Coffee Pick Up Lines

Three days ago, I almost died. A birthday cake was needed for my sister, Rosa Esposito's birthday, so my dad told me to pick it up. He claimed that this was my way of making it up to Rosa for accidentally spilling coffee onto her new dress. When I was cornered in an alley by the thugs, I was in the middle of sending Rosa an apology text. They covered my mouth and dragged me into a van. That was when I heard them say, "Yup, that's her alright. That's the bitch named Rosa Esposito." I shook my head, trying to explain that I wasn't Rosa at all. But my name didn't matter at all when blows started raining down on me. That was how I spent the next three days in living hell. By the time I wake up in the hospital, my phone harbors a new family photo sent by Rosa. It features my dad, my older brother, Rafael Esposito, as well as my husband, Enzo Vitale. All three of them can be seen surrounding Rosa. When I was in the middle of getting pinned on the ground while feeling blades slashing my skin, these people were celebrating Rosa's birthday happily with her. Later on, Rosa smiles at my face. "Do you have any idea how much I hate that face of yours? I also hate how much better you are than me as well as the fact that everyone likes you more than me! "That's why I've robbed all of their love from you… be it Dad, Rafael, or your husband! You, on the other hand, deserve to be alone till the day you die!" At that moment, I've made three choices. First, I forge a miscarriage report. Next, I place a signed divorce agreement into a giftbox. Finally, I dial the number of my mentor, Sofia Bianchi. There, I agree to participate in a classified project research that will last for ten years without getting in contact with anyone. Since then, I, Valentina Esposito, have never existed in this world.

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”

College best friends and roommates Moon Cho-ae and Kim Young-mi find themselves constantly blurring the lines between friendship and romance. Forks appear up in the road ahead as they find themselves further apart with more unspoken words between the two of them.

During the eight years I spent by Alpha David’s side, I also raised the pup he had with my late sister. At his birthday banquet, I accidentally wore one of her old dresses. Eight-year-old Dorian grabbed a pot of freshly brewed coffee and poured it over me— right in front of the maids. The scalding liquid burned my skin, and when I looked up, I saw the same cold disgust in his eyes that I’d seen so many times in his father’s. “How dare you wear my mother’s dress?” he sneered. “You’ll never replace her. You killed her with that wicked heart of yours!” The coffee seared more than my flesh. It burned straight through my heart. I looked at the child I’d raised for eight long years. I didn’t feel angry. I didn’t even feel sad. Only a quiet kind of exhaustion. “Don’t worry,” I whispered. “I’ll leave tomorrow.”

Emily’s world is turned upside down when her husband, Nathan, serves her divorce papers in a shocking public display. But the betrayal cuts depper when she discovers her own sister is behind the break down of her marriage. As Emily tries to pick up the pieces, she discovers a sinister plot that will change everything she thought she knew about love, family, and herself. Can she rise above the lies and betrayal to find redemption and love again?

Audrey Taylor’s life fell apart when her husband left her for someone else, leaving her to pick up the pieces. But just as she’s about to give up on her dreams, she discovers there’s a chance to fix her injured leg and dance again. The only problem? The doctor who can help now works for a billionaire, Michell Garcia, and getting to him is nearly impossible. When a twist of fate brings her face-to-face with Michell, she’s offered a deal that could change everything. Now, Audrey has to decide—how far is she willing to go to get her life back?

My son, Jasper Cole, won the gold prize in an art competition. When I took off my apron and rushed to the award ceremony, I found that the painting titled 'Mother' was not of me but Maeve Leighton, my husband's secretary. Maeve pretended to be troubled as she told my son, "Your mom will be sad when she sees this painting." However, Jasper was unperturbed. "What does her sadness have to do with me? She's an ordinary-looking and incompetent housewife, always nagging me about what I can and can’t do. She's too strict with me. It's annoying! Maeve, I wish you were my mother. My dad doesn't like my mom at all. He's only happy when he's with you. He's only with my mom because he feels obligated." My heart broke at that moment. Since he no longer wanted me as his mother, it was pointless for me to stay. I called my dad. "Dad, I want to go home. Can you pick me up?" My dad could not believe it. He answered after a long pause, "Of course. I'll come pick up my brilliant daughter in three days."

I watch as he gently places the gun on the table. Seconds tick by a heavy silence filling the room. He takes a stand and makes his way to me. He takes a stance behind my chair and places his firm arms on my armchair, caging me. I bask in his scent and warmth. "You choose now Lana, here and now." He whispers into my ear. His traces my knuckles before grabbing my notebook out of my hands, and tossing it on the table. "I wasn't done with that." I say. He laughs, I feel his chest rumble as he laughs. I turn to face him, feeling my breaths shorten with each passing second. "Eyes on the prize, Lana." He turns my head back towards the table. "You choose the notebook you can go back to living your life in fear and delusion, then one day end up dead in a dumpster or," He brushes a strand of hair from my face, " You could pick up the gun and hunt your past which shall it be Lana?" I feel beads of sweat on my back and my anxiety prickling through my skin. I have to choose, here and now. I extend my hand and pick my choice.

ผมชื่อเจย์เดน รูปหล่อ พ่อรวย แถมกรวยผมใหญ่มาก ผมตกหลุมรักพี่แป้งพี่สาวข้างบ้านมาตั้งแต่เด็ก ตั้งแต่กรวยผมอันแค่นี้เอง.. แอร์ในห้องเปิดเย็นฉ่ำก็เป็นตามที่คิดไว้ เจ้าของห้องจอมขี้เซายังคงนอนหลับสนิทสบายอารมณ์อยู่บนเตียง ผมเดินเข้าไปไปยืนที่ข้างเตียง เอื้อมมือจะไปเขย่าปลุกแต่ต้องชะงักมือไว้ก่อน เพราะตะลึงกับภาพที่เห็นตรงหน้า พี่แป้งเล่นใส่กางเกงขาสั้นแบบสั้นเสมอจิมิกับเสื้อกล้ามตัวบางที่พอสังเกตดูก็จะเห็นสิ่งที่อยู่ภายในเสื้อผ้านั้น ใช่แล้วครับ พี่แป้งไม่ได้ใส่ชั้นในนอน เอาแล้วใจผมเต้นแรงขึ้นอีกแล้ว ภาพเรือนร่างที่ผมเคยเห็นครั้งที่ไปทำตัวเป็นโรคจิตแอบมองพี่แป้งอาบน้ำก็ผุดมาในหัว ผมเห็นมาหมดแล้วส่วนเว้าส่วนโค้งส่วนที่โหนกนูนแล้วถ้าผมได้สัมผัสมันล่ะจะเป็นอย่างไรนะ ตอนนี้ในหัวสมองผมมันกำลังตีกันตุบตับระหว่างนางฟ้าตัวขาวกับมารตัวดำ และก็ดูเหมือนว่าโชคจะเข้าข้างมารตัวดำเมื่อพี่แป้งขยับตัวเล็กน้อย เสื้อตัวบางเลิกขึ้นเผยให้เห็นเนินอกที่ขาวอวบ ผมไม่คิดอะไรแล้วตายเป็นตาย โกรธเป็นโกรธวันนี้

Meet Danielle, a feisty twenty-three-year-old who's lost everything. Jobless and alone, she's determined to find her independence after the death of her father figure and her mother's rejection. But when a long-held secret threatens to upend her world, she must confront her addictions and emotional turmoil to uncover the truth, Especially when she gets caught up with the arrogant lawyer who keeps crossing her path. Can Danielle pick up the pieces of her life and open her heart to love, or will the secret tear her apart? Join her on a journey of self-discovery, redemption, and maybe even a little romance