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ผัวเบอร์ 1

ผัวเบอร์ 1

รับส่งขึ้นสวรรค์ทั่วทุก ‘ซอย’ โดยเฉพาะ ‘ซอยถี่ๆ ซอยลึกๆ’ ผมยิ่งชอบ ‘ซอยตัน’ วิ่งไปชนจึ๊กๆ ผมก็รับนะครับ สนใจใช้บริการนี่นามบัตรผม กด 6969 เรียก ‘ผัวเบอร์ 1’ รับประกันส่งถึงสวรรค์ไม่มีหยุด สะดุด ให้เสียเซลฟ์
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Until The End: The Love Survival Protocol

Until The End: The Love Survival Protocol

Esme Wynter’s marriage to Lennox Mercer was written like a business plan. He gave her protection and power; she gave him peace and a convenient alliance. She told herself she didn’t need love. He made it clear he didn’t believe in it. But when the test site collapsed, Lennox threw himself over her without hesitation— and Esme’s last memory was his heartbeat against hers before everything went dark. When she opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by blinding white light, unable to move forward, and unable to return. Then a guide told her she and him were not fated, and their connection had become a curse, one that doomed them both whenever they tried to love. And then came the rules: You must not fall in love with him. You must ensure he finds his destined partner in each lifetime. You must not intervene beyond your designated role. Break them, and one—or both—will die. Fail all five lifetimes, and your souls would be erased forever. Each time Esme awakens, she forgets the last. Each time, she meets him again— as a king, a freedom fighter, a general, a mercenary. And each time, her heart betrays her before her mind can remember. And in his own distant eyes, there is the hidden craving for her love, like a man trying to recall a dream he’s not supposed to have. She was never meant to fall for him again. But perhaps… he never stopped loving her.
Romance
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The Family Survival Fund and Apocalypse Revenge

The Family Survival Fund and Apocalypse Revenge

When the heat wave hit, I was working at the National Weather Service and was the first to spot the climate irregularities. I warned my family to get ready ahead of time. My parents trusted me without question. They even proposed starting a "family survival fund." They told me to use the savings I'd built up since graduating to stock up on supplies, promising that they and my little sister would chip in every dollar they had too. If we were going to make it, we had to stick together as a family. I smiled. "Sure. I'll take care of the plans." That same night, I converted every penny into gold and locked it in a safe. I also went all out into building an apocalypse-proof bunker. When doomsday finally came, they showed up demanding the money we'd pooled together. "Hand over all the gold," they said coldly. "A deadweight like you is just wasting resources by staying alive." Smiling, I tossed them the safe with the gold inside, then sealed the bunker, locking them out completely. Laughing triumphantly, they opened the safe… and stared in shock at what they saw inside.
Short Story · Imagination
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ชายาอ๋องเกิดใหม่ครานี้ขอเป็นสนมฮ่องเต้ (1)

ชายาอ๋องเกิดใหม่ครานี้ขอเป็นสนมฮ่องเต้ (1)

จากหญิงสาวที่ยึดมั่นในรักเดียวยินยอมเป็นชายาอ๋องแม้จะได้เปนชายารอง แต่กลับถูกตอบแทนด้วยความตาย บัดนี้สวรรค์เข้าข้างให้มาเกิดใหม่ เสิ่นลู่ถิงตั้งมั่นที่จะขึ้นเป็นสนมของฮ่องเต้เพื่อแก้แค้นทุกคนแทน
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Intense 1

