Tie Me Up Chapter 1

Que feriez-vous face à un monstre dans votre garde-robe ? Le fuir ? L'affronter ? Ou bien... L'aider ? C'est le choix que devra faire Sky Brixton, une jeune fille aux souvenirs douloureux.

Secrets books is a compilation of different stories uner the Consunji - VEjar series/ universe. Please feel free to enjoy each chapter. Thanks you!

ใครจะคิดว่าอ๋องน้อยผู้น่ารักจะเติบโตมาได้เสเพลเยี่ยงนี้ แต่ความจริงเขาเป็นพ่อมดหลงถิ่น ในโลกที่ลมปราณเป็นใหญ่ จอทเวทก็เป็นได้แค่สวะไร้พลัง เพื่อหลีกหนีบังลังค์เขาจึงเป็นคนบัดซบที่สุดในแผ่นดิน

กะจะมาซื้อปืนที่พึ่งออกใหม่ไปยิงเล่น ดันทะลุมิติไปโลกที่ต่างจากเดิมตนเเละครอบครัวเป็นหนี้ ลุงป้าเเก่งเเย่งสมบัติ แต่ไม่รู้เพราะพระเจ้าเมตตาหรือเปล่าจึงได้มิติห้างสรรพสินค้ามาด้วย

สถาปนิกสาวทายาทมหาเศรษฐีกลับมาตายในไซต์งานก่อสร้างเพราะเกิดแผ่นดินไหวกะทันหัน จนวิญญาณถูกดึงให้ย้อนเวลาไปยังยุคโบราณ "มีปู่ย่าและญาติพี่น้องเห็นแก่ตัวเอาเปรียบกันถึงขนาดนี้ ฉันไม่ยอมเด็ดขาด!”

When I woke up that morning and happened to glance at the mirror, a scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. Because on the face I had always taken such pride in, there was now a jagged, horrifying scar. As terror gripped me, a cool, detached female voice cut through the air beside me. "What are you shrieking about so early in the morning? Scared by your own ugly face?" I looked up in shock and realized the voice belonged to my girlfriend, Alicia. Only—she wasn't the same girl from yesterday. Gone was the youthful innocence I remembered. In its place, every movement, every glance radiated the allure of a mature woman. The words slipped out before I could hold them back. "Babe… you're gorgeous…" But Alicia's brows knit together, her gaze colder than ice. "Kurt, drop the act!" Act? I was at a loss. Why would she accuse me of pretending? "Don't call me the way you used to five years ago. It's disgusting." Five years ago? But… I'm still twenty-three… am I not?

After picking up an unconscious man on the street, I took him home and took care of him in the hope of earning some money as thanks from his family. However, this man lost his memory and did not know what his name was and where he came from. Seeing that he was quite handsome and healthy, I lied that I was his wife and forced him to work with me to make money. The happy life did not last long when I suddenly read an article about him and discovered that he was a famous cold and cruel billionaire. So, that night, I gathered all my clothes and money and ran away because I was afraid he would punish me for deceiving him.

Joel Gleason, my childhood sweetheart and fiancé, promised he'd marry no one but me. But then, to help Jenny Swisher, my adoptive sister, get through her depression, he secretly married her. I didn't hesitate for a second before agreeing to marry Conrad Lennon, Jasselton's most untouchable heir, who'd been in love with me for years. After seven years of marriage, he still spoiled me rotten. He clung to me every night like he couldn't get enough. And there was nothing he wouldn't do for me. I really thought I'd found happiness at last. But one day, after we'd slept together, I heard him talking to his best friend. "Jenny's an international best actress now. When are you dumping Jean?" "It doesn't matter. I wouldn't end up with the person I love either way. Besides, I have to keep an eye on Jean. I can't let her ruin all the happiness Jenny worked so hard for." I booted up the computer in Conrad's study and stumbled upon a hidden folder. Inside were over 100,000 photos of Jenny, plus 100 unsent love letters. I'd been fooling myself long enough. It was time to wake up. I got myself a fake body and got ready to start a fire. That was it. Conrad and I were done for good.

Lea Chambellia, seorang gadis berusia dua puluh tahun. Dulunya dia masuk kedalam penjara anak dan panti rehabilitasi karena tuduhan pembakaran rumah dan pembunuhan orang tuanya. Tapi, dia melihat bahwa ada gadis lain yang melakukan itu. Kini dia telah terbebas dari kekangan penjara dan berjanji mencari tahu pembunuh yang sebenarnya. Bisakah dia mencari jawaban teka-teki itu?

I burned my painting right in front of the students and university staff. Thunderous applause filled the hall. Everyone thought it was some kind of performance. But my senior in the graduate program panicked. He rushed forward and grabbed my wrist, his voice tight. “Connor, have you gone mad? This is your only shot to prove yourself!” I shook him off, cold. A chance? That was his chance, right? During my past life, he stole the painting I poured my heart and soul into and entered it in the competition ahead of me. The composition, the colors, even my original technique… He copied all of it. He won the Gold Award for the National Youth Art Competition, signed with a top gallery, and basked in glory. Meanwhile, I was branded a shameless plagiarist. The insults and curses overwhelmed me completely. "Get out of the art scene already!" “A plagiarist like you should just die!” His fans stormed my studio, smashed my tools, and broke my right hand. With my world in ruins, I jumped off the studio roof. Opening my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the day my senior accused me of plagiarism.