Twisted Wonderland Ruggie

"เมื่อกฎแห่งกรรมถูกทำลาย ความตายจึงไม่ใช่จุดสิ้นสุด... แต่เป็นคุกขังชั่วนิรันดร์" ในยุคสมัยที่ ‘มหาโพธิ์ทอง’ ยังคงแผ่กิ่งก้านสีทองปกคลุมไปทั่วทั้งไตรภูมิ ทุกสรรพชีวิตดำรงอยู่ภายใต้แสงแห่งบุญบารมีอันศักดิ์สิทธิ์ แต่เมื่อ ‘มหาธรรมจักร’ กฎเกณฑ์ที่ค้ำจุนโลกถูกทุบทำลายจนแตกเป็นเสี่ยงๆ ความวิปริตจึงบังเกิดเหนือแผ่นดินสยาม เหล่ากึ่งเทพหน่อเนื้อพุทธางกูรต่างแย่งชิงเศษเสี้ยวของมหาธรรมจักรจนบ้าคลั่ง สงครามทำลายร้างเปลี่ยนอารยธรรมที่รุ่งเรืองให้กลายเป็นนรกบนดิน คนตายไม่ไปผุดไปเกิด แต่กลับลุกขึ้นมาเดินดินในร่างเน่าเปื่อย แสงทองที่เคยให้ชีวิตกลับกลายเป็นกรงขังที่สาปแช่งวิญญาณ ท่ามกลางกลีบดอกไม้ทองคำที่เหี่ยวเฉา ‘สิงขร’ อดีตนักรบผู้ถูกตราหน้าว่าเป็น ‘ผู้ไร้บุญ’ ได้ตื่นขึ้นจากความตายตามเสียงเพรียกของพฤกษา เขาต้องออกเดินทางผ่านแคว้นโบราณที่เต็มไปด้วยอสุรกายและอาคมคุณไสย เพื่อรวบรวมเศษขุมพลังจากเหล่าเจ้าเมืองที่คลุ้มคลั่ง ทางเลือกของเขามีเพียงสอง... หนึ่งคือสยบยอมต่อโชคชะตาที่เน่าเฟะ หรือสอง คือการก้าวขึ้นเป็น ‘ธรรมราชา’ คนใหม่ ผู้กำหนดกฎเกณฑ์แห่งโลกขึ้นมาด้วยคมดาบและรอยสักยันต์อาคม!

ท่านเจ้าคุณแม่ทัพที่ได้รับชัยชนะจากสงคราม ได้รับบำเหน็จเป็นการแต่งงานกับคุณหญิงที่ไร้เดียงสา คืนแรกของการเข้าหอคือบทเริ่มต้นของการเดินทางของท่านเจ้าคุณกับคุณหญิงสู่เส้นทางสวาทที่เผ็ดร้อน หลากหลายรสชาติ จนไม่อาจคาดเดาได้ว่าบทสุดท้ายของความรัก และเรื่องราวบนเตียงของท่านเจ้าคุณจะลงเอยอย่างไร

Liziwe Matiwane is an odd one; a lady who has no interest in marriage, but all the interest in in learning the physician's trade- much to her mother's annoyance. But when she is forced into marriage with a mysterious stranger, her life takes a turn into the murky shadows...

"...You want me to go to another town as you date and later marry some other lady whom you underestimate to be stupid, and I’ll be your mistress until the day that I’ll realize that I lost everything for you… you want me to sit back and wait as I grow old and see another woman bear your children.”

I fell in love with the nanny's son. After boldly pursuing him, he reluctantly agreed to marry me. But I never expected his young lover to storm into my home like a madwoman, prying my mouth open to pour scalding water down my throat, pressing me into a sink full of dirty water, and finally pushing me down the stairs. My husband stood by my hospital bed, looking at my broken body with disdain. "Irene, every moment with you makes me sick," he spat, barely able to hide his impatience for my death. Yet, when I finally died, he sobbed uncontrollably in public, playing the role of the devoted, heartbroken husband. "Irene, don't leave me! You have no idea how much I wanted to die with you!" At that, I spoke softly from behind him. "Is that so?"

My husband's adopted sister invited me out to dinner, and while we were eating, disaster struck—a violent earthquake shook the ground beneath us. My husband, a firefighter, rushed to the scene as quickly as he could. But fate had a cruel plan for us. We were trapped beneath a massive boulder, unable to move, and the rescuers could only save one of us. He made his choice. He chose her—the adopted sister who had always been frail and sickly—over me, his wife, who was five months pregnant with his child. I begged him, pleaded with him to save me. But he turned his back on me. The boulder pressed harder, and I felt the sickening crack of my arm breaking. He didn't even flinch. "Alice has always been weak," he said coldly. "If I leave her here, she'll die." But when I died, he lost his mind.

I lost my eyesight thanks to a sudden car crash. In order to fund my treatment, I took up the position of a blind spectator, as per my friend's recommendation. The job scope was… challenging to put into words, to say the least. To make things worse, one of the clients was my boyfriend.

I finally became pregnant after my husband and I underwent over a dozen rounds of IVF. However, to my horror, I discovered that the embryo growing inside me was the fertilized egg of my husband and the family maid. They even schemed to have me disappear so that the child could inherit everything. I pretended not to know, carried the child to term, and took care of him, raising him with love and care. It was not until 20 years later that they forced me to sign a share transfer agreement by my hospital bed, along with a divorce agreement that left me with nothing. "After 20 years, we finally have our happy family. You never saw this coming, did you? The child you fought so hard to give birth to is my biological son!" Even my son, without any remorse, said, "Honestly, your illness is beyond help. It'd be better for you to just die." With a knowing, almost bittersweet, smile I replied, "For your happiness, I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

Wren is the daughter of Long Mountain Pack's Alpha Mixon and Luna Freya. A well respected couple within the werewolf world. Both her parents are strong, charismatic leaders. Even her older brother Mitchell finds it an effortless task to deal with any situation, no matter how many wolves are gathered. Unlike her family Wren struggles with social interaction. Finding comfort in solitude. Her family and pack love her dearly but they do not truly understand her. Wren has the ability to know someone's feelings as her own.. Quite quickly she can establish one's character and whether they are inherently good or not. The effects of doing so however are very draining on her mentally and emotionally. Wren hopes that one day when she finds her mate he will accept and love her. She fears that he might not be able to deal with her. Most people end up closing to simply avoid her... With her eighteenth birthday fast approaching will she find her mate? Will he accept her as she is? Wren doesn't know it yet,, but there is a war brewing behind the scenes. A war like never before. To survive Wren must accept herself and trust those she loves. Will she finally realize her true strength in time?

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.