Intense 1

Deux inconnus dans un ascenseur en panne, entre deux étages d'un hôtel anonyme. Lui, les mains encore marquées par un récent accident. Elle, les lèvres teintées du rouge à lèvres qu'elle vient d'effacer nerveusement. Pas de noms. Pas d'histoires. Seulement l'espace exigu qui rétrécit à chaque expiration. L'électricité statique qui fait crépiter la laine. Un regard accroché à un poignet, une veine qui bat sous la peau fine. La chaleur devient palpable, suffocante. La première parole est un juron étouffé. Le premier contact n'est pas une main, mais un souffle contre une tempe. L'étreinte qui suit est une affaire de survie, une tentative désespérée de prouver qu'ils sont encore vivants face à l'étreinte de fer qui les emprisonne. C'est brutal, urgent, sans fioriture. Le cuir de sa ceinture laisse une marque sur sa hanche. L'agrafe de son collier lui griffe la nuque. Dans l'obscurité intermittente des lampes de secours, ils se dévorent. Chaque baiser est une question sans réponse, chaque morsure une ponctuation. Ils extirpent l'un de l'autre des gémissements qu'ils ne se connaissaient pas, des peurs qu'ils n'avouaient pas. Ils sont à la fois le remède et le poison, l'oxygène et la privation. Quand les lumières se rallument et que l'ascenseur repart avec un grondement sourd, ils se séparent comme on se scarifie. Aucune promesse. Juste l'odeur de l'autre sur la peau, indélébile. Elle sort à son étage, il descend au rez-de-chaussée. Leurs vies respectives les attendent, inchangées en apparence. Mais quelque chose a cédé. Quelque chose a brûlé. Et chacun, dans son silence, porte désormais la mémoire brûlante de cette chute libre partagée, de cet instant parfaitement égoïste et absolu où ils n'ont été que chair, pulsion et vérité crue.
Romance
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Daddy 1

Daddy 1

A family where cannibalism and having s*x with family is legal due to curse from their old family circle. A family where dark secret is still running to their blood. Ang sumpang sumira sa buhay nila. Paano kaya nila matatakasan at makakalimutan ito kung ang sarili nilang pamilya ang nakataya dito? Paano nila ito mabibitawan kung ang Pamilya Barber ay gumawa ng kasalanan walang sinoman ang makakatakas? Isa sa biktima ng kanilang family Dark Secret ay ang pangalawang Anak ni Paulo na si Miguel. Nung nalaman nito ang nakaraan niya mula sa kanyang pamilya ay mas lalo itong nakaramdam ng init at galit sa pagkatao. Paano kaya kung malaman nya rin ang nangyari sa kanya nung 15 years old pa lang siya? Matatakasan pa kaya ng pamilya nila ang sumpa na hanggang ngayon ay nagpapasakit parin sa angkan nila o tuluyan na itong mapuputol sa kanilang dalawang magkapatid? Sino nga ba si Miguel at ano ang papel ni Carlo sa kapatid para matapos ang cursed sa Family nila?
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My Husband Forced Me on the Drop Tower While Pregnant

My Husband Forced Me on the Drop Tower While Pregnant

My ex-boyfriend’s first love insisted on dragging me onto the drop tower ride, which caused me to have severe bleeding from the trauma. When it happened, he used her fear of blood as an excuse to cover her eyes and hurry away, abandoning me in a pool of blood. In that critical moment, Steven Landers, the amusement park designer, rushed me to the hospital just in time. After losing the baby, I was completely devastated. Then to my surprise, he got down on one knee at the amusement park and proposed, promising me happiness for the rest of my life. After we got married, I became pregnant again. But I accidentally stumbled across his chat with a ride maintenance worker. "Mr. Landers, your wife already lost a child because of Miss Smith. You mentioned she has difficulty getting pregnant, so why are you pulling the same trick to get her on the drop tower again?" Steven casually touched his wedding ring and replied, "She's the reason Anne can never be a mother, so I absolutely won't let Myla give birth to a child that would upset her." "But that's your child too! How can you do this?" "So what? This is what she owes Anne. The drop tower is the perfect way to make it look like an accident. Tomorrow is Myla's birthday, and I'll personally take her on the ride. If she tries to run, I need all of you to help catch her!" So that was his plan all along—to use the drop tower to cause another "accident" and make me lose my baby!
Short Story · Romance
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เด็กฝึกงานของท่านประธานร้าย (Set 1 ท่านประธานคลั่งรัก 1/4)

