Twisted

Many years ago, Jack Banning was a top secret agent and former body guard of the vice president. His loyalty to the vice president and the nation was unbeatable. But he was set up in a cold-blood murder of the vice President's brother, Tony, by the enemy political elites who had wished for his downfall. Jack Banning was condemned to death afterwards. But right now, some years after, when death began to take its toll on the political elites, claims emerged that Jack Banning was on the rampage, wiping out the politicians. But how could a man who was supposed to be dead be running wild around the city killing? Now, his daughter, Miriam, from his estranged wife was the inspector presiding over the death toll ravaging the city. The inspector had some facts which nobody had. She was stuck between her duty and her secret biological ties with Jack Banning.

I returned home after studying abroad for three years, only to find that my brother’s girlfriend had brought her entire family to live in my mansion. The moment they saw me, they pinned me against the floor. "How dare you! Call him your sweetheart, spend his money, and now you're here to take my mansion? " When I saw the girlfriend’s crazed antics, I was shocked. “Who did you say owns the mansion?” “It’s my boyfriend’s, but it’ll be mine sooner or later. It has nothing to do with you.” With her parents, she yanked off the ancient pendant on my neck and crushed my heirloom bracelet. They even tied up my limbs, put me on the table, and positioned me in a humiliating pose to post online. Her brother pinned my legs down and reached under my shirt…

Five years had gone by since my death. The cops called my mom and told her they got news about me. My mother and brother marched to my grandmother's home and kicked her door down. "Where's Charlie? That shameless woman has been hiding from us far too long. Her brother needs her cornea, and she's giving it to him!" "Charlie's dead," said my grandmother, sobbing. My mother sneered. "As if. The cops called us. They said they had her news. Hand her over or get out of the house, you hag." My grandmother looked at her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. With trembling hands, she took my photo out. "I wonder if you've ever regretted saving your brother, Charlie."

My body drifted in the river for five years before a fishing enthusiast reeled it in. Even though the forensic pathologist managed to reconstruct my face from when I was alive through craniofacial reconstruction technology, the hatred my brother had for me remained as strong as ever. "That better be her body! She has been on the run for five years! Even in death, she doesn't deserve pity! In fact, it simply is a disgrace to have a murderer like her as the daughter of the Clarke family!" he hissed. Everyone thought he despised me with every fiber of his being. Yet, as he spoke, his entire body trembled. Who would have guessed that the distress call I made to him five years ago would end up becoming the main factor that hastened my death?

Violet nearly 16 is out for revenge. She is learning new things about herself. Will she completely lose herself? Will she find herself? Will she get her desired revenge? Will she save her sisters? She knows what she has to do will she pull it off.

"ความผิดของท่านพี่มิใช่ความผิดของข้า ทำไมข้าจะต้องมารับเคราะห์แทนนางด้วย เรื่องจริงหรือไม่ท่านมั่นใจได้อย่างไร? ข้าเชื่อว่าท่านพี่ปรากฏตัวในสักวันหนึ่ง เมื่อนั้นท่านต้องสืบสาวราวเรื่องหาข้อเท็จจริงเสียก่อน เป็นถึงท่านแม่ทัพก็ต้องมีความยุติธรรม ไม่ใช่อยุติธรรม หากเป็นเช่นดั่งที่ว่าไว้ ข้าน้อยยินดีรับผิดแทนท่านพี่แต่โดยดี" อะไรทำให้ฉันพูดอย่างนี้ออกไปนะ เสี่ยวเยา รนหาที่ตายแท้ๆ "ได้! ในเมื่อเจ้ากล้าพูดเช่นนี้กับข้า..." นิ้วชี้ที่เรียวยาวของท่านแม่ทัพจับลำคอขาวนวลของนาง ไว้ แม้จะไม่ออกแรงใดๆ แต่เหมือนจะบอกเป็นในว่า 'หัวเจ้าจะหลุดออกจากบ่าแน่นอน' ท่านแม่ทัพผู้นี้เปลือกนอกงดงามดั่งกว่าบุรุษทั้งหมดในใต้หล้า น่าเสียดายที่ถูกจารึกไว้ซึ่ความโหดเหี้ยมของเขาไว้ในหน้าประวัติศาสตร์

I go to my boyfriend after hearing about him flirting with his college senior. On the way there, I get into an accident and suffer from temporary memory loss after a head injury. He hurries to the hospital but points at his stoic dormmate and claims he's my boyfriend instead. He wants to use this to get rid of me. I'm unaware of this, so I hold the handsome dormmate's hand and look at him with bright eyes. "So, you're my boyfriend." Later, I regain my memory but still want to be with the handsome dormmate. I want to sever ties with my boyfriend, but he breaks down.

When my husband is away on a business trip, I'm left at home with my brother-in-law. One night, he hands me a glass of milk that's been laced. Then, he violates me…

In the high stakes world of wealth, philanthropy, and power plays, Shadows of Desire weaves a tale of love, betrayal, and redemption. At the center of it all is Sophie Langston, a passionate and driven woman who co-founded a charitable foundation with her long-time business partner and lover, James Thornton. Their organization, built on the ideals of changing the world, has become a beacon of hope for struggling communities. But as the foundation grows in influence, so do the enemies lurking in the shadows. Sophie and James find their relationship and partnership tested when an unexpected visitor walks into their lives, Richard Mallory, a disgraced businessman with a tainted past. Despite having tried to undermine the foundation before, Richard proposes a substantial investment, claiming he wants to make amends. Torn between suspicion and the potential benefits for their projects, Sophie reluctantly agrees, setting off a chain of events that unravel deep-seated conspiracies and hidden agendas. Soon after, whispers of internal conflict and financial instability begin to surface. Rumors swirl about a power struggle between Sophie and James, putting their relationship under intense public scrutiny. Behind the scenes, they uncover a more sinister plot at play. Dominic Kane, a ruthless corporate raider infamous for hostile takeovers and blackmail, has set his sights on their foundation. With a history of exploiting the vulnerable for profit, Kane sees their organization as his next target, aiming to use it as a pawn in his larger schemes. As Sophie and James grapple with this new threat, they must navigate a web of deceit, power struggles, and hidden motives. Old allies resurface, trust is tested, and secrets from the past are unearthed, forcing the couple to confront their own vulnerabilities...

Nicole Evans never asked to be followed. She never asked for eyes in the dark, for a man like Vane to orbit her life with silence and devotion sharp enough to wound. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. It waits. It watches. It becomes inevitable. What began with missing men and shadows on rooftops soon unraveled into something far more intimate—an assassin who couldn’t let go, and a woman who, piece by piece, stopped trying to make him. As friends vanished and her world narrowed, Nicole found herself drawn toward the very thing she feared most—not out of love, but recognition. In his violence, there was something terrifyingly tender. In his silence, something that listened more closely than anyone else ever had. Theirs is not a love story in any ordinary sense. It’s a descent—a long, slow collapse into dependency, into surrender. A story told in bruises and shared tea, in blood and in stillness. A quiet unraveling that doesn’t end in escape, but in a house by the sea, where memory lingers and echoes never fade. Some stories don’t ask to be understood. Only remembered.