miss right

เธอ…ไม่ได้ร้ายเหมือนฉายาที่ได้รับ เธอ…อ่อนนอกแข็งใน แต่ใครๆ กลับติดภาพว่าเธอร้าย เธอแรง เขา…คือเจ้าของฉายาพระเอกหน้าหล่อ ขวัญใจสาวๆ แต่กลับไม่อาจคว้าหัวใจนางร้ายเบอร์หนึ่งมาครองได้ แต่ในเมื่ออยากได้ เขาจึงต้องใช้ใจเพื่อคว้าใจเธอมา +++++++++ “พะ...พี่คิมคะ” คนในอ้อมกอดพยายามปลุกชายหนุ่มให้รู้สึกตัว ก่อนที่คิมหันต์จะค่อยๆ ลืมตาขึ้นมาเพื่อสบตากับคนในอ้อมกอด “รู้สึกตัวแล้วหรือครับ เป็นยังไงบ้าง” เอ่ยถามจบก็ยกมืออีกข้างขึ้นมาวางบนหน้าผากของปลายฝน เพื่อดูว่าไข้เธอลดแล้วหรือยัง ซึ่งผลน่าพอใจทีเดียว “หมอกดีขึ้นมากแล้วค่ะ ว่าแต่เมื่อคืนนี้พี่คิมอยู่เฝ้าไข้หมอกทั้งคืนเลยเหรอคะ” “ครับ” “ขอบคุณนะคะ” “ครับ” เสียงทุ้มเอ่ยรับ แต่กลับยังคงจ้องใบหน้าของปลายฝนนิ่ง ทำราวกับหากเขากะพริบตาแล้วจะทำให้เธอหายไป “หน้าหมอกมีอะไรติดอยู่หรือเปล่าคะ” “ไม่มีครับ”

SIX PACK SERIES BOOK FOUR ~ BROCK : I don't believe in happy endings. I stopped believing in them right around the time the woman I loved left me for another man. Love nearly destroyed me once, and when I picked myself back up, I swore I'd never be that stupid again. If you never give someone your heart, they can't break it- so for years, I've closed myself off; never opening up, never feeling. Growing more bitter as everyone around me finds their happy endings. Then I met Astrid. She's annoyingly perky, infuriatingly beautiful, and seems convinced that her cheerful little-miss-sunshine act can melt the ice around my heart. Worst of all, though, is some part of me wants her- and a girl like that is dangerous in my hands. She'll give me every piece of herself, only for her to break when I can't give her anything in return. ~ ASTRID : My whole life, I've gone with my gut. I get feelings about things and people that others don't get, and I've been told that it's a special gift; that I'm an 'intuitive'. I've also been accused of being an eternal optimist, which is why I'm thrown for a loop when I get hit with a gut feeling about the moodiest, broodiest guy I've ever met, like we're supposed to be something to each other. Like we're connected somehow. Trusting my gut has never let me down before, but the more time I spend with Brock, the more I wonder whether my 'gift' has gone haywire. This guy has built walls around his heart a mile thick, and he's not letting anyone through. He's living his life in the darkness, and I'm a little afraid that if I let myself get too close to him, he'll steal my light.

WARNING— 18+ READ WITH CAUTION Slowly stroking her again he leaned down placing a kiss on her forehead. "Just calm down Kitten. No more crying." He extended a hand using it to wipe the tears that laid on her cheeks. Seeing them there didn't set right with him, she was suppose to be writhing in pleasure not crying in pain. "Do you not trust me?" Celeste nodded holding onto him for dear life. "I do." "Then spread your legs wider Kitten." **** Celeste always thought her life would change for the better, the future she had foreseen was one like no other; a mate that would love away her pain, a mate that would see only her, breathe only her. However, when she found herself mated to Zillon Macre; her life long crush as well as the future alpha of her pack, her dream remained just that, a dream. Her life did not change in the way she wanted it to, instead of better, it changed for the worst. Her insignificance didn't dissipate, it augmented, and somehow it left her being unwanted... By her pack members... Her family... And lastly by her mate who only craved for her twin sister.

With a divorce paper through at him, Elijah watched the woman he love walked away with another man. His father was right, this world is filled with hypocrites and devils in sheep's clothing, and he can never let his heart rule over his head, for a woman or anyone, and this lesson was coming true now. Revenge was the only thing Elijah was looking forward to. But revenge has no place for the weak, and it cannot be satisfied with anything lesser than perfection, and he knew that. Yet, just as he was starting his journey to great power and vengeance, a girl surface in his life, and when he looked in eyes, he saw...

Eighteen years old Marilyn Muriel is shocked on one beautiful summer by her mom when she brings in a strikingly, handsome young man and introduces him as her new husband. An instant unexplainable connection is formed between her and this Greek god as he secretly begins to cast various unwanted signals towards her. Marilyn soon finds herself going through various, irresistible sexual escapades with this charming, seductive fellow in the absence of her mom. What will be the fate or outcome of such an act and will her mom ever get to know the atrocity going on right under her nose?