เด็กฝึกงานของท่านประธานร้าย (Set 1 ท่านประธานคลั่งรัก 1/4)

ประธานบีเคกรุ๊ป ถูกตาต้องใจนักศึกษาฝึกงานตั้งแต่ครั้งแรกที่เจอ คนอย่างเขามีนิสัยที่อยากได้อะไรก็ต้องได้ด้วยสิ ในเมื่อเขาอยากได้เธอมาเป็นเด็กของเขา เธอก็ไม่มีสิทธิ์มาปฎิเสธความต้องการของเขา.. “คืนนี้หนูนอนนี่นะ ฝนยังไม่หยุดตกเลย พี่สัญญาว่าจะไม่ทำอะไรหนูมากไปกว่านี้ ถ้าหนูไม่ยอม...” แนะนำตัวละคร ภาคิน อัคราไพศาล นักธุรกิจหนุ่มไฟแรง อายุ 28 ปี ผู้บริหารบีเคกรุป ธุรกิจอสังหาริมทรัพย์ เขาบริหารงานเพียง 3 ปี สามารถทำผลกำไรสะสมได้เป็นหมื่นล้าน เขาเป็นหนุ่มเจ้าเสน่ห์ มีหน้าตาที่หล่อเหลาดั่งเทพเจ้าสร้าง ทำให้สาว ๆ ในประเทศต่างหลงใหลในรูปร่างหน้าตาและความรวยระดับอภิมหาเศรษฐี แถมตระกูลของเขาถือได้ว่าเป็นผู้มีอิทธิพลอันดับต้นๆ ของประเทศเลยก็ว่าได้ ---------- อรดา พิทักษ์กุล (ไอด้า) นักศึกษาชั้นปีที่ 4 คณะสาขาวิชาการบัญชี อายุ 21 ปี นักศึกษาฝึกงานบีเคกรุป เธอมีใบหน้าที่สะสวย มีรูปร่างสัดส่วนที่เย้ายวนเซ็กซี่ นิสัยขี้อ้อนเหมือนนางแมวยั่วสวาท ใคร ๆ ที่อยู่ใกล้เธอต่างหลงใหลดั่งต้องมนต์สะกด ไม่เว้นแม้กระทั่งท่านประธานหนุ่มหล่อบีเคกรุป
โรแมนติก
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Horror Survival: I Speed-Ran the Kill Route

Horror Survival: I Speed-Ran the Kill Route

Our entire class gets dragged into The Tyrant's Atonement game. The only way to escape alive is to reach a 100% atonement score. The system lets us choose our roles. The class belle, Isolde Adler, picks the tyrant's first love. Her atonement score shoots straight to 99% on the first day. The class president, Asher Brooks, chooses to be a loyal chancellor. His atonement score jumps to 80%. Spectators watching the game flood the screen with comments. "This new batch is smart and way better at picking roles than the last. They might just clear the game in three days." "Even if just one person hits 100%, the whole class goes free. I'm looking forward to seeing who finishes first." "My money's on the first love. She's already at 99%." Just as everyone starts celebrating, the next morning hits us with bad news. All 20 classmates who picked their roles are dead, and Isolde suffers the cruelest fate of all.
Short Story · Imagination
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Runway to Survival: 6 Hours at the Airport

Runway to Survival: 6 Hours at the Airport

During a long holiday, my husband booked flights for a family vacation. On the way to the airport, I suddenly saw numbers appearing on everyone’s head. The numbers on my husband’s head indicated sixty years, but my parents and I had only six hours indicated on our heads. While I was puzzled over the meaning of those numbers, I noticed that the driver next to us only had six seconds indicated over his head through the car window. Five… Four… Three… Two… One. When the number turned zero, a massive truck immediately rammed into the car next to us. I saw flickers of fire, flesh and blood exploding before my eyes. People were screaming for help, but I could not hear anything. I trembled as cold sweat drenched my entire body. It was because my flight would be taking off in six hours.
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