Creative Shots For Graduation

She never stayed long enough to belong. Living as a lone wolf with her father, she spent her life drifting from town to town, school to school - never fitting in, always stirring up trouble. Expelled more times than she could count, each new start felt more like an escape than a fresh beginning. But everything changes the moment she meets her mate... in the middle of a high school hallway. She had always prayed for a rogue mate - someone wild and free like herself. Instead, fate ties her to someone she despises most: a wolf with a high-ranking title and the chains of duty she’s spent her whole life running from. In the end, you can only mess with others for so long before you end up wrecking your own life - and hers is about to get gloriously, heartbreakingly complicated.

Despite my parents' objections, I stay by Julian Grant's side for ten years. He goes from having nothing to building his own empire. The moment it's time to fulfill our ten-year promise, I proudly tell my parents I'm going to marry him. But then, he gives the vice president position meant for me to another woman. I confront him only to overhear a woman's hesitant voice behind the door. "Mr. Grant... you gave me the VP role, but what about Ms. Jones? Aren't you two getting married?" Julian's tone is cold and sharp, though his face is calm and unaffected. "Noelle's been with me for ten years. Who else would even want her? Relax—she won't dare make a scene." The words hit me like a slap to the face. Without another word, I turn and make a call to my arranged marriage contact. "Are you free?" I ask. "Let's get married."

Bella Sanders is 23 years old who just graduated from University and is looking for a job. One day She came across a job opportunity at King Consolidated. The CEO is in need for an Assistant. She was ecstatic. It was the No.1 company. So without thinking twice she applied. But she didn't know what she was signing for back then Xavier King. The most eligible bachelor who is the owner of King Consolidated. The man had everything. Money, Power, girls throwing at him. He is workaholic and does everything for the success of his company. He had it all. Or so he thought until he set his eyes at the beauty in front of. The moment he saw her, he knew she was his. And he always gets what he wants. He's in for a ride. _____________________________________________________________ "The moment I saw you, you became mine babygirl. No one, not even you can separate you from me." he whispered into my ears as I shivered from his voice. It wasn't a statement. Its a promise. And there is no running away from it.

John Garnett's secretary fed me to the dogs on my own birthday. I called his number endlessly to call for help, only for him to block my number immediately, as he fooled around with his secretary at the presidential suite in broad daylight. All I felt was agony as I was ripped into countless little pieces, still holding on to the black rose seeds he had given me when we were younger. That was not thrilling enough for the secretary, however, she buried me in the backyard of John' villa, intent on making my perished soul watch their bedroom activities. It was not until rain poured a month later, and a cluster of black roses suddenly grew in the backyard. "Where's Claire? I was just scaring her with the dogs—did she run away just to spite me?"

My husband insisted that I wear high heels at the company’s annual meeting despite being pregnant. He compared me to his female secretary with a look of disdain. "Can’t you learn from Lucille? She’s eight months pregnant and still comes to work in full makeup, handling her tasks efficiently. If you don’t wear them, don’t go. I’ll be embarrassed!" He even tried to give the high heels to his secretary and take her as his date. Left with no choice, I forced myself to wear them. However, on the balcony, the secretary tripped me, spilling red wine all over me. Limping, I found my husband, only for him to sneer, "Tripping on flat ground? How clumsy!" Furious and pale with anger, I turned to leave. Someone urged him to chase after me, but he only got angrier. "How bad could it be? She’s so timid—she can’t survive without me! Just wait. When the event’s over, she’ll definitely be waiting in the car to drive me home." Alas, he was wrong. I turned and went straight to the hospital for an abortion.

Daphne lives happily alone as a Doctor. Until she found out from her mother that she was in an arranged marriage with a man she didn't know. It was very difficult for Daphne to just accept that the marriage was going to happen. That's why she had a decision that she didn't fully think about and prepare for. A night full of passion and rage. She preferred to give her virginity to a stranger. And fate was playful, because the man she was with that night was Treyton Louis Fuentevalle, the man she was about to marry. But, what's surprising is that the man doesn't remember her, and what's more painful is that he remembers her sister the night they were together. Will the marriage still last? Can Daphne be able to be with the man while she shares her sister whom she hates the most? What if she finds out Treyton's true motives? Will she be able to handle it?

🔥 "She Made the Playboy Fall to His Knees..." 🔥 "Don’t hurt Daddy’s hands," he growled, lips brushing her ear, breath hot on her skin. "Daddy needs those hands to pin you down... right there on that bed." "And when I do... you’ll cream so hard for me." Monalisa’s knees buckled. She grabbed his arm to stay upright. He chuckled. "That’s more like it." 💋 Jayden James Bruno, the billionaire every woman dreams of… Cold. Ruthless. Addicted to control. He doesn’t do love. He does bodies. Until Monalisa walked in. Now, he wants only one thing... To have her legs wrapped around his waist… and her heart in his hands. But Monalisa isn’t the type to fall. She’s the one who makes the devil beg. 📖 A blazing romance full of steamy tension, power play, and jaw-dropping secrets. 🔞 Not for the faint of heart. Are you ready for Jayden and Monalisa?

Lowbred, unwanted, and a servant of the Alpha's Mansion, Anna Kendra just wanted a quiet life with a mate who would accept her for the runt she was. But her life took a U-turn when she discovered the craziest thing. A mate bond, to the one person who wanted nothing to do with a 'prostitute' like her.

Alessia realizes that forcing marriage with the only man she loved was her greatest mistake when Thompson, her husband, returns with his fated mate. Even after bearing his child, Thompson's indifference remained. He uses Alessia solely to maintain his reputation. Fate decides to cast a faint hue of light into Alessia’s bleak existence as she's unconsciously drawn to Lycan Cyril, the enigmatic Lycan king whose deadly aura awakens dormant existence. But is this really fate granting her salvation or the other way around? Especially when Lycan Cyril's obsession ignites upon discovering Alessia possessed the rare feature he searched his whole life for? And when Thompson becomes resistant to relinquishing his hold on Alessia?

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”