Cambodia Fabric Design Novels & Stories

Adele has been married for 10 years, being a full-time, dutiful wife and mother who sacrified her life and career for her family. But in return, their 7-year- old son, Ethan, suddenly began to despise her. “You make me sick, I wish Aunt Julia was my mother. I'm embarrassed to call you my mother, bitch!” Ethan barked. Adele was humiliated, shamed, and dragged by the public and Julia, who stole her design, yet her husband, Ryan, bowed to them and apologized. “I'm sorry, my wife has been stressed lately. Being a full-time housewife, she has no idea what the world is like. Please don't hold her accountable for this.” He turned to Julia, “Can you forgive her for crashing your daughter's birthday? I'm sure she didn't mean to. I agree, she's mentally unstable.” Adele was left reeling from heartbreak after heartbreak. She had never imagined that one day both her husband and son would choose someone else over her. Tired of trying to mend a broken relationship, she calmly finalized the divorce and even gave up custody of her son, but would Ryan let her enjoy freedom and peace, just like that? Adele soon found out that divorcing a prominent CEO who has so much power and influence than she was made aware, was no joke. God on her side, she got into a marriage contract with a bigger monster. But this monster and his 7-year-old daughter worshipped the ground she walked on. Adele rose from ashes: a net worth of over a 100 billion, one of the most influential women in the country, and a happy wife and stepmother. And now, her ex-husband and son wants her back and would do anything! But come on, the ship has sailed! However, it seems there are secrets to unravel...

“Don’t tell me you’re starting to get scared again,” he whispered before returning his lips to my sensitive nipples. His hand slid lower, shifting my panties aside, the fabric brushing against my skin. “Someone might walk in,” I managed to say, though my voice was barely audible. “Forget everyone and focus on us,” he murmured. His fingers began to tease me, running over my clit with a deliberate slowness that made my breath hitch. “I love how you’re always so wet for me,” he said, his tone filled with raw desire. As his pace quickened, his words urged me on. “Don’t hold back your moans. I want to hear all of it.” The knowledge that his office was soundproof was the only reassurance I had, but even then, I couldn’t trust my own voice. My body arched in response as he trailed kisses along my neck, his fingers moving with an intoxicating rhythm. “I love how your body reacts to my touch,” he murmured against my skin. “I could fuck you all day.” “Yes,” I moaned, unable to stop myself. “Yes, what?” he teased, his fingers moving even faster, pushing me closer to the edge. “Don’t stop, Alex,” I gasped. ********************************************************** Six years ago, Alex broke me, leaving me humiliated, pregnant, and abandoned. He chose Camila, his flawless childhood friend, while I was left to pick up the shattered pieces of my life. But I survived, and for my son, I built a life I’m proud of. Now, Alex is after me, but stunned by the woman I’ve become, and the son who bears his resemblance. When he asked about his father, my son’s innocent reply said it all: "Mommy said he's dead." I couldn’t have said it better myself.

Her eyes widened in horror. The sound was unmistakable — the snap of a belt buckle, the hiss of it being undone. Then came the crash of fabric hitting stone. Terror exploded in her chest. She struggled violently, chains biting into her wrists until blood slicked her palms. Her chest heaved, heart pounding so hard it hurt. Ezra pressed harder, his knee locking her in place. One hand clenched her throat — not enough to choke, but enough to remind her she could not escape. His breath was ragged, wild, as if possessed. “You feel it too,” he growled against her skin. “Don’t lie to me, Nova. Your body wants this. You want me.” No. No, no, no. Her body burned, but it wasn’t for him. It was the cursed bond, the fire belonging to another. And that other… Her eyes filled with tears. Her lips shaped a silent prayer: Kilian. The bond within her surged like wildfire. Her chest arched, a gasp tearing from her throat. She felt it — claws raking down her soul, a storm breaking in her veins. He was here. He had come for her. *** Nova is a skilled hunter, fierce and independent, yet unaware of her true nature and the extraordinary destiny that awaits her. Humiliated by her fellow hunter colleagues for refusing to kill innocent wolves, she flees — only to be rescued by Kilian, the feared Lycan King. Thrust into his world, she must prove herself and earn her place within his pack, all while navigating the sharp wit, teasing sarcasm, and growing tension between them. Kilian is powerful, commanding, and fiercely protective, yet finds himself drawn to Nova in ways he cannot explain. Their connection develops slowly, charged with banter, challenges, and unacknowledged desire. But Nova is far more special and powerful than anyone could have predicted. Her choices, and the bond she shares with Kilian, will shape the fate of their world — deciding whether to destroy it, or to revolutionize and transform it for the better. As they uncover enemies deeply rooted in their lives, they must rely on their bond, courage, and love to face what comes next.

