Yu-gi-oh Reboot

Apa jadinya jika Anita di pertemukan kembali dengan masa lalunya, Rama? Dan yang lebih menyebalkan, pria itu kini menjadi atasannya. Tentu di bawah kepemimpinannya, Anita merasa tak nyaman apalagi ketika Rama mulai bersikap protektif dan selalu muncul di sekitarnya tanpa mengenal waktu. Rama berusaha mendekatinya kembali, bahkan tak perduli meski Anita telah punya seorang kekasih. Ia bahkan terang-terangan mengajak rivalnya untuk bersaing mendapat cinta Anita. Siapa yang akan dipilih Anita pada akhirnya?

Merasa dipermainkan, Rosaline Dawson memilih kabur meninggalkan suaminya, Dimitri Armanzandrov dengan surat pembatalan pernikahan mereka. Ia kembali ke negerinya dan memulai hidup baru tanpa bayang-bayang sang milyader dari Rusia itu. Empat tahun menjalani hidup kesepihan seorang diri membuat Rose memutuskan untuk memiliki bayi sendiri dengan cara insemnasi buatan dengan dibantu sahabatnya yang bernama Anastasya Williams. Masalah mulai muncul ketika Rose mengetahui siapa sang pendonor sperma yang berhasil membuatnya hamil, ternyata lelaki itu tak lain adalah mantan suaminya, Dimitri, sang milyader dari Rusia. Bagaimana kisah mereka?

Hindi ko alam pero parang napag iiwanan na yata ako ng panahon, sabi ng iba kaylangan ko na daw mag pakasal at mag karoon ng sarili kong pamilya, kasi daw hindi nako pabata pa. Bakit ika babata ko ba pag nag karon ako ng asawa't anak? "Khrizxxianna you need to have your own Family, darling," "Mom, I'm not on to that hindi ko kaya saka hindi madali ang gusto mo," "Mag blind date ka, may kilala akong anak ng mare ko na pwede mong maging asawa.' "No way Mom!, ayoko ng mga idea mo!" pasigaw kong sabi kay mommy. "Khrizxxianna you're turning forty this year and you should get married," sabi pa nito sa akin sabay inum ng hawak nyang baso na may laman na wine. "No, Mom I hate marriage, I just want to have a child that's it," and I just look at the pouring rain outside of the window. _SUNGYONGSOO15_

My younger sister, Lydia Miller, and I are unexpectedly reborn into a beastman tribe, where the Beast God gives us a choice of identity. The first option is to become a beast woman with tremendous strength and a tall, imposing physique. The second option is to become a saintess with the ability to reproduce across species and an alluring, graceful figure. In our previous life, Lydia became a beast woman to survive, while I became the frail saintess. She ended up scorned by the tribe's beastmen for not being feminine enough. Meanwhile, I captured the hearts of the three strongest and most handsome beastmen in the tribe with my delicate frame. I became their most cherished beloved. Eventually, they rose to rule the primeval forest, and I basked in endless glory as their saintess. Driven mad with jealousy, Lydia pushed me into a poison swamp when no one was looking. With my last bit of strength, I plunged a poisonous thorn into her body, and we died together. When I open my eyes again, we're back at the moment when the Beast God asks us to make our choice. This time, Lydia rushes to claim the saintess identity first. "Ella, this time I'll be the saintess. Since I pity you so much, I'll let you have those three defective, impotent beastmen." I bite back the wild joy flooding through me. What's so great about serving as a breeding tool anyway? In a primitive society, strength is everything.

He's carrying a name no one hasn't heard of. A name written in books. A name defined by history. And no one can reject him except the girl with a yellow ribbon in her hair. Will history repeats itself? Or a new story will be written?

