Why Is Pamela Anderson Not Wearing Makeup Anymore?

Hurt, wounded and mared, Fiona Johnson is born. Her identity changed, her kind heartedness learnt to be mean and she sealed off emotions until she succeeded in avenging her parents death and getting back her inheritance. Kindness is weakness,she thought. Now she believed in giving to the world what it forced her to swallow. Pain and betrayals have a way of turning the meekest of men to be brutal, it's simply survival. This is the story of Fiona Johnson who used to be Isabella Manor. The story of her weakness to her strength and the triumph of bringing her enemies down on their kneels.

Erica is a seventeen-year-old girl from a humble background whose only dream is to get admission into the college to study architecture. But got entangled in a love triangle the moment she set her eyes on Damian Anderson, Student union president and heir to a multi-billionaire real estate mogul. Damian Anderson while in college is caught up between his love interest Erica, and his over possessive stepsister Sophia. They are both separated and spent eight years apart. Only to see each other again when Damian buys the company Erica works in. Will they pick up from where they left off or will pride and grudges be the other of the day? Especially Now that Damian is the CEO of his late father empire and Erica is a single mother of one. Find out in the romance-themed story, Damian Anderson.

Every week, mt mate Alpha Bruce dragged a new side-chick into our bed. Right in front of me. They clawed at each other like I didn't exist. Each time felt like silver shredding through my chest, my wolf howling from the inside out. He did it to hurt me. On purpose. Over and over. Using their bodies to spit on what we used to be. Then came our ten-year anniversary banquet. He waltzed in with his side-piece—Moye. Five years he'd been screwing her. She wore my heels. My custom gown. Even the mate ring and necklace I once thought meant forever. Bruce stood there, smirking in front of the whole pack. "Don't like what she's wearing? Strip yours and hand it over. And don't bother coming to my bed tonight—she's a hundred times better." The room howled with laughter. I was the punchline. But I stood up, met his eyes, and said, "I want to break the bond." He snorted. "You've said that, what, a hundred times? I'm over it. You begged me to mark you, remember? Gave up your pride for that Luna crown." More laughter. But what none of them saw coming? This time, I was done. Done with him. Done with the Luna title. Done chasing something dead. I was ready to sever the mate bond—for real.

I fall in love with my father's friend, an Alpha 20 years my senior. I'm only eight when I first meet him. It happens at a banquet for the upper echelons of the werewolf pack. My father brings me with him. Layson Romanov instantly catches my eye. He stands tall at six feet and two inches, and his toned figure shows through his black suit. He exudes a natural dominance. My father introduces me to him, and he caresses my hair with a smile. Then, he gives me a pink dress adorned with pearls and pink diamonds. "You'll look beautiful when you're old enough to wear this." Back then, I didn't understand what he meant. … Ten years later, I put on that dress and enter his room. He's drugged after falling into someone's trap, and his wolf is out of control. His usually calm eyes are filled with mania. I know that he'll go insane—even lose his life—if he doesn't have an antidote. So, I give him my pure, untainted body. I become his antidote. We later marry, and he loves me as my father would've done. However, when I'm four months pregnant, I discover that his personal secretary, Grace Parker, is also pregnant. "I'm sorry to have put you through this, Grace. Everyone knows I only married Charlotte out of duty. I'll make sure our child is my only heir," he says. It all makes sense now—no wonder Layson refused to mark me despite us being married. Grace is the one he loves. I'm heartbroken. I ingest a large amount of wolfsbane, leading to a miscarriage. I ultimately die of blood loss. Intense regret washes over me as I breathe my last breath. When I open my eyes again, I find that I've been reborn. I'm taken back to the day Layson is drugged…

“I gave him everything,” Naya whispered, staring at the papers in her hand. The divorce papers she never saw coming. Her hands trembled, but not from fear. Now, it was rage. Across the room, Chloe smirked, her hand resting on Daniel’s shoulder. “You should’ve seen this coming, Naya. You were never enough for him.”

At the age of fourteen, Nathania Sarmiento started working as a striptease performer. She was a strip dancer but never a prostitute who perform s*xual activity for money. Nathania does not have a choice but to strip in front of men two times in a week to have money and feed her siblings. Her parents are in jail so she needs to support her siblings financially. One night, she met this billionaire named Warren Anderson. A cold-hearted, arrogant investor and businessperson. The latter paid her manager with a large amount of money in exchange of her virginity but she refused giving it to him. She left him in the room drooling over her. Next thing she knew? The strip club she was working for seven years was forcibly closed with unknown reason. Her manager then advised her to go to Anderson's company and try her luck to apply for work. Therefore, she left with no choice but to go there. The billionaire accepted her immediately but in one condition. She'll live with him.