Behind My Smile Quotes

Kepopuleran seorang artis bisa membuat banyak orang mengidolakannya, bahkan sampai memimpikan bisa bersama hidup satu atap bersama. Pasti sangat menyenangkan, kan? Itu tidak berlaku bagi Rafael, seorang mahasiswa di salah satu universitas negeri. Baginya, kepopuleran artis hanyalah omong kosong belaka. Kekesalan yang ia alami bukan tanpa sebab. Sara, teman masa kecil Rafael selalu membuatnya jengkel, padahal wanita itu berlabel artis papan atas paling populer. Sama hanya dengan teman masa kecil, Rafael mengetahui sikap, perilaku, hingga kebiasaan buruk Sara, kebanyakan dari itu tidak dipublikasikan karena ditakutkan berdampak pada popularitasnya sendiri. Hingga satu ketika, mereka tumbuh dewasa dan candaan yang mereka lakukan sejak dulu berubah menjadi taburan kisah menyenangkan. Akankah mereka tetap mempertahankan persahabatan itu atau justru mulai menjalin hubungan yang lebih serius?

The story is about the girl (Nouvelle) who's traumatized by her first love which is Chem, and her journey of loving herself again and finding her true love. But the journey isn't easy, dahil marami pa siyang kahaharapin bago niya makamit ang paghilom at ang happiness na kanyang pinapangarap.

I was in a car accident on my way to my son, Nathan’s piano competition. Ignoring my injuries, I limped to the venue just in time for the awards ceremony. Nathan won the gold medal. With excitement shining in his eyes, he ran toward me. But as I smiled at him, he turned and placed the medal around the neck of my husband’s first love, Janine Beck. My husband of ten years, Christopher Frost, looked at me with irritation. “Look at what you’re wearing! You’re filthy, like a beggar,” he said cruelly. “Don’t come to Nathan’s celebration dinner tonight—he’s embarrassed by you!” I stayed silent and went alone to the hospital to have my injuries checked. Later, I returned to the villa, drenched in the rain, only to find the doors locked against me. I knocked on the door in the pouring rain for the entire night. At dawn, when the first light broke across the sky, I sent Christopher a message: [Let’s get a divorce. As you wish, I will no longer be an eyesore in your lives.]

For bubbly Dahlia Moretti, Theseus Ferrari was more than just a crush; he was an obsession, a silent inspiration that fueled her days. After years of adoration, their worlds finally collided, and a passionate love affair began. But even the strongest bonds can break. Now, with their story abruptly ended, Dahlia stands at a crossroads. Has the breakup irrevocably tainted her once-innocent heart? Will she chase after the echoes of their past, or will a new comfort lead her away? Can a love once so vibrant ever find its way back home?

“Maaari ko bang isangla muna sa iyo ang kwintas na ito kasama ng singsing ng aking mommy?” Anya ng pitong taong gulang na batang babae sa isang lalaki na nakapikit habang nakasandig ang ulo sa sandalan ng upuan sa isang waiting area ng hospital. Seryosong tumitig ang 20 years old na binata sa isang munting bata sa kan’yang harapan. “Alam ba ng mommy mo na isinasangla mo ang ang wedding ring niya?” Seryosong tanong na hindi maalis ang tingin sa mala anghel na mukha ng bata. “Ang sabi ng doctor ay kailangang maoperahan si mommy, pero wala akong pera, hindi mo naman siguro ipapaalam kahit kanino na sinangla ko ito sayo, di’ba?” Malungkot na sagot nito, bago matapang na sinalubong ng batang babae ang mga mata ng lalaki. “Paano kung kukunin ko ‘yan, paano mo ito matutubos sa akin? Hindi ako tumatanggap ng pera.” Seryosong pahayag ng lalaki. Saglit na nag-isip ang bata na wari mo’y naguluhan. “Kukunin ko ‘yan at sasagutin ko ang operasyon ng mommy mo pero sa isang kondisyon, magiging akin ka at pagtuntong mo sa tamang edad ay ikakasal ka sa akin. Kung hindi ka tutupad ay hindi ko babalik sayo ang kwintas at ang singsing ng mommy mo.” “Pumapayag po ako.” Inosenteng sagot nito. ————— Isang batang babae ang nakipagkasundo sa nag-iisang tagapagmana ng pamilyang Smith, si HARRIS SMITH. No read, no write at mangmang sa lahat ng bagay ‘yan si ZAHARIA LYNCH. Isang simpleng dalaga na sinamantala ang kainosentihan ng mga taong itinuturing niyang pamilya. Paano magkakaroon ng katuparan ang kasunduan ng dalawa kung sa apat na sulok ng kwarto umiikot ang mundo ni Zaharia?

