How Did Dyanitta Start Her Music Career?

When seventeen year old Brianna Whitlock dislocates her joint in a skiing accident, she is forced to take a break from what she loves most- dancing. By the time she returns for her senior year, she's hopelessly behind and fears all her years of hard work had been for nothing. Her only chance at catching up comes in the form of new school instructor- thirty three year old Luca Bianchi. Whom she holds only feelings of dubiety towards his training methods, at first. But when he starts unlocking her secrets and embracing her way of thinking, her doubt turns into trust and interest. Which eventually shifts into desire. With so much on the line, will her newfound emotions make her bloom or become her downfall?

Luanne is a bartender who is vacationing in Puerto Rico to visit her boyfriend while he is deployed. Things don't go as planned and she runs into a well-dressed man named Gray, who she stays with for the duration of her vacation. Things once again take a turn for the worst and she ends up kidnapped by creeps... how will she get herself out of this problem this time? read on to find out.

His precious childhood sweetheart got drunk one night and ended up in a stranger’s bed. When she showed up again, she was pregnant—just like me. On the day I gave birth, Harold handed me the divorce papers. "Rachel’s about to return to acting," he said coldly. "She and the baby need a proper title. If a scandal breaks out, it’ll destroy her." Dragging my frail body, I calmly signed the papers. In my previous life, I refused to step aside. I went live, holding my daughter, and exposed the award-winning actress Rachel Underwood for knowingly becoming the other woman. The internet turned on her. She lost every endorsement and was driven to the edge by massive fines—eventually jumping off a building. Harold quietly took care of her funeral... and then stood by as her fans harassed me in the streets, even tried to burn my child and me alive. It was not until I saw him lock the door behind us that I realized—he had wanted us dead all along. Then I woke up. And it was the day he gave me the divorce agreement... again.

The contract marriage between the CEO and the Mafia brings a unique story where the CEO has an illicit lover and the Mafia has a mental disorder because her fiancee died. Has a sad story, and thousands of mysteries to be solved. Will both of them be able to reach their respective goals and then end the ridiculous relationship? Or slowly love comes over time and makes them reluctant to part? Read more here... This world is a game, if you are not good at playing then you are being played. When playing we need confidence, if we are not good at convincing and impressing people with our intelligence. Confuse them with your stupidity, so they feel they have won.

Due to some arranged misunderstanding, Aileen is forced to break up with her boyfriend Allan. Who have been dating for about two years, the famous college sweethearts.  Aileen is the only child of the Fletchers family, her father is a famous lawyer in the whole city. While Allan is the second son of the Holmes family, her father owns the best gaming company known worldwide.  A single mistake causes their relationship to end when they were so deeply in love with each other.  Aileen's family decides to move out of the country as their daughter has wished, leaving  no trace of where they were going. Allan with the help of his family searches for her but to no avail. Since then he starts to hate her and wants to make her life miserable just like how she made him by disappearing from his life.  Due to some urgency, Aileen is forced to return to the country again, the one she swore not to return no matter what. She brings with her a 5 years old boy who looks just like Allan after 6 years. Fate brings them together again.  What happens when they meet again when Alan wants nothing but to make her suffer? What happens when Alan sees her with a carbon copy of himself? Continue ……

"Please… stop pushing. I can't move." The concert crowd was packed and restless, bodies pressed tightly together. I found myself too close to the girl in front of me. She wore a short skirt that brushed against me every time the crowd surged. What caught my attention was how close we were: the faint warmth of her body through the thin fabric made my pulse quicken. For a brief moment, I thought I felt her react too, as if she sensed the same strange tension hanging between us.