When I Close My Eyes

"You slept here?" George asked. "Yes, I…um,” Irene gulped, licking her lips and making a quick calculation in her mind on what to say, “I um…I was feeling hot when reading, so I decided to take a shower and might have fallen asleep after it. You just woke me up, have-have you been standing here? Um what's up, are you ready for work?” She asked while getting up to put on her nightwear. George watched her then sighed, “Irene, can I ask you something?” His eyes was burning red, and he was bitterly angry which was showing on his face “Why did you do this to me, what have I done to deserve the betrayal from you, What haven’t I done for you, what else do you need from a man i’ve not given to, why didn’t you tell me you want to be a model, why do you chose to let me know this way, do you want a divorce?” Irene and George had met in school and fallen in love, then their relationship had led into a beautiful marriage where she had been most happy until she had miscarried two pregnancies. Down and broken, George had decided to make her better by hiring a cook who would bring all her online delicacies to their dining table for her. But who would have expected that her one night of mistake would not only change her but would fill her beautiful marriage with lies? How is she to avoid her sins despite knowing it was wrong and still craving for it? How would she face her darling husband and tell him her darkest secret? But even though the sin was addictive, she had no idea what other secrets lies between, waiting to shatter her heart.

"You're a dangerous woman, Elena," He reached, turning on the shower beside her head. "I think your demons are making you see things wrong, Mr. Rossi," she murmured through the water spilling down her head. He laughed, "They are right; you're my trigger," his nose buried into the crook of her neck, he muttered, sending shivers down her spine. "And too bad a lot of people cross you..." ***** Her life came crashing down when she signed a contract marriage with the calm President Nikolai Rossi, who only had eyes on one woman who wasn't her. To make matters worse, she couldn't help but fall in love with him and his son, knowing he'd never reciprocate. After a terrible divorce, three years later, Elena Vero is a mother of one. She now has to return to Italy for business, unfortunately falling into the waiting palms of her ex-husband, who surprisingly wants her back. But being his wife has never been a bed of roses and never will it be, especially when she finds out he isn't all that he seems.

Asul and her mother became poor in just one snap. Her stepfather stripped off their wealth and even accused her mother of cheating. She knows from the start that the man and his son won't do them anything good. Too late for her mother to regret it. As her mother died of sickness, and her former stepbrother showing up in unexpected situation, she planned on getting her revenge. She will do everything to get even with him. Everything. And that includes seducing him until he give in.

Our daughter, Luna Woods, developed a high fever. Her body was burning hot. I immediately dialed 911 for help. The dispatcher on the other end kept repeating his questions. He spoke slowly, as if deliberately stalling for time. By the time I finally heard the ambulance siren, Luna was already turning cold in my arms. In less than a year, my wife and I separated. We were consumed by endless grief and blamed for each other. Afterward, I merely existed for the sake of it. I was a hollow shell of a man. Then, one day, I received a wedding invitation from my ex-wife. The moment I played the audio invitation, a chill ran down my spine. The groom’s voice was identical to that of the slow, dawdling dispatcher from that year! I rushed out, utterly distraught, only to be hit by a roaring train. When I opened my eyes again, I heard Luna crying in the next room. Her forehead was burning hot. My wife hurriedly handed me the phone. “Quick, call 911! I’ll get a wet towel.” My hands trembled as I took the phone. When it was answered, I heard a familiar male voice through the receiver. “911, what’s your emergency?”

'พริก' มีเพื่อนชายรายล้อมถึง 4 คน แต่ใจกลับสั่นไหวกับคนคนเดียวตลอด 4 ปี ความสัมพันธ์ที่ไม่มีทางข้ามขั้น 'เพื่อน' แต่เพราะความชิดขยับเคลื่อนเข้าใกล้ ความรู้สึกที่ข้างในก็เริ่มจะคุมไม่อยู่หนักขึ้นทุกที

