Wise Man Said

He was a rich kid, and after graduation, his family paid for him to find a job. But he did not expect that the place where he worked was a notorious women's prison, and it is said that all men who enter this prison do not end up well. Now he is the only male correctional officer in this prison. In the women's prison, female prisoners, female correctional officers, female leaders, a wave of women came one after another, leaving him dazzled and overwhelmed. The female inmates are willing to pay any price to get close to him for their purposes. A wave of female inmates and criminal conspiracies follow one another, and as he delves deeper, he discovers that there are hidden secrets and laws of survival behind this prison.

They say "behind every successful man is a woman", right? Well, in Maxwell Jay Gallagher's opinion, that's total bullshit! His company, M.J Tech, is the most successful tech company in the whole United Kingdom and there isn't even a single female staff member! For reasons best known by him, he hated women with a passion and he knew without any iota of doubt that he wasn't gay. But why was he developing such strange, bizarre feelings towards his new assistant whom he nicknamed 'little man'? Why the electric sparks and undeniable attraction? Unbeknownst to him, his 'little man' is actually Angelina McQueen, a gorgeous young woman under the disguise of a man who was hired as an undercover espionage agent by his rival in order to steal his company's business ideas... What will happen when he eventually discovers that the personal assistant that had always been not just behind him but in front of him, beside him and everywhere around him, was actually a woman?! And that too, an espionage agent!

After days of torture at the hands of my family’s rival gang, they offered me one last phone call. I called my brother, Matteo. I just wanted to say goodbye—while I still had the chance. “What is it now?” he snapped. “Matteo, I—” He didn’t let me finish. “Fix your own mistakes. Until then, don’t call me again.” Death didn’t hurt as much as those words did. I felt my heart slow to a stop as my brother’s words echoed in my ears. I guess you’re finally at peace now, Matteo. I won’t bother you again. And you’ll never have to see me again.

คนอย่างคะนิ้งต้องสวย แซบ เป๊ะ ปัง อลังกาลตลอดเวลาไม่ว่าจะต่อหน้าไอ้ตี๋ ไอ้แว่น ไอ้ไฝ ไอ้หน้าขาว ไอ้หุ่นล่ำ หรือจะเป็นไอ้หล่ออลังกาลบ้านรวยหมื่นล้านอย่างพี่เวกัส ไม่ว่าจะต่อหน้าใครก็ตามฉันต้องสวยยืนหนึ่งเท่านั้น เพราะความพึงพอใจส่วนตัวของฉันเองไม่ใช่เพราะเพื่อผู้ชายคนไหน ขอย้ำอีกครั้งว่าฉันไม่ได้ชอบพี่เวกัส และฉันไม่ได้ชอบใคร ฉันจะโสด! ฉันจะโสด ฉันรักความโสด และฉันต้องการโสด!

Ang maikasal sa lalaking kinamumuhian ng sobra at tinuturing na mortal na kaaway ay tila sisira sa katinuan ni Camilla. Ngunit kailangan niyang tuparin ang kahilingan nf matalik na kaibigan na pinagkaka utangan niya ng loob. Kahilingan sisira hindi lang sa kaniyang isip kundi pati na rin sa kaniyang mga pangarap. Ngunit mapanindigan niya kaya ang matinding inis sa lalaki kung sa kanilang pagsasama ay unti-unting mahulog ang loob niya rito? Lumambot nga kaya ang kaniyang matigas na puso sa kakaibang charm ni Damon Villaruiz?

The heart that I had waited two years for was given to the fake heiress, Diane Bishop, by my husband. The doctor said that I only had a week left to live. So, I decided to undergo cryonics. I donated my body to Diane’s workshop. The day I signed the donation papers, my son threw himself into my arms and exclaimed that I had finally made up with Diane. My parents praised me for finally being a good sister to help out Diane. My husband was pleased when he said that I had finally let go of the grudge and had become more understanding. I chuckled. They were right, I had finally learned my lesson. I would give Diane my identity as the heir of Bishop Corporation and fulfill everyone’s wishes.