Aston Wiley is the future Beta of the BlackPaw pack. He turns 18 and is eager to see if Katarina Harris is his fated mate, as he suspects she is. The day he confirms that she is his mate is the day he disappears for 4 years. Four years after her son’s disappearance, Shawna Banks comes across a man who resembles him in every way, but he doesn’t remember her or who he used to be. She convinces him to come home with her, and they work on retaining his memory. Everything comes back to him slowly, and he struggles to find his new place in his old pack. As for Katarina, she’s now the future Luna, dating King Jamison, the future Alpha of the pack. Will Aston remember his tie to Katarina? Will she ever know what she meant to Aston? Who kidnapped Aston in the first place, and for what reason? Follow Aston as he uncovers the secrets of the BlackPaw Pack.

How will you feel when you end up with the same person you were trying to find an escape from? How will you feel when you end up in a one-night stand with your Ex-husband? Her eyes fluttered as she felt the morning cool breeze brushing against her bare body, which was semi-covered with a quilt. Although her eyes felt heavy to even blink, her other senses were high alert. She could hear the bird chirping outside the windows, she could smell a familiar masculine cologne, her body covered with goosebumps with the presence of someone familiar, and her heart beats rapidly on its own accord. That's when her brain registered her surroundings and could recollect her last passionate night with someone who would be her soon-to-be ex-husband. How? When? Why? She mentally slapped herself, but then she couldn't hide the contentment. She felt as if she was complete now. She couldn't stop but feel happy again. Why? Why does she feel like falling in love again? "I see you are still the w***e you were back then," his words broke her little dream she just thought of. "A desperate woman like you, who can with her ex-husband, can no wonder w***e around any men." He said with no remorse. "I did the right thing by divorcing you. How much do you charge for a night?" he smirked, looking at her teary face. "Here! Take extra 200 bucks for the sake of our old times." She vowed never to cry in front of her husband, but what he said just now shattered her soul beyond repair. Her quivering body and hollow eyes didn't hide the agony she felt at that very moment. "Sorry for loving you."

"Good girl, now, call me daddy!" He whispers; his voice sexy as . "Daddy!" I voiced out, but it came out as a whispering threat. "Louder!" He commands. "Daddy!" I yelled softly, feeling the deliciousness of how sins are made. He my forehead and then reaches over to the bedside table for a foil packet. "Stay still, don't move," He orders as he releases my hair. He rips the foil while I'm breathing hard, my blood singing in my veins. The anticipation is exhilarating. He leans down, his weight on me again, and he grabs my hair holding my head immobile. I cannot move. He enticingly traps me, and he's poised and ready to take me once more. "We're going to go real, slow this time, Brie," he breathes. And slowly, he knocks on my sinful entrance of mahogany as he slowly pushes inside of me in ease into me until his length is fully buried in me. He was stretching, filling, relentless. I groan loudly. It feels deeper this time, delectable. I complained again, and he deliberately circles his hips and pulls back, pauses a beat, and then eases his way back in. - Let's talk about the most powerful young bachelor, A business mogul of his time, Jonathan Christopher, De Leon. Combined, JACE DE LEON. After a failed attempt from high school, the courageous plus timid girl left him with a very challenging heart target hunt. A couple of years passed, his hunger for her supplemented after prowling her like what feels like forever, he yearns for her which leads to racing hormones and drifting dark desires of his very own Infatuations. How will the relationship between a powerful casanova and an elegant part-timer be restricted?

Story of Rose and Josheph steamy love story with taste of betrayal, Suspense and thrill. "I was waiting for this moment Princess" He whispered in my ear giving goosebumps. "D..daddy" I stuttered. "shhhhhh.. baby, you trust me right?" He asked. Mature Content This is a work of fiction. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents, are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental."

'กินเด็กเขาว่าเป็นอมตะ แต่กินคนแก่กว่าเขาว่าเป็นนิรันดร์' “ฉันชวนเค้าไปซื้อต้นไม้มาปลูก พอดีวันก่อนได้ซุ้มชิงช้าไม้สวยๆ มา แล้วก็อยากได้พันธุ์ไม้เลื้อยออกดอกสวยๆ มาปลูกงี้”“แหม…โรแมนติกนะยะ มีชวนไปเลือกซื้อต้นมงต้นไม้ด้วย”“ฉันไม่ชวนเขาไปเลือกซื้อที่นอนก็บุญเท่าไหร่แล้วแก จะได้ทดลองนอนด้วยกัน ว่าแบบไหนจะรับแรงกระแทกกระทั้นได้ดีสุด... กรี๊ดด”