“Let’s end this. Let’s break up,” he said, his voice cold. “Stacy is the only woman I’ve ever loved,” he continued, humiliating her in front of everyone at his birthday party. Cassia’s head spun as she stood there, unable to move or utter a word. For the past five years, she had put him first in everything, even choosing him over her career and future. She loved him so deeply that she wouldn’t have minded losing it all just to be with him. Her only desire was to have his heart, but despite all her sacrifices, when his first love returned, he chose her, neglecting Cassia and shattering her entire world. How was she supposed to pick herself up after giving everything for him? But Cassia was determined. She vowed to get back at him—and at everyone who underestimated her. After he chose his first love over her, she resolved to start fresh, become successful, and compete with Darvan’s company. This time, her revenge would be cold and calculated. She wouldn’t be swayed by emotions again. Now, however, she was torn between two charming men: a well-known senior in the design world and Darvan’s uncle, who controlled a significant portion of the family’s business shares. She wondered whether she should align herself with her senior or use Darvan’s uncle to bring down the entire family. Meanwhile, Darvan realized too late that he needed her back. He had fallen deeply in love with her. “Please, let’s get back together. I want to fight for us this time,” the famous Darvan Sinclair begged, dropping to his knees and pleading for her forgiveness. He would do more than just beg if it meant keeping her by his side again.

They say when you wake with the woman you love in your arms it feels like the whole world has been set right. I have to agree, except once reality kicks in you feel like you just been mind fucked......... "Please what? Tell me you want me to fuck you!" He demanded. His finger slid halfway in my wet heat as his thumb rubbed perfectly over my clit. His touch was throwing my body into an erratic mess of pleasure, but the slow torture was making me lose control. He chuckled watching my body squirm under him. I took a deep breath then let everything go. "Please, fuck me." "That's my girl." He taunted removing his fingers "Christian!" I gave him a look that I would cut off his dick. This boy loved teasing me and it really pissed me off. "Relax kitten. I never break my promises." He pulled me up and slid my dress off. I became instantly aware of us both practically naked in front of each other. My legs tried closing shut and my arms came to my chest. "Oh, it's too late for that little girl. Your body is mine now." His knees moved my thighs further apart and he took both my wrists in one hand pinning them above me. His mouth sucked on my breasts then his other hand untied my bathing suit bottom slowly peeling away the last piece of fabric covering my body. "Fucking perfect." His hand grabbed one of mine sliding it down my body making me touch myself until he reached the one part of my body, I needed him to touch the most. He guided my finger with his inside my walls making my back arch. "You feel how soft your pussy is? It drives me insane."

Durante a cerimônia de premiação da Competição Internacional de Design de Joias, a minha meia-irmã recebeu o grande prêmio, só que usando os designs que havia roubado de mim. E qual era o grande prêmio? Tornar-se a noiva do principal patrocinador da premiação, Jude Moretti, o Padrinho da família Moretti. Ele era um homem cruel e ambicioso, mas que acabou atingido por uma grande explosão e por isso diziam que ele não podia ter filhos. Naquela noite, os homens de Moretti, vestidos com seus paletós pretos, traziam um contrato de casamento todo cravejado a ouro. Eles buscavam a "artesã extraordinária". Meu noivo, Marco, entrou em pânico e fugiu com a Sandra às pressas para Vegas, eles se casaram naquela noite e ela foi salva. Com o ato consumado, Sandra retornou usando o meu vestido de seda, o pescoço cheio de marcas e exibindo um anel brilhante em seu dedo. — Agora, o Marco é meu. — Ela disse em tom de deboche. — O que você vai fazer, Odessa? O padrinho te deu apenas um dia para decidir. Se você não se casar, a Família vai pedir uma compensação e você terá que trabalhar em algum cortiço qualquer, ou quem sabe eles não te vendem para algum maluco com fetiches estranhos. Ela estava enganada, eu não tinha escolha. Mais cedo, eu encontrei meu pai e minha madrasta tendo dificuldades para lidar com aquele contrato. — Eu faço isso! — Eu disse. — Eu me caso com o Padrinho.

