Aesthetic Love

What's worse than war? High school. At least for super-soldier Nyla Braun it is. Taken off the battlefield against her will, this Menhit must figure out life and love - and how to survive with kids her own age.

I'm a love therapist. My job is to help clients experience what it's like to be in love. One day, a client comes to me, wanting me to serve him in a different manner.

Xefora's lead vocalist, Felix met a girl named Iris. Throughout their relationship, what will happen if he chose his childhood dream and went abroad? What will happen to Iris? and what will happen if he had no idea the baby that comes into his office for a check-up is his child? and Max, iris' bestfriend, what will happen if he and Lance met again? what if an author crosses paths with her totga? and Isla, iris' cousin, what if a doctor falls in love with a girl with a short life span? Follow the whirlwind romance of the characters.

Amanda Lemaiyan is an heiress with a problem: when she gets back from a short vacation after breaking off her engagement to her cheating ex, she realises that the strange man she slept with at the resort is the new CEO of her company. The problem? He is the replacement of her ex, who used her to rise the ranks of her family's conglomerate. She knows what to do—forget she ever slept with the man and not give him a chance to play her like her ex did. But will her plan work when she can't help recalling how good it felt being in his arms? Especially when he seems hell-bent on getting her back into his bed... Can she give in to the temptation when she risks losing her place in her family's conglomerate if she's caught in another scandal with another CEO? *** His fingertips brushed her wet, soft folds. He pushed his middle finger into her, drew back slowly, then added his index finger. Amanda's breath came in a rush. She stopped their kiss and whispered, "Fuck me already." Oh, he was going to. After he made her tell him what he wanted to hear. "Do you want me inside you that bad?" "You know I do." With the way she was moving her hips? Yeah, he knew. "Last night, when you went home, did you think of me?" "Yes." "Did you touch yourself, thinking of me?" "Lucas," she whined, one hand grabbing his and urging him to go faster. "Tell me and I'll give you what you want." "Yes. Since the resort, you're the only one I think about when I touch myself." "You're the only one I've thought about, too, since we were together. And I've thought about you a lot."

After my stepsister, Jennifer Nichols, died in a tragic accident, Julian Asher hated me for ten whole years. He was the youngest star attorney in Vaxton Bay. He was always calm and composed, yet he never once hid his disgust toward me. I gave up everything for him: my education, my family, my friends, even the inheritance I was meant to receive. I stayed by his side through the grueling bar exam and the brutal early days of his career. But all he ever said was, "Miley, if you really want to please me, go ahead and die." The only woman he ever loved in this lifetime was my stepsister. And I realized that far too late. It wasn't until a fire broke out unexpectedly in the courthouse archives and I was trapped upstairs that something changed. Julian ran in to save me. The blaze devoured everything in its path. In the end, he shoved me out of the rubble. The collapsing steel beams crashed down on him. Blood spilled everywhere. Outside the operating room, I fell to my knees, begging the heavens to let him live. Before he died, he left me one final message with the doctor. "Miley, I hope we never meet again in the next life." At his funeral, his mother slapped me hard across the face—again and again. "You're a cursed wretch. Killing Jennifer wasn't enough for you; now you've killed my son too. I never should've agreed to let Julian marry you." His father dragged me to my knees by my hair, forcing me to kneel. "This is all my fault. I was too soft-hearted. Julian saved you three times, and all you ever brought him was misery!" Everyone believed I was the reason Julian died. And deep down, I believed it too. In the end, I slit my wrists and took my own life—only to awaken back in university, at the very moment we was supposed to get engaged. This time, I made a choice. I would not chase after him again. I would step aside and let him be with the one he loved most—my stepsister, Jennifer.

I was about to marry my boyfriend of seven years, Edward Carter. However, he was secretly getting a marriage certificate with his first love. In a moment of panic and disbelief, I confronted him: "Edward, what do I even mean to you?" Edward grabbed me as I tried to walk away, his eyes filled with helplessness: "Jennifer, you know Chloe is my first love. She only has two months left to live. I just don't want her to leave with regrets." "The woman who will be my last wife, though, is you." It was laughable. He felt sorry for his first love—did that mean I had to suffer? I saw the mocking look Chloe Smith shot my way. Then, to make things worse, Edward actually suggested I let Chloe take my place in the wedding. That was the last straw. After seven years of love, I did not want it anymore. I called my brother, "Hey, the wedding is in ten days. Can you find me a new groom?"

Lili Cooper was only 16 years old when she decided to run away from home, now 8 years later she is a broke student who is working as a waitress at a diner that doesn't pay very well and continues to wonder when her life will get better. One day, her co worker calls in sick which causes Lili to take up her shift. A shift in which she meets a handsome stranger but as the night continues, she soon realizes that this stranger is very well known by everyone in the neighborhood.

WARNING: Some scenes may not suitable for some readers so be open minded when reading this story. This story contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. [No portrayer intended] No soft copies allowed

Vayden Bevine, the King of the Gladiolus Mafia, had only ever wanted one thing his whole life: to rule the underworld. But things went bizarre when his parents arranged his marriage with the woman he had been annoying since their childhood: Viana Nivekle. Viana Nivekle is the Queen of the Blemish Mafia, a circle her father, Mr. Nivekle, happily handed over to her. Being twenty-five and yet already running a mafia group is a huge achievement for Viana. However, some things had been haunting her. Like some concealed memories linking between her finger and a trigger. Still, Vayden couldn't deny his parent's marriage proposal. Not when both his and Viana's parents are business associates and extremely close friends. Besides, ruling the Blemish Mafia would be a bonus for him. Plus, he loves annoying Viana. So, Vayden decides to marry Viana despite their bickering. Even though their marriage was anything but related to love, they pretended to be lovey-dovey in front of their respective gangs in order to protect their honor. What happens if they profess their love to the world when in reality, they love everything but each other?What if the Mafia's Arranged Love leads to the massacre of both Vayden and Viana's lives?

My childhood sweetheart tanked his startup and racked up millions in debt. He begged for my help, so I dropped out of college and sold liquor to keep him afloat. Ten years later, he proposed to me. I thought we'd made it through the worst until I saw his chatting records with his buddies. [Lorelei is pushing 30. Too old and too used up for you.] [Who knows if she earned that debt money by slinging drinks or something else?] [Besides, what about your kid with your secretary?]