"คำพูด..ไม่เคลิ้ม แต่การกระทำของฉัน ทำเธอเคลิ้มตลอดนะ..เยิ้มด้วย" ********************** ตัวอย่าง คนตัวโตที่นุ่งผ้าเช็ดตัวอย่างหมิ่นเหม่ มีหยดน้ำเกาะพราว ออกจากห้องน้ำอย่างเงียบเชียบ แล้วมายืนอยู่ด้านหลังของเธอที่กำลังเปิดลิ้นชักกางเกงชั้นใน เขาขยับเข้าใกล้กักเธอเอาไว้ด้วยสองแขนที่ยื่นเข้าไปแย่งกางเกงในตัวเดียวกันกับที่เธอจับอยู่ ความใกล้ชิดทำให้เธอได้กลิ่นหอมของแชมพูและครีมอาบน้ำที่เขาใช้ประจำ ไหนจะลมร้อนๆ ที่ยังคงหลงเหลือกลิ่นแอลกอฮอล์อ่อนๆ ชวนให้หัวใจดวงน้อยสั่นสะท้าน "ไอ้พัชร์ แกทำอะไร" "ก็จะใส่กางเกงในไง" "มีเต็มลิ้นชัก แกจะมาแย่งตัวที่ฉันถืออยู่ทำไม ปล่อย จะพับใส่กระเป๋าให้ จะได้รีบเดินทางกันซะที เมาเหมือนหมา ทำคนอื่นตกเครื่องแล้วยังจะมาเรื่องมากอีกนะ" คนตัวบางไม่ยอมแพ้ ยื้อยุดสิ่งที่อยู่ในมือ ไม่ยอมให้คนกวนประสาทแย่งไปได้

At our wedding, my wife's assistant "accidentally" uploaded the wrong photo. The big screen was supposed to display our wedding portraits. Instead, it was a picture of my wife and him in full wedding attire. Their fingers were laced together, their eyes locked in a soft, intimate gaze, looking every bit like a blissfully happy couple. The entire venue erupted in shocked whispers. The assistant froze in shock, acting like he had no idea why he was in the photo. He started panicking, asking if we should just postpone the ceremony. My wife, however, stayed surprisingly calm. She whispered her solution, “Everyone’s here. Postponing now would be humiliating and, honestly, a bad omen. Beside, most people here don’t even know what the groom looks like. Why don’t we just let him stand in for you?” Our friends were dumbfounded. They all thought I’d explode in anger and jealousy after hearing something so outrageous. Instead, I nodded, saying it was actually a great idea. Seeing how composed I remained, my wife looked pleased with herself. She told me that since we were legally married anyway, she’d make it up to me later with another ceremony. However, she seemed to have forgotten one thing: she had just signed the divorce papers.

Cara, a senior Psychology student, has always been haunted by the face of a strange boy from her childhood dreams. As she grows older, the boy is replaced by a mysterious man in her dreams. Determined to understand the connection, she seeks the help of her best friend, a psychologist, to explore the meaning behind these recurring visions. In her waking life, two elusive men capture her attention, but they remain distant. Instead of feeling lost, Cara embraces this mysterious journey, knowing it holds the key to deeper self-discovery. With the support of her friend, she begins to unravel the powerful message her dreams are guiding her toward, realizing that the answers she seeks are within her reach.

Abby is a girl quiet, hard-working and middle-class, she worked daily in a restaurant, she lives alone in a small apartment in the east of the city of Bello Norte... who would go to think that she least a great responsibility ahead?

I went abroad for three years to build a lab and save my husband's company from collapse. After endless struggles, I finally cracked the technical problems and developed the core technology. When I returned home with that breakthrough, I saw the airport video board plastered with the same impossible headline—my husband was getting married. I felt a hot, furious ache and took a taxi straight to the venue. … A woman who had cared for our household for years blocked me at the gate and sneered. "Who do you think you are, showing up at the Stone family's wedding? Get out of here, or I'll get security to throw you out." For a moment, I stood rooted, but then the bride appeared, walking out of the villa in a wedding gown. It was the woman Adrian Stone had once told me was dead—his first love, Evelyn Sutton. She wore my wedding ring on her finger and looked at me with pure contempt. "You want to make a scene at my wedding?" she said. "If you do, you're really asking for trouble. My husband, Adrian, won't hesitate to take care of you." I folded my arms and let out a cold laugh. "Adrian's getting married? Funny, I don't recall getting an invitation."