Yaoi Base Lemon

On the night of my awakening, which was also my 18th birthday, my parents locked me in a silver cage in the basement while my foster sister Emma prepared for her ceremony upstairs. Then, the Blood Moon Eclipse struck, forcing every member of the pack to evacuate. Emma urged our parents to help. My heart warmed, and I thought they would come to save me. However, the only thing my father carried out was Emma’s stuffed wolf doll. They clutched Emma and fled for their lives, leaving me behind in the collapsing basement. When I crawled out of the ruins, they were already in the safehouse, celebrating Emma’s successful awakening as a White Wolf. Ten years later, I became the heir to Blackstone Consortium, controlling half of the werewolf world’s economy. When we met again, the former leader of the Silvermoon Pack knelt before me. “I've finally found you, my daughter.” My gaze was cold as I faced the stranger in front of me. “You’ve got the wrong person.”

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.

The medication I kept at the company had been switched, resulting in me suffering from acute kidney failure. After the emergency surgery, I asked my wife, Rebecca Little, to thoroughly investigate the company's employees. Instead, I discovered she had already deleted the surveillance footage from that day. When I confronted her, she brushed me off coldly. "I found the person responsible. He wanted to turn himself in, but I stopped him. Look, you're fine now, aren't you? Hendrix didn't do it on purpose. He's so young—if he went to jail, his life would be ruined. Let's just drop the matter, okay?" The person she was defending was none other than the male secretary, Hendrix Cannon, she had been flirting with lately. I was speechless. Nine years of love and trust disintegrated in an instant.

(Berdasarkan kisah nyata) Dara cukup sedih saat rumah mendiang Kakek nya pernah dicap sebagai rumah angker. Karena bagaimanapun juga rumah itu merupakan rumah masa kecil Dara dan adik adiknya. Namun, ia pun tak bisa menampik kalau rumah itu memang sangat menyeramkan! 16 tahun berlalu kini Rumah Kakeknya telah berubah dan di renovasi. Akan tetapi, masih banyak teka teki yang tidak ia ketahui tentang rumah itu. "Sebenarnya .. Sosok apakah yang sering mengganggu kami saat kecil dirumah itu? Apakah sekarang 'mereka' masih ada disana? Haruskah aku kembali untuk mengungkap misteri tentang Rumah Kakek??"

ซีรีส์ ชุด Return (รัก) นิยาย yaoi มี 3 เรื่อง 1. ขอรักเจ้าตัวร้าย "พี่ทะเล อยู่กับผม เราอยู่ด้วยกันตลอดไปเลยได้ไหม" "นายแน่ใจเหรอ" "ผมแน่ใจ" "งั้น... ฉันก็..." 2. Run to Love รีเทิร์น 2 รัก อาคเนย์มองสบดวงตาสีน้ำตาลไหม้ที่ยังคงรอคอยคำตอบจากเขาด้วยความสับสน จนกระทั่งถูกมือน้องน้อยกอดรัดเข้าให้ เพียงสัมผัสอุ่นร้อนที่ส่งผ่านปลายนิ้วระหว่างกันทำให้เขาใจเตลิด ไม่สนใจใครแล้วดีไหมนะ... เห็นแก่ตัวสักครั้งดีไหมนะ... อาคเนย์ชั่งใจครู่หนึ่งจึงกอดตอบแอลที่ผละออกเมื่อเห็นเขาไม่ตอบรับ "ก็ได้... งั้นคืนนี้เราอยู่ด้วยกันนะ" 3. Catch Me If You รัก เมื่อร้านหนังสือที่รักกำลังจะถูกปิด กวินรู้สึกใจหาย เขาอยากส่งต่อหนังสือที่รักให้ใครสักคน และคนที่เข้ามาคนนั้นก็คือ เจษฎ์ เขาจ้างกวินให้เป็นคนส่งหนังสือแทนความรู้สึกดีๆ เมื่อได้ใกล้ชิดก็เริ่มรู้สึกแปลกๆ กวินจะทำยังไงกับคนที่ทำให้หัวใจสั่นไหวในฤดูหนาวนี้.

"Bear my child, and I'll give you two million. Then, leave." - Cameron Silvestre. The deal was simple: carry his child in exchange for two million then vanish, leaving the baby in the hands of Cameron Silvestre- The notorious, cold, distant, and heartless Mafia Lord. Perhaps, the most hated and feared man she had ever encountered. But when Charity saw her baby's eyes for the first time, everything she'd agreed to shattered. Defying the terms, she fled with her child, and hid from Cameron's wrath. She knew, however, that no one could outrun Cameron Silvestre forever. When he finally tracked them down, Charity's life spiraled into a waking nightmare under the control of a heartless Mafia Lord.

       Adalina Alvarez - she's a filipino-spanish model from Spain. Adalina is a self-centered brat, she thinks highly of herself and can easily get everything she wants with just a flick of her fingers. Until her parents sent her to the Philippines for some reason.        In an instant, Adalina's life changed. Napilitan siyang mamasukan bilang personal maid ng isang kilalang business tycoon. Huli na nang malaman niyang si Liam Decker ang lalaking pagsisilbihan niya. Kilala ni Adalina ang lalaki, alam niyang sasamantalahin nito ang sitwasyon niya upang gantihan siya sa kasalanang ginawa niya noon dito.        And now, Adalina has to live with and tolerate Liam's grumpy version. But she suddenly finds herself slowly falling in love with him...        But a fact pulls Adalina back to the reality that she and Liam are not meant for each other, dahil mayroon ng nagmamay-ari sa puso ng binata at hindi siya ang babaeng 'yon.

"Bear my child. I'll give you two million. Then leave." - Cameron Silvestre. A deal sealed her fate. All she had to do was give him an heir, take the money and disappear. No strings. No attachments. No future. But the moment Charity saw her baby's eyes, she broke the deal. She ran away. She hid. She stole the one thing Cameron Silvestre would never give up—his blood. And the Mafia Lord always takes back what's his. When he finds her, there will be no mercy. Only obsession.

Self-made billionaire Gareth Sebastian wants his revenge from the girl who jilted him at the altar and ripped his heart. He has a lot of plan in his head. Five years later, their paths cross again unexpectedly. Gareth made sure that Samantha will pay for what was she had done to him in the past. But Gareth didn't expect that Samantha wouldn't remember him. Everything about him. How will Gareth make Samantha remember him and the wounds she caused him in the past? Will the memories of their yesterday will revive? Or it will just remain a buried memories of their tomorrow?