I enjoyed playing scratch-off tickets. I felt restless if I did not scratch one for a single day. After becoming familiar with the shop owner, I always scratched first and paid later. One day, the scratch-off ticket I took revealed a million-dollar prize. The shop attendant, Chloe Byrne, snatched the ticket from my hand. “You never paid for this scratch-off ticket! Taking it without asking makes you a thief! But look, I’m in a good mood right now, so I can’t be bothered to argue with you. Just get out of here.” Her straight-up robbery act nearly made me laugh. “I scratched this ticket! You saw the big prize and decided to claim it as your own. That makes you the real thief.” Chloe was shameless and would not back down. “I don’t care who’s a thief or not. This ticket is mine, and nobody’s taking it from me!” Seeing her like that, I made a call. “Lucky Mart on Spring Street has been stealing customers’ winning tickets and refusing to pay. Revoke their license effective today.”

Daddy brought me to Aunt Jenny’s party. As I was eating a piece of cake, I tasted a cherry between the layers and hurriedly spat it out. Once, I broke out in rashes after eating a cherry and nearly died, so I was deeply traumatized by that flavor even as a young child. However, Aunt Jenny looked heartbroken. “I hid a cherry in the cake as a little surprise, just like it’s good luck to get a bay leaf in a pie. How could you be so rude, Kenny?” Daddy did not even let me explain. He chased me out in the yard and made me stand there as punishment. Mommy said it had been more than a hundred degrees out lately, so she told me to stay home and not go out to play. Now I knew just how hot 104 degrees could be! My body was all itchy, too. I was finding it hard to breathe. I wanted to ask Daddy to forgive me, but he refused to open the door no matter how hard I knocked. He glanced at me coldly through the floor-to-ceiling window. He was not going to let me back in.

   Pyotr stiffens at our sudden closeness, but he soon returns the hug. His arms tighten around me as I sink into his chest.      "I will make sure you never live in fear again," he affirms. His warmth and the determination in his voice, is what allows me to believe him. With my head on his shoulder, I grip his shirt tightly, trying to stop my tears. *** Vampires have long been known for their cruel behavior befitting of a beast. Many humans live in fear of them, and rightfully so. In recent years, humanity has fallen victim to the trafficking, as many vampires have taken humans to be their slaves. Clara, a young girl from a small village in the outskirts of the Samiryan kingdom, has become their latest victim. Just when she thinks her life is over, she is saved by a mysterious man. Enamored by the man's strength, Clara joins him in his fight to stop the wrongdoings of the vampires. During her journey, Clara faces many challenging obstacles, but none more challenging than falling for one of the very beings whom she sought to stop. Will hatred consume her heart or will love save her?

I paid Curtis Robinett 200 thousand dollars a month to be a standby blood donor. My fiancée, Eden May, thought it was a waste of money. So she reassigned him to work part-time as her personal assistant instead. When Curtis accidentally submitted my marriage license appointment as a divorce filing for the 99th time, I kicked open Eden's office door. She didn't even look up. "We're in no rush to get married anyway," she said calmly. "Curtis is just careless. That's how he's always been." Later, in the emergency room, I called Eden while doctors rushed around me, my throat shredded from yelling. "Where's my emergency medical kit?" I rasped. "What did you do with it?" Curtis answered instead, his voice warm and smug. "You mean the expensive leather bag you kept in the cabinet? I swapped it out for a large party snack box. It holds everything just fine, and honestly, it looks a lot more cheerful. "Ms. May's brother and sister-in-law are both career soldiers. Your bag didn't really match that image, so I thought this would be more appropriate." My vision dimmed. My hands shook as I told Curtis to come donate blood. Eden laughed softly and cut in, "Stop pretending you're anemic just to get attention. If you're actually sick, deal with it. You're at the hospital; I think the doctors are fully capable of keeping you alive. Curtis is afraid of needles. He's not coming." Then, she hung up. She didn't appear until the surgical lights finally went dark. "Curtis had me bring you chocolate milk," she said. "It's good for recovery. It's not that he didn't want to help. He just faints at the sight of blood." She placed a settlement waiver on my bed. "I was the one who told him not to come. That 200-thousand-dollar monthly salary is his pay as my assistant. It has nothing to do with you. You didn't have to call the police for that. Sign this, and I'll go get the marriage license with you." I thought of what I had just seen in the operating room. Eden's brother, Harvey May, was bleeding out on the operating table, waiting for a lifesaving drug that never came. In the final moments of surgery, he could do nothing but lie there and die. I looked at her and said evenly, "You're the immediate family. It's not my place to sign that."