"ပြောလေ...ဘာလဲ..." 'ဟင်...' 'နင်ခေါ်တာလေ...' သီဟ အံသြနေသော်လည်း ငုဝါထွေး က ဘာမှမဖြစ်သလိုဖြင့် ခေါင်းပေါ်ကို ခေါင်းခု တင်ရင်း မေးငေါ့ပြသည်။ "ဟို...ဟိုဟာ...နင်...ရည်းစားမထားပါနဲ့လားဟာ..." "ထားပါဘူး..မရှိပါဘူး...ဘယ်သူဘာပြောလို့လဲ...အောင်ပိုင်ဖြိုးမလား..." "မဟုတ်ပါဘူး...ငါ ကြိုပြောထားတာ..." "ဘာဖြစ်လို့လဲ..." သီဟ ပြောရခက်သွားကာ ငုဝါထွေးကိုခဏကြည့်မိချိန် သူ့ရဲ့ မျက်လုံးတွေနဲ့ ဆုံမိတော့ ရင်ခုန်လာပြန်သည်။ "နင့်ကို ရည်းစား မထားစေချင်ဘူး..." "ငါလည်း မထားပါဘူး..ရှုပ်လို့..." ငုဝါထွေးက မျက်နှာရှုံ့မဲ့ပြီး ပြောတော့မှ သီဟ စိတ်သက်သာသွားကာ ပြုံး၍ခေါင်းညိတ်မိသည်။ ✦•······················•✦ ✦•······················•✦ "သုတ ပြောသလို နင်က အရူးမပဲ...သနားလို့ကို မရဘူး..ကလိမ်ကကျစ် အမြဲလုပ်တယ်...သီဟကတော့ ဖုန်းဆက်တိုင်း နင့်ကို မေးတယ်...နင်ကတော့ ဒီမှာ တခြားကောင်တွေနဲ့ အပေါင်းအသင

တစ်ပိုင်းချင်း စာပြန်စစ်ပြီး ပုံတွေ ပြန်ထည့်၊ ရှင်းပြထားတဲ့ မှတ်စုလေးတွေ ပြန်ထည့်ပြီး တင်ပေးပါမယ်ရှင်။ စိတ်ဝင်စားတဲ့စာဖတ်သူတွေအနေနဲ့ မပျက်ခင် ဖတ်ကြပါနော်။

A story set in the 1950s in a rural area: The tale revolves around a 14-year-old girl named Chavi, who is married off to the zamindar (landlord) of the village, a 22-year-old man. What will happen when she begins her new life in his home? Will she be able to find happiness?

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Kenta Bernard, a seventeen-year-old, died of leukemia in the hospital and was transmigrated in a novel that he has yet to finish. He is the ill second prince, who should have died by now. However, the God of Light bestowed upon him a light magic that enabled him to survive and begin a new, happier life.

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Amalia Hera-born Amalia Romano-was stolen at the age of three, torn from a life of privilege as the heir to a powerful mafia dynasty. Fourteen years later, her family finds her, but the girl they remember is gone. In her place stands Scarlett, the world's deadliest assassin, a shadow no one suspects-except for two people who know the truth. Now, as Amalia navigates the dangerous world of the Romanos, she must face the family she doesn't trust, rebuild the broken bond with her twin sister, and protect the dark secret of who she's become. But in a world of loyalty and betrayal, will Amalia's hidden identity save her-or destroy her? -------- "You... you're Scarlett," he stammered, his voice barely more than a whisper. "They said... they said you were just a myth." "Funny," I replied, slowly advancing on him, my dagger raised, "I thought the same about fear... until I saw it on the faces of men like you." ---- 🥇Assassin -25/01/25 🥇twinsister -08/02/25 #4 mafiaprincess -02/02/25 #19 family -02/02/25 #23 reunion -02/02/25

Mafia ; The word itself expresses fear , danger and mostly DEATH . What happens when one day the capo of the most feared mafia , Leonardo Russo , meets the little shy, smart and sweet Bella , who herself is a mystery . Bella is just like her name beautiful but this little miss sunshine's existence is enigma. Will this sunshine brighten the Russo world or will she remain an enigma ?? Let's grasp the story of Bella ( Russo's princess 😉 ) . #1 in lovable ♡♡ #1 in Older brothers ♡♡ #1 in father- daughter ♡♡ #1 in 3 years old ♡♡ #1 in lost daughter ♡♡ #1 in only daughter ♡♡ #1 in smart ♡♡

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿 His 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 "Damm, whenever you're in my arms, I feel like I might crush you. You're so delicate," he said, kissing her cheek. "Huh?" "It took me three years to hug you, and today you let him hug you, huh?" he asked, trying to control his anger. "He is your brother," she said, trying to move from his grip. "So what? It doesn't matter. We'v been married for a month, and you didn't allow me to kiss you. But today, you hug him? I'm very upset," he said, looking straight into her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm a very loyal and possessive man. Just because I haven't kissed or touched you doesn't mean I can't. Now, what will you do to make it up to me?" "I... I will..." "You will what?" "I will sit on your lap and feed you," she said. "From now on, you'll do this every morning and night."