เพราะเพื่อน..เธอจึงต้องทำอะไรลับๆ ล่อๆ เป็นเหตุให้เขาเข้าใจผิดคิดว่าเธอแอบชอบ ในขณะเดียวกัน เธอเองก็คิดว่าเขาเป็นเกย์ เพราะสถานการณ์บางอย่างเช่นกัน แล้วความวุ่นวายก็บังเกิด เมื่อเธอดัน…หลงรักเกย์ ‘ฮื่อ! เป็นเกย์นะเว้ยไม่ได้เป็นหวัด รักษาวันเดียวจะหายได้ไง สู้ต่อไปศิศิรา ความพยายามอยู่ที่ไหน ความสำเร็จอยู่ที่นั่น อย่างน้อยตอนนี้เขาก็ยังไม่มีผัวเป็นตัวเป็นตน เพราะงั้นฉันก็ยังมีหวัง เฮ้อ! อย่างมากก็แค่ผิดหวังล่ะน่า’ ***“สาบานได้ว่าครั้งนี้ผมจะไม่หยุด จนกว่าเรา…จะเป็นของกันและกัน” เขาบอกก่อนจะผละลุกขึ้นยืนเต็มความสูง ขณะที่สองมือค่อยๆ ปลดกระดุมเสื้อ สองตาก็ยังไม่ยอมเลื่อนไปจากเรือนร่างขาวโพลนตรงหน้า และไอ้สายตาคมกล้าประหนึ่งเสือรอตะครุบเหยื่อของเขาก็ทำให้เธอหนาวๆ ร้อนๆ บอกไม่ถูก “ไม่! เราพวกเดียวกัน เรากินกันไม่ได้” เธอพยายามเตือนสติ เพราะคิดว่าเขาอาจจะกำลังขาดสติ “แต่ผมเคยกินคุณแล้ว แล้วผมก็ชอบกินคุณ” เขาพูดพลางหลุบตามองไปที่แพนตี้ของเธอ ทำเอาเจ้าของแพนตี้ทำตาโต ไม่แน่ใจในคำว่ากินของเขา ที่สำคัญ…กะๆ กินอะไร “มะหมายความว่าไง”

​Siska, seorang arsitek perfeksionis, terbiasa hidup teratur dan penuh kontrol. Bara, seniman nyentrik yang hidupnya berantakan, lebih percaya pada “seni dari kekacauan.” Gara-gara bisnis keluarga, mereka dipaksa menikah kontrak selama satu tahun. Awalnya rumah tangga mereka penuh perang dingin, kejadian absurd, dan adu mulut kocak. Tapi semakin lama, setiap pertengkaran justru membuat mereka semakin dekat. Hingga akhirnya, ketika masa kontrak habis, pertanyaannya: apakah ini hanya drama atau cinta yang benar-benar tumbuh?

Josh Xavier Turner, tak akan pernah membiarkan dirinya disakiti perempuan mana pun. Ia ingin dicinta, namun tak balas mencinta. Ava Abigail, perempuan biasa yang berhasil memporak-porandakan hati Xavier. Akankah cinta itu berbalas?

I stared wide-eyed at the body in front of me. A girl. She was probably at seventeen years old wearing a school uniform. Like what I wear. Her body is contorted in an angle I couldn't quite describe but I know would be painful. Her face is covered with her long dry hair and her own blood. The thing that made me wide-eyed is.... I am that girl. ******************* This is the story of a wandering ghost as she also met one. And the two fell in love... The story and ideas is my own~ Don't plagiarize~ Enjoy!

“Desmond,” I breathed out, “don’t.” But he didn't listen to my plea. His lips found my neck, his teeth gently grazing the frantic pulse that betrayed my panic. My skin instantly lit up beneath his mouth, a complete traitor to my mind. When his hand slid lower, tugging at the drawstring of my skirt, a terrifying mix of panic and deep heat crashed together inside me. “Desmond, please. This is wrong.” “Nothing about you has ever been wrong to me,” he growled out against my throat. Clothes instantly fell away as if they had never mattered. My shirt. His shirt. My skirt. The last threads of my will to fight. He settled heavily between my thighs, a burning hot weight. I felt him hard against me, thick and urgently insistent. My breath hitched sharply when the blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance. “Tell me to stop, Ana,” he said, his voice ragged, his eyes desperately locked on mine. “Say the word, and I will immediately.” I opened my mouth to speak. No sound escaped. He pushed in, moving with agonizing slowness, stretching me open inch by painful inch. A broken, strangled sound left my throat as he filled me completely, buried deep to the hilt inside my most intimate space. My inner walls instantly clenched around him, shocked, aching, and intensely alive. He stilled his movement, letting me fully register every powerful throb of him inside me. “Fuck, Ana,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. “You feel completely like mine.” Then, he moved again.