and you won't be able to recover the scene," he warned. I pushed the signed agreement toward him. "Don't worry. This isn't acting." Dante shot me a puzzled look before signing his name. "So obedient? Fine. I'll be magnanimous and let you see Nico from time to time." He set down the pen, his gaze appraising me. "And if you regret it… come to me now, and maybe—just maybe—we could remarry—" I cut him off, standing and walking away without a word. He had thought I married him for the Mafia's power, that's why I had given him an heir to inherit his family. But once he knows I'm dead, there will be no more misunderstandings.

The King of the West, Lord of the Shadow Sect, and God of War—Howard Lincoln! Five years ago, Howard's adoptive father and his entire family were killed. Narrowly escaping from death, Harold was saved by Tania Jenkins. After that, he was taken away by a mysterious man and entered the military camp by chance. Five years later, a text message brought the God of War from the blood-soaked battlefield to the mundane world, and only then did Howard realize he had a daughter. Since then, the skillful warrior turned into a doting father, protecting his family, fighting other influential families, battling fiercely, and paying back both the good and the harm.

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.

"I love you..." His pitch increases as rage joins in, but still, he manages to retain gentility in his voice. "...but that doesn't mean I can't slit your throat, peanut!... DON'T ANGER ME." Blood drips down my wrist as his blue eyes tore me down, I could feel my fragile, lean wrist trapped within his muscular grip. As he screamed, my heart skipped into my mouth, memories filled my head, memories on how I willingly walked into a trap set up by the devil himself. **** Cupid strikes yet again, boring a deadly arrow in her chest... Krystal Gomez begins a pursuit. Little does she know that soon, she'll become his prey.

Raymond Cooper—a former police detective at Morozov city, decided to resign from his job and move to Cirillo city to reinvestigate the murder case of his late friend, Arnold Walter, after the police decided it as a failed robbery attempt that led to the murder. With a piece of paper that he found in his friend's hand, he searched for clues leading him to a girl named Amanda Chloe. All the investigations he carried out in Cirillo city led him to the trauma and old wounds he had received from his past. Will he be able to deal with his trauma and find the answer to his friend's murder?

When Delaney turned sixteen the migraines came along with nightmares of a life that was never hers. On her eighteenth birthday, she turned into a wolf. Yeah, a fucking wolf. With no family and a group of men on her heels, she is on the hunt for the man in her dreams. The one whose face haunts her vision every time she closes her eyes. The only thing Delaney is certain of is that she might be batshit crazy, her whole life has been a lie and she is searching for a man named Lach. She is back. It's the only thing on Falcon's mind, ninety-nine lifetimes and finally, they have reached the last. The final rebirth. She has no idea the hell he intends to unleash on her…or planned to. Until she stumbles into his campfire with a curse word and nervous chuckle before passing out. She is supposed to look the same every reincarnation. She is supposed to have striking white hair and golden eyes that pierce your heart. So who the fuck is this redheaded, green-eyed spitfire with the aura of the woman he was been predestined to slaughter in every lifetime?

"Loving you is unhealthy, I know it is" Loving a man with all my heart even if I already know his intention to me wasn't true. All his actions and gestures were just a part of their bet, in short... I'm just a bet. But I still loved him despite all of those red, just this once I want to follow my heart even if I know that it will also ruin me in the end. Just for once I want to know how to love and what it feels to be loved, even if it's just an act. I, Arela Charlie Maurier am willing to take a risk just to know what love feels like, I know I'm awful, but I'm desperate because this is my first and last chance. Love will always be the most painful risk that I'll be willing to take.

A young scientist works in a secret research facility where she studies biological samples. Her job seems normal, until she is assigned to deliver food to a highly restricted subject hidden deep inside the building. Every time she enters the room, something strange happens. She loses consciousness, wakes up outside, and cannot remember what took place inside. At the same time, her body begins to change in ways she cannot explain. When she starts searching for answers, she discovers a hidden truth. The “subject” is not just an experiment but a living werewolf, the last of its kind. Why does the werewolf seem to recognize her? Why does it protect her? And most disturbing of all.. Why does it feel like it has been waiting for her all along?