When I was surrounded by the rogue pack far from our territory, I mind-linked my mate, Alpha Luke, begging for help. He refused me fifteen times—and finally, he blocked the link entirely. In the end, I collapsed from exhaustion and lost consciousness, my wolf howling in despair. When I woke up in the infirmary, Alex, the commander of the Werewolf Tribe, was sitting quietly beside me. He was the one who had received my desperate mind-link. He led his warriors, crushed the rogues, and saved me from the jaws of death. Looking into his worried eyes, I no longer hesitated. I took a deep breath and said with unwavering resolve: “Alex, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll go to the Northern Territory for training. I leave in 2 days.” Ten minutes later, Luke barged into the room with Kristy—his so-called adoptive sister—and our twin pups trailing behind. Before anyone could speak, he kicked the door open and pointed at me, shouting with cold fury: “You staged this stunt just to outshine Kristy? Do you realize how much warrior strength you wasted just to feed your vanity? You are not worthy to be a Luna!” My elder son, Chris, gave me a sharp glance and scoffed: “Where’s the wound, Mom? You look perfectly fine. Did you fake this just to get attention?” My younger son, Collin, stared at me, eyes filled with disappointment. He shook his head slowly and whispered: “Mom, did you lie to us again… just because we care about Kristy more?” Kristy gripped Luke’s hand, her voice trembling with fake innocence and tears falling down her cheeks: “I’m sorry, Christina… I won’t celebrate my birthday again. Please… stop causing trouble for Luke and the twins.” I clenched my fists, restraining my furious wolf, and stopped Alex from standing up for me. I watched the four of them turn and leave without a second glance. Then, I turned to Alex and said, with icy clarity: “This time, I have no hesitation, no regret. I’m leaving. I’ll go with you to the Northern Territory. And I won’t eat my words.”

My husband tells me he's a wanted fugitive. He doesn't want to drag me down with him, so he turns himself in and tells me to marry another. My heart aches for him. I scrimp and save to raise our son while waiting for him to be released from prison. It's only when my hair has gone gray that I learn the truth—I see him holding his true love's hand as they go shopping. They buy luxury products like they cost nothing. Only then do I understand that he pretended to be thrown behind bars to be rid of me and our son. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my husband pretended to be a fugitive. I immediately call the police and give them the evidence of his crimes. He likes acting like a fugitive, doesn't he? He can spend the rest of his life behind bars, then.

She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith—the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room—Manhattan's most exclusive masked club—she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."

To teach me to behave, my parents forged a paternity test and declared I was not their biological son. My sister ignored my pleas and had me committed to a psychiatric hospital. "You troublemaker, why don't you just die?" they sneered. Even the fiancée I loved most watched with icy eyes and used her connections to make sure I suffered inside. After five years, I finally knew how to keep my head down. So why did they suddenly demand I return to the arrogant heir I once was?

Valentine Rossi knew that great love existed as he'd seen it first hand with his parents. But he never imagined that kind of life was for him. Life was work and while he enjoyed it and the finer things in it, he never reveled in it. Not until he met them. Years ago Adira learned not to trust anyone - the hard way. Now she was a successful photographer getting ready to open up her studio. Though her professional life had taken off, her personal life was stagnate. Her benefactor, Gio Rossi, encourages her to to break out of her shell and start living life so she begins modeling under her middle name -Alexandria. As both careers are really getting underway, she gets drawn again and again to Valentine as circumstances - and Gio- throw them together. Valentine enjoys the quiet and shy Adira, but is drawn like a moth to a flame to the passionate and funny Alexandria. How long can Adira hold back the truth that they are one and the same? While he's trying to show her how to trust she's the one breaking it. What happens when the truth is revealed?