K-on Dress Up 2

Gigi Geffrey’s life was about to change and she had no idea about it. Everything was perfectly planned by her, she had the best grades she could ever dream of, an amazing group of friends, and the perfect body. She thought she has everything worked out until she returns to her hometown after three years only to find out she still has a lot of things to figure out.With a terrible past behind her and a big mistake she made before leaving, Gigi only wants to make things up with the only person she truly cared about but she receives a cold slap in the face when she finds out this person was not willing to forgive her easily.Will she be able to make things up with the person she loved the most on Earth? Would she be able to finally explain why she left Illinois in the first place?Content tags: +16, explicit language, LGBTQ+Dress is created by Candela Schneer, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Jesse is an indie-band producer, a hedonistic ass, and a cynic. He doesn't believe in the idea of love and romance. For him it was all about clinical sex, small talks over cigarettes, and detached one-night stands. Everything was less about connection and more about hooking-up. And then he meets K. The beautiful, mysterious and dangerously alluring K. There was just something about K that pulled him to her. Challenged and charmed, Jesse goes on to pursue her. They get into an unlikely relationship, that pushes both their emotional, psychological and physical boundaries. ********************************************** 'K.' tells us the story of a young adult in New York, who use dating apps to meet others for fun with no strings attached. It will soon develop to another direction, as the protagonist evolves - both psychologically and emotionally.

There was a girl that was ready to face her death without having any regrets by shutting everyone down. She had not experienced falling in love with a person and taking risks. However, when she decided to go to college, she met a guy. And without any notice, her life was slowly changing. Is she finally willing to take the risk even if she knew their end game?

In the fifth year of my spiritual practice, my phone suddenly exploded with messages. [Aria, why aren't you replying? Are you really that petty?] Puzzled, I opened Messenger, and froze. My cousin, who never seemed to measure up to me and always went out of her way to oppose me, was getting married, and she expected me to attend. "Sorry, I've been busy lately. I won't be able to make it," I replied politely. However, my courteous response only fueled their ridicule. "Stop pretending! You haven't kept in touch with your family for years. Are you too embarrassed because your life is such a mess?" "She won't even come to her own cousin's wedding? How heartless!" "Let me guess, the real reason she can't come is she can't afford a wedding gift." One cutting remark after another appeared, until Betty Stewart stepped in, feigning concern. "Come on, don't be so harsh on Aria. We're family, after all." "If she's really struggling, I could ask my husband to help her get a cleaning job." Then she sent me the digital invitation, the gold lettering gleaming. When I saw the groom's name, my pupils constricted in shock. Joseph Clark? Wasn't he the short-lived husband who had spent three years sucking up to me just to extend his life?

On my wedding day, Ethan Westbrook's ex-girlfriend sent word that she was terminally ill. Her dying wish was to wear a wedding dress once in her life. Ethan locked me in the waiting room while he prepared to hold the ceremony with her instead of me to fulfill this wish. I heard his impatient voice through the door as he said to me, "Can't you show some compassion? She's dying. What's wrong with granting her one final wish?" Later, the guy next door who had carried a torch for me for years climbed to the rooftop and begged me to marry him. Ethan stared at me with bloodshot eyes. "Are you really going to throw away our seven-year relationship just for him?" I brushed his hand away. "Should I just let him die? It's only a marriage certificate. Where's your compassion now?"

My fiancé, Skeet Fadley, stood with me at my dress fitting when his phone rang. "Skeet..." Her voice came through on speaker. That was all it took—I knew today's bridal photos weren't happening again. Skeet glanced at me, guilty. "Babe, something came up with Norah. I gotta go." Not a question. A notice. I stared at myself in the mirror, already in the gown, and gave a small nod. "Go." It's fine. My groom's about to change anyway.