For six years, Medea Watts believed her marriage to Gordon Begum had remained purely platonic because he was naturally repulsed by intimacy. That was, until she witnessed the intimacy he shared with another woman. He ignored her completely after her near-death ordeal, choosing instead to celebrate the birthday of his first love’s daughter, the three of them looking every bit like a perfect family. Only then did Medea realize that the woman Gordon had never truly let go of was actually his late brother’s widow. All these years, he treated their marriage like a vow of abstinence, saving himself for the woman he truly loved. And in that moment, whatever love Medea had left for him finally died. Without hesitation, she filed for divorce. Gordon only sneered dismissively. “Even the York family, who raised her for years, no longer wants her. How could she possibly leave me?” To Gordon, Medea was simply a sheltered young woman the York family had spoiled and protected for years. She was beautiful, obedient, and utterly useless. He assumed her talk of divorce was nothing more than a childish tantrum. Yet Medea quietly obtained the divorce agreement and moved out of their home without a word. It wasn't until one of her design sketches went viral that her career took off, transforming her into one of the most talked-about rising designers in contemporary luxury fashion. Countless people admired and pursued her. Only then did Gordon realize how badly he underestimated her. With reddened eyes, he knelt before her and begged in a hoarse voice, “Dea, I’ve completely cut ties with Sharon. After everything we’ve shared over the years, can’t you give me one more chance?” The once untouchable man finally lowered his pride for love. But Medea merely lifted the hem of her dress and turned away, stepping directly into the embrace of the powerful head of the York family. The man wrapped an arm around her waist and said calmly, “Sorry, but if anyone has a claim on her, it's me. After all, in some sense, I raised her myself.”

« Ce n’est pas ce que ça a l’air— » « Vraiment ? Parce que ça ressemble à une tromperie avec la sœur de notre partenaire d’affaires. Le jour de notre cinquième anniversaire. Dans notre lit. » Alessandra Dela Cruz a bâti sa vie sur la confiance. La confiance que son mari l’aimait. La confiance que leur cabinet de design était un rêve partagé. La confiance que le travail acharné et l’intégrité suffiraient. Mais une nuit dévastatrice réduit tout cela en miettes. « Nous nous voyons depuis six mois. David dit que tu ne le vois pas comme moi. » « Tu m’as volé mes créations. » « Je prenais des décisions intelligentes pour l’entreprise. Tu n’étais tout simplement pas prête à faire ce qu’il fallait. » Maintenant, il ne lui reste rien d’autre que ses créations volées, des contrats falsifiés et une cible dans le dos. Car la trahison de David va bien au-delà de l’infidélité—il fait partie d’une conspiration qui s’étend aux plus hauts niveaux du gouvernement. Avec la sécurité de sa famille en jeu et sa réputation détruite, Alex a deux choix : abandonner et laisser les autres gagner… ou se battre et révéler tous les secrets qu’ils ont tenté d’enterrer. « Ramon a des relations haut placées. Les choses pourraient mal tourner pour toi et ta famille. » « Essaie. » Des rues animées de Davao aux couloirs du pouvoir à Manille, voici une histoire de trahison, de vengeance et du courage qu’il faut pour se reconstruire quand tout ce que l’on a toujours connu n’est qu’un mensonge.

"Tapi aku tebak hubungan terlarang kalian sudah sangat lama sebelum itu, bukan?" Risa tersenyum masam. "Sialnya aku tidak berdaya mendepakmu, karena Satria tidak mengijinkannya. Satria selalu protes ketika aku punya keinginan untuk bercerai denganmu. Hah Satria yang malang, yang sejak awal tidak pernah kau inginkan, namun ia begitu menyayangimu." "Untuk Satria …, maaf Ris, maafkan--." Danu tidak dapat mengeluarkan suara mengingat Satria yang baru dua hari meninggal dunia. Jauh di lubuk hatinya, ia juga sangat menyayangi Satria. "Maaf, hhh tidak cukup kata maaf dengan kelakuan bejatmu yang tidak pernah peduli kepada Satria. Dia Satria, anak yang dari awal tidak kau inginkan. Dia, yang tidak pernah kau perhatikan ketika dalam kandungan. Dia, yang harus lahir tanpa kehadiranmu menyambutnya. Dia, yang bahkan sampai hembusan napas terakhirnya pun, kau tidak peduli. Dimana mata batinmu itu, hah!" Risa sudah bergerak maju menunjuk dàda sebelah kiri Danu dengan telunjuk jarinya. "Kau seorang manusia yang dianugerahi pikiran, namun kau menutup mata, seakan buta. Aku tidak peduli kalau kau tidak pernah menganggapku ada, pérsetan dengan cinta, tapi Satria adalah darah dagingmu. Anak kandungmu, teganya kamu setelah menelantarkan dia ketika dalam kandunganku, kau masih sibuk mengejar kepuasanmu bersama selingkuhanmu ke luar negri disaat Satria bertaruh nyawa melawan kematiannya." Napas Risa tersengal, dàdanya naik turun tidak beraturan setelah mengeluarkan semua unek-unek isi hatinya, selama ini. *** Risa Aulia 25 tahun harus merasakan sakit yang bertubi-tubi ketika ia dihianati oleh suaminya Danuarta Prasetya 30 tahun dengan sahabat baiknya Karina Jelita 25 tahun, dua orang yang sangat di cintainya. Dapatkah Risa menyembuhkan kembali hatinya yang terlanjur hancur? Siapakah orang yang akan membantunya sedangkan ayah kandungnya yang menjadi tumpuan hidupnya juga sudah meninggalkan dirinya seorang diri di dunia ini. Akankah Dio Al Gazhali 22 tahun pria blasteran Jawa-Turki mampu menyembuhkan luka hatinya Risa. Sedangkan Danu, sang mantan datang kembali meminta kesempatan kedua. Cover Design by: Yozora Hikari

Le jour où Claire Jarry a fait une fausse couche, Adrien Charon et leur fils, Léo Charon, assistaient au spectacle préféré de l'amour idéal d'Adrien. « Claire, tu cherches toujours des histoires, tu trouves ça drôle ? » « Papa, change de maman, elle est trop pénible ! » Le jour de son anniversaire, Claire revenait de l'hôpital lorsqu'elle a découvert son mari en train de fêter l'anniversaire de son amour idéal. Le fils qu'elle avait mis au monde, au péril de sa vie, répétait sans cesse qu'il voulait protéger celle qui lui avait tout pris. Les yeux rougis, Claire a esquissé un sourire ; elle a quitté, sans hésiter, la prison conjugale qui l'avait enfermée pendant cinq ans. Adrien et Léo croyaient qu'en quittant la famille Charon, elle ne survivrait pas ; à leur grande surprise, elle est devenue une femme hors de leur portée. « Monsieur Charon ! Le modèle conçu par Madame a pris la tête des ventes nationales, il a totalement écrasé le groupe Charon ! » « Monsieur Charon ! Madame a remporté le championnat du monde de design en intelligence artificielle ! » « Monsieur Charon ! Madame a été invitée par un Président étranger à un banquet d'État ! » Le cœur en miettes, Adrien, tenant son fils, s'est mis à genoux devant elle, « Claire, je t'en supplie, aime-moi encore une fois ! Si tu reviens, je suis prêt à vivre comme un chien ! » Mais, de l'autre côté de la porte, Maxime Delaunay, d'une beauté troublante, portait un collier de cuir ; Il a enroulé la laisse ornée de diamants autour de la paume de Claire, le regard brûlait d'une dévotion folle, « Ma maîtresse, à partir d'aujourd'hui, je ne vivrai que pour toi. Adopte-moi, je